The hot summer day in August raises the temperature of the sea water. A powerful tropical low pressure cyclone finally formed in the Atlantic Ocean and moved from east to west. At this time, Cuba and the Caribbean islands, located around 20 degrees north latitude, are the main areas swept by tropical cyclones!
Therefore, the next month will be a stormy month. Howling winds, heavy rains, and terrifying thunderstorms brought the sky along the entire Cuban coast into a long-term haze. The abundant and long-lasting rainfall has also caused river water levels to surge. The turbid floods carried reddish silt and surged down, flooding the low-lying areas along the river. Even the crocodiles in the river fled to the shore for shelter.
"Well, the precipitation on the island of Cuba is at least twice that of the Mexica Valley. The width of the river will expand dramatically during the peak of the rainy season, and low-lying wetlands will also become lakes. So, before large-scale construction of reservoirs, Settlements and farmland should be built on high ground near rivers, and the impact of floods must be taken into consideration... The newly built Tienwan Town will still have to be moved two or three miles to high ground in the south..."
The wind and rain hit the coir raincoat, making a crackling sound. Priest Tomat stood on the high ground outside Mayari Village with bright eyes. He observed the situation of the river east of the village and made slight adjustments to the subsequent city construction plan. Of course, he also left two scouts in the iron ore area to explore, and more specific hydrological information would have to wait until the scouts brought them back.
"Witness the Lord God! When storms arrive, the fleet must dock... If we take certain risks, we may have a chance to raid enemies that are difficult to capture at sea..."
The heavy rain fell continuously, as if it had formed a rain curtain. Priest Thomas looked towards the seaside and saw only a few long ships floating vaguely on the seaside amid the raindrops.
This is the time of wind and rain, and it is also the most violent time in the Caribbean. On days like this, for a full month or two, all the fleet must lie down in the harbor. Whether it was the longships of the Alliance, the canoes of the Tainos, Siguayus, or even more distant and powerful invaders, it was difficult to brave the roaring waves. But from a military perspective, this time can also be a good opportunity for some kind of raid, even if the cost is high.
Priest Tomat fell into thoughts about good opportunities until the faint shouts in the village woke him up from his thoughts. He listened for a while, but it was Puap's loud voice who was yelling at the Taíno militiamen in training.
"Well...this guy, if he can obey the orders and avoid straying into the lake, he will be an outstanding and brave officer of the Kingdom."
Priest Tomat looked towards the village with a smile on his face. There is nothing to do during the heavy rain season, so the warriors of the kingdom stay in the village. Their daily life consisted of training the Tylenol men during the day and comforting the Tylenol women at night. It is estimated that in a few months, many samurai and sailors will become fathers.
"The Taíno people are used to collective raising, and the concept of marriage is not too strong... But for the kingdom, the best way to win over the warriors and let them settle in Cuba is to let them get married and start a business! Wait a minute Some days, I have to mention it to Chief Splash to hold a mass wedding witnessed by the Lord God, so that the warriors can marry their beloved Taino women!"
Priest Tuomat touched his chin, thinking about how to persuade Chief Shuihua to agree. After the wedding, naturally the kingdom's warriors were not left here, but the Taíno women were taken away and became the first batch of local tribes to join Tiewan Town.
"Well... there is no sign of Tiewan Town yet, so there is no rush for now. All plans need to show force first and fight the Siguayu people!... Chief Shuihua's attitude towards conversion has been somewhat relaxed recently. , somewhat specious...I have to go find him often!..."
It's interesting to say that after the long conversation that day, Chief Shuihua's attitude gradually changed. The chief was even willing to be patient and listen carefully to Priest Tomat's explanation of the scriptures and understand the myths and epics of the Lord God. However, every time Priest Tomat proposed a formal conversion, Chief Shuihua would change the subject and never respond directly.
But in the opinion of Priest Thomas, this is a good trend. He plans to work harder to develop the gentle-tempered Chief Splash into the first Taino chief to convert to the main god!
"Well, we have to find a way to make the chief convert to the main god! ... I still have to find someone to figure out the specific plan."
Priest Tomat raised his head slightly, watching the heavy rain abate slightly and the sky gradually getting darker. Soon, he decided to return to the village. On the way back, stepping on the muddy soft soil, he thought of another question.
"It's really strange! Captain Chihuaco said in the morning that he was going out to explore, but he didn't come back for a day, and he didn't know what he was doing..."
On stormy days, it does not rain all the time, but more often it rains heavily one day and lightly rains the other day. When the heavy rain subsided the next day, Chihuaco, the old militiaman who was remembered by others, was in great spirits. He took his apprentice Dark Snake and sailor Didi with two oil bottles, and followed the guide of the Maria tribe, Black Stone, on the 20th. Fishing upstream from the village many miles away.
The upper reaches of Maria Village are close to the mountains. There is not only the inlet of the small river, but also a large lake in the valley that is forty to fifty miles long, Lake Mayari. There are several fishing huts built by the Taíno people around the lake, and there are mountains for shelter. When the storm is howling, this slightly quiet river mouth is indeed a comfortable place.
