The beginning of May is filled with strong winds blowing from the seaside and showers falling from the sky. The drizzle wetted the city wall and ruthlessly wetted the row of heads hanging high above the city gate. The heads were new and just beginning to decay. Those open mouths seemed to be screaming silently, and the teeth that were not seriously worn indicated that the deceased had an unusual identity.
Under the escort of a group of Mexica warriors, the snake mother chief Miawa walked out of the deep city gate wearing a black robe. She raised her head, paused for a moment, and looked at the head that she had cut off with her own hands and remained in mourning. First she raised the corners of her mouth, and then her smile gradually narrowed.
"Yin Erwei, Qi Yan... may your souls rest in peace in the kingdom of the Lord God! Of course, if you don't want to rest, it's normal to curse me... I don't mind..."
Miawa looked gloomy and whispered a prayer in Totonak language. Then, she straightened her spine, tightened the obviously larger king's sacrificial robe, and, surrounded by Mexica warriors, walked easily to the camp outside the city.
"Real power always comes from people. People's connections, people's trust, and people's support. And as long as I can leverage people's hearts, it means I have the power!..."
Miawa clearly knows all this and the nature of power. Therefore, she just asked the revered king for a team of Mexica guards, and proved her connection with His Highness Mexica, and easily won the hearts of the remaining members of Jinwan.
And when she gained the upper hand, she moved her hand without hesitation, like a poisonous snake that bites, and delivered a fatal blow! In just a few days, the elders and opponents in the tribe had all turned into hanging heads, becoming part of her prestige. As for the noble chiefs, chiefs and priests of various tribes in Jinwan, they had no choice but to bow their heads to her completely.
"What a pity!...The warriors of the tribe...His Highness did not let me intervene..."
Myawa's thoughts were racing, and he felt a little regret in his heart, but he did not dare to cross the king's red line. She walked lightly, her sacrificial robe tightly wrapped around her body, not exposing a single bit. Whenever she met the patrolling kingdom warriors, she would smile, nod gently, and move her hands and feet with a ceremonial solemnity and elegance.
"Praise the Lord God! May the Lord God bless the kingdom!"
"Praise the Lord God! God bless the kingdom!"
The patrolling warriors lowered their heads and returned the salute respectfully. It wasn't until the teams staggered away that the kingdom's warriors looked confused and started talking.
"O Lord God! Who was that noble lady whom you honored just now...?"
"I don't know...but the person protecting her seems to be His Highness's personal guard?..."
"Yes! There is a pattern of death on her robe...could it be His Highness's..."
"Hush! Don't make random guesses. She is some kind of chief who surrendered in Jinwan City... and now lives in His Highness's camp..."
"Ah! So that's it..."
Hearing the distant discussion, Miawa's eyebrows curved and the corners of his mouth raised. Although the king in the camp was cold and ruthless, he never made any public promises to her or announced her identity. However, the power gathered in her hands is unprecedented...
"His Highness's trust is the source of power...and if I want to gain more power, I have to gain more trust...and do it more satisfactorily!..."
Miawa narrowed his eyes and looked at the fields outside the city. Pieces of tribal farmland were neatly planned and cultivated. Tens of thousands of tribal people, carrying bamboo baskets containing seeds on their backs and digging sticks of wood and stone, dug in the fields to plant corn seeds, just like busy ant colonies. Not far away, a large group of semi-underground cave houses were built in simple farming camps, which were the nests of ants.
The faint tinkling sound is the sound of craftsmen making stone tools to meet the needs of farming. Further away, the sounds of priests praying and the patrolling orders of warriors seemed like a busy background and a guarantee to maintain this busyness.
"The organized ant colony...is so powerful and orderly!..."
Looking at the neat fields and the countless tribal people working at the same time, Miawa licked his lips and felt a surging power. This kind of power, compared with the once loose tribes, is like tall trees and messy grass, completely different from top to bottom!
"The kingdom's decree clearly stipulates responsibilities, and no one dares to violate it... This is the power of order!..."
Miava stood on tiptoes and looked greedily at the busy "ant colony" for a while. This collective and orderly work scene is like the neat military formation of the Mexicans, appearing on the seaside for the first time! The source of order at this moment is the terrible coercion of the kingdom, the strict military laws of various ministries, the doctrines preached by the priests, and the newly established centralized management after the loose chiefs were stripped of their power.
"The task given to me by His Highness, I will work harder...to select reliable farm assistants from the surrendered Totonak tribes!..."
Thinking of this, Miava tightened her robe and reached out to touch the two long volumes carefully held in her arms. The graphics and square characters on it were a personal name written by her. As long as they are reviewed by the Mexica priests and approved by His Highness, these people will change from humble and busy "ants" to the leaders of teams of "ant colonies" and participate in the management of the farmland.
Now, this is the most important task and the greatest power in her hands: to provide "aides" who are proficient in simple calculations and understand farming management for each of the newly established field camps.
As for the origins of these "assistant priests", they are the Totonak village priests, tribal sages, and ordinary leaders who once mastered culture and guided tribal farming. Now, these conquered Totonac elites must be screened and guaranteed by her before they can re-enter the seaside ruling system and become a member of the grassroots managers.
"Identify the surrendered ministries, carefully select and recommend them, and provide capable and reliable talents...promote this ant colony-like farming to the vast seaside land!..."
Miava pursed her lips, feeling the strong wind on the beach and the blowing power. Her face was filled with bright light, like a fruit moistened by dew. She lowered her head and walked down from the high pyramid to His Highness's low tent. The desire in her heart was like the rising sun, giving her the strength to climb continuously.
"Your Highness, this is a new list!... In Jinwan City, the one hundred and eighty-three chiefs, priests and sages who have converted to the Lord God devoutly, are willing to serve the kingdom, and are good at farming are all here... I It has been carefully screened, and there will be no chiefs who are ignorant of current affairs and harbor resentments. The names circled in red are those who have reservations in their hearts and need continuous enlightenment and further teaching from the priests..."
In the big tent, Shulot was sitting cross-legged, with a map spread out on the table. He took the roster from Miawa and flipped through it, scanning more than half of the red circles and names, and raised his eyebrows slightly. After a moment, he nodded, put the roster away, and showed approval.
"Miawa, you did a good job, it was much faster than I thought!"
"Your Highness, I am willing to dedicate everything to you!... As long as these people pass the faith test of the priests and go to the ministries as soon as possible... they will still have time to manage the spring plowing, supervise the farming outside Jinwan City, and expand the area planted this year..."
Miawa bowed his head respectfully and explained in detail. She has no charming posture, but is full of solemnity and seriousness, like a qualified chief minister.
"Hmm... That's right..."
Shulot raised his head, examined the woman beside him for a while, and asked in a deep voice.
"Is there anything else you can do?"
"Well... Your Highness, I also wrote a list, maybe you will be interested..."
Miawa took a deep breath, lowered his head, and had a respectful smile on his face. Xuelote raised his brows, took another roster, and flipped through it, thoughtfully.
"...Mitipova...Matnar...Quislica...are all female names? Miawa, what is this?"
"Your Highness, these are the names of noble girls from various tribes within a hundred miles of Jinwan City. There are more than two hundred people in total... Some of them are unmarried, some are married, but their husbands have died in the war... and these ones with red circles, My husband is not dead, but he can die soon..."
Miava smiled lightly, leaned down, pressed against the thinking king, and suggested softly.
"Your powerful Highness...the most important bloodline in the Haibin tribes, and those divine bloodlines that are passed down orally, I asked the priests and sages of each tribe one by one, and they are all here!...According to the traditions of the Haibin tribes, noble women, There is also the inheritance right of the tribe..."
"Your Highness! As long as you select strong Mexica warriors, marry these noble girls, manage these tribes, and give birth to new children...then the kingdom's rule on the seaside will be further stabilized! And in On the seaside, the so-called noble bloodline is the bloodline of the Mexica..."
"Oh? Tribal marriage, blood fusion? So many people, so fast... Well, it really should be like this, the sooner the better..."
After hearing Miawa's suggestion, Shulot pondered for a moment and made a decisive decision. He stared at the excited woman, caressed her red cheeks, and ordered in a deep voice.
"Miawa, I will select a group of loyal warriors from my guards to stay on the seaside! And the task of proposing marriage to them will be left to you. According to the tradition of the Totonak people Follow customs and do things properly..."
"Yes! Your Highness!...Those married names circled in red..."
"Don't interfere yet, give your name to the chief priest Yin Cui. The newly established Inquisition on the seaside will take care of everything, in the name of God!"
"Yes, follow you!..."
"Go! Anything else?"
"Your Highness...bloodline...fusion...here...well..."
"..."
The wind became stronger and the drizzle fell in a drizzle. Corn seeds sprouted and poked their roots out of the soft earth. Moistened by rain, the sown seeds will slowly grow and penetrate deep into the earth until they take root firmly and hold the soil in their hands.