"Dark Snake, Didi, I'm telling you, it's better to go fishing with me and learn some skills to support your family... than to sit in the village and watch the warriors fool around every day! You are still young and need to grow up for two more years. Nian, don’t rush to fool around... Actually, after all, that’s all! Remember, don’t listen to Puap’s nonsense! How can the trivial things of men and women be better than fishing? ?”
Chihuaco, an old militiaman, carried a simple fishing pole and walked steadily on the muddy ground with bare feet. He rambled on, his old face smiling like a flower. Dark Snake and Didi both carried baskets of fish on their backs, dejected, and feebly followed their father to the mountains to do "more interesting" things.
"After this heavy rain, the water level has risen, the river has become stronger, and the water has become muddy...but it is the best time for fishing!"
The old militiaman smiled and pointed to the mouth of the river ahead. It is a place where rivers and lakes meet. The terrain is narrow and the water flow is fast. According to the experience of the old militiamen, there is no need to look at it at all, it must be a good fishing spot.
"You see, the water brings the fish down. As long as there is obstruction, there will be fish! Such a big lake upstream flows through the mountain pass. The fish are gathered together, and they are easy to catch. Just throw them away The pole is there!...Also, the river is mixed with sand, and the fish are floating upward, so there is no need to deepen the line..."
Chihuaco stretched out his hands and made signs, dancing happily. Dark Snake and Didi were still teenagers after all, so they were infected by their father's emotions and quickly became happy. The four of them found a fishing bay near the mouth of the river and lake. As a result, after fishing started, the old militiaman's smile froze and sweat quickly appeared on his forehead.
"Wow!"
Taino guide Heishi jumped into the bay, stretched out his hand to explore the mouth of the river for a while, and then happily picked up a big fish.
"Big one! Big one! Another big one!"
The old militiaman looked up, his face twitching. This big fish is as long as an arm and is estimated to weigh at least ten pounds! At this moment, the big fish left the water and was struggling desperately in the arms of the guide Heishi, but could not break free. If you look closely, you will see that it is one big fish, but it is actually two fish, one large and one small.
The small one is an angoit fish, and its body is tied with fishing line, or thin hemp rope. One end of the hemp rope was wrapped around the arm of the guide Heishi. On the other end of the hemp rope, the suction cup on the angoit's head was firmly sucking on the side of the big fish, making it impossible for the big fish that was good at swimming to escape.
This method of fishing is exactly what the Taíno people were famous for? You don't even need a fishing rod, just relying on the active adsorption of fish to catch big fish in the lake. Relying on this unique skill of "fishing with fish", the guide Heishi only spent two-quarters of an hour to catch eight or nine big fish at the mouth of the river where there were many fish, and even the grass basket containing the fish was full.
Dark Snake blinked and looked at the captain's father's fish basket. There were only two small fish.
"Dad, your words are much more than Black Stone's. But your fish are much less than his..."
"Ahem! That's because...that's because Heishi always goes into the water and scares away my fish..."
Hearing this, the old militiaman Chihuaco's face turned red and he really couldn't stand it anymore. He "coughed" twice and tried to explain a few words, but he saw the guide Heishi coming back from the water again, holding a huge round shell in his arms.
Then, Heishi smiled naively, walked up to Chihuaco, and placed the heavy round shell at the feet of the old militiaman. It turned out that this time, what the fish attracted was actually a big blue turtle.
"This, the biggest one, is for you!"
The guide Heishi blinked his innocent eyes and pointed at the big blue turtle with a smile. Then, he pointed to the three fish baskets behind the old militiaman.
"Here, lend me one. Mine is full!"
The veteran militiaman was dumbfounded, staring at the big turtle at his feet, and then at the empty fish basket. He finally couldn't help it, jumped to his feet and cursed.
"This blind God!..."
As darkness fell, the day's fishing came to an end. The old militiaman released the big turtle and looked at the four filled fish baskets. Three and a half of them were caught by Heishi alone.
In addition to the amazing squid fishing, the guide Heishi also showed off another unique skill, which is to use slightly poisonous senna fish. He threw handfuls of chopped senna leaves into the river mouth for the gathering fish to eat. After a while, a dozen or twenty motionless, anesthetized fish floated on the water.
Black Stone was selective, picking up only the large adult fish and leaving the small juvenile fish alone. After a few moments, the anesthesia wore off and the remaining fish quickly returned to normal.
"This blind god! This kind of fishing method is not Taíno. It's better to call it fishman..."
The old militiaman smacked his lips, but he felt some admiration in his heart. He calmed down and asked Heishi for fishing skills. He fished for another day and felt that he had gained a lot. It wasn't until the scouts sent by Priest Tomat found the fishing hut by the lake that he reluctantly ended the "exploration" and returned to the village in Mayari with a full catch.
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