More than twenty days later, Mikey the Knowledgeable returned from the North Bay of the Napa Valley with a boatload of grain. It was already mid-July, the sunshine seemed to have been washed away, and there was still no trace of cloud or rain in the sky. Two rows of thatched huts have been built in the Xishan Port camp, and a lot of fields by the river have been reclaimed, making it look a bit like a village.
And until Mickey stepped off the long boat and stepped into the kingdom's camp, he was still a little confused. He recalled the extraordinarily "fulfilling" teaching and learning over the past twenty days, as if he had returned to Shenwei University in the royal capital.
"God bless you! Mickey, you are finally back!"
Exploration captain Zuvalo stood in front of Mickey with a face of joy, excitement in his voice.
"If you hadn't sent a warrior back to tell the camp that everything was going well with you... I would have led the fleet to the northern bay and rescued you!"
"Uh... God bless you!"
Mickey the Knowledgeable shook his head vigorously before recovering from his daze. He looked at his excited friend and replied with a wry smile.
"Zuvarro, you don't even know that in the past twenty days, I have not been idle for a moment... I am like a tomato that has been squeezed dry!..."
"Ah this? Squeezed tomatoes?"
Hearing this, exploration captain Zuvalo looked surprised. He looked at the Miwok hunters on the longboat who were unloading the tribe's food, and then at Mickey, who looked haggard. Finally, he glanced down, and then looked at his friend with dark circles in his eyes with sympathy.
"... Mickey, you told me earlier! I will send a few more warriors to help you. The tribes in the North are so enthusiastic, how can you handle so many people there by yourself? If you are exhausted like this, I will How to report back to the kingdom?…”
"Huh? What?"
Mikey, the knowledgeable man, was startled, his eyes followed Zuvalo's gaze downwards, and then he twitched the corner of his mouth and shouted angrily.
"Lord God! Where did you think you were going? I mean, my wisdom is going to be completely drained by the old fox from the North Bay!"
As he spoke, Mickey the Knowledgeable stretched out his hand, took out a thick paper book from his arms, and handed it to Zuvalo.
"No! Take a look! This is the main result, a translation book for exchanges between various ministries!"
Exploration Captain Zuvalo took the paper book, unfolded it slightly, and raised his eyebrows.
"Oh! It's really something extraordinary! ...Written as 'sky', the painting is a high-altitude blue, pronounced as 'ilhuicatl' (ilhuicatl) in Nahua language, and 'kundiro' in Prepecha language (diro)', Yaqui 'nandu' (?andu), Paiute 'ka?au', Kumea 'tii'chu, Miwok 'black Er' (helh), in Puget Salish (puget salish/lushootseed) it is 'isyouqed' (sq?uq??d)..."
After reading this awkward vocabulary, exploration captain Zuvalo was startled and asked in confusion.
"Mickey, how can you possibly understand the languages of so many tribes? This Yaqui, Paiute, Kumea, Miwok...we have all heard of it. But this 'Puji Salish' "Yu', what is it?"
"The Puget Salish language is the language spoken by the tribes along the coast after traveling more than a thousand miles north. And the other large bay predicted by His Majesty, according to the description of the Cedar Shaman, is three thousand miles to the north. The coastal tribes in that area all speak Puget Salish!…”
Mikey, the knowledgeable man, looked serious, and told the news from further north under Zuvalo's surprised eyes. Then, he shook his head and sighed.
"Witness the Lord God! Of course I don't know so many languages! Although this scroll was written by me, I only know Nahua, Prepecha, and Yaqui. And the remaining Paiute, Kumeya, Miwok, Phuket Salish... were all dictated by Cedar Shaman and then written down by me..."
"The language we communicate with is Yaqui. But these days, he has learned a lot of Nahua. It is estimated that if we give him a few more months, he will be able to use Nahua to communicate with us in daily life." exchanged..."
"Ah? Lord God! Such a powerful shaman knows so many languages? Has he been to so many tribes?!"
"Yes! When Cedar Shaman was young, he traveled around for more than ten or twenty years, learning the languages and herbal medicine of various tribes. In addition to the sea in the west, he traveled far and wide in the east, south, and north alone. Far away, familiar with the languages (language families) of the four major ethnic groups and more than a dozen tribal languages..."
Hearing this, exploration captain Zuvalo was shocked. He looked to the east at the high mountains and the forests everywhere. There are erratic tribes and ferocious wild beasts in the mountains. It was really hard for him to imagine that a person could travel and study in such a wild environment.
"This? How is this possible? He is alone, won't he be attacked by wild tribes?"
"Zuvarro, he is a shaman. A shaman is not a chief who stays in the tribe, nor is he a high-ranking priest or elder, but a healer who travels around, a doctor who belongs to the vast tribe!"
Mickey, the knowledgeable man, looked serious and explained carefully. After seeing the tribesmen's heartfelt respect for Cedar Shaman, he realized that the most important and influential identity of Shaman Chief Cedar was definitely "Shaman", not "Chief" .
"In the northern continent where inheritance is difficult, each tribe is small, and life is very difficult. The life spans of tribesmen, tribal hunters, and even chiefs of small tribes are very short! They rarely live to be forty, or even in their early thirties or twenties. He died when he was more than ten years old. Because tribes often lack effective medical inheritance, and there are few connections between different tribes. Once someone gets a disease that is beyond the scope of the tribe’s knowledge, they can only sit back and watch the disease worsen. Walking into death..."
"At this time, the only people who can save them are the traveling healers and respected shamans! The appearance of a shaman can often save the lives of many people in the tribe. Therefore, in the tradition of the North, , no matter how ferocious the tribes are, they will never attack the shaman. They will even rush to invite the shaman, send hunters to protect them along the way, provide enough food, and give out as many thank-you gifts as possible..."
Speaking of this, the knowledgeable Mickey recalled the herbs from various tribal territories in the Cedar Shaman's longhouse, as well as the precious black bear skins, red deer skins, and white fox skins, and couldn't help but sigh.
"With so many tribes' gifts, I don't know how many people Cedar Shaman has treated. But with his character, I'm afraid what he values more is the inheritance of herbal medicines from various tribes, as well as all kinds of distant knowledge... And once he encounters new knowledge inheritance , he is like a greedy old fox, holding the tomatoes tightly in his paws and squeezing them dry..."
"Huh?... Squeezed tomatoes..."
Hearing this, exploration captain Zuvalo felt a chill in his back. In this vast and desolate northern land, the so-called new knowledge inheritance is not him and Mickey, the divinely inspired priests of the two kingdoms? Thinking of this, he glanced at the dazed Mickey with sympathy on his face, lowered his head impatiently, and quickly opened the translation book in his hand to the end.
"...Pukei Salish, peace, 'sduhub?'; friend, 'swat?b'; exchange, 'tiwaqs'; food,' Salsa' (??l??l?b); Sailing'sayosayo' (??????s)...eh? Just dozens or hundreds of words? No more behind?"
"No! In the past twenty days or so, I have been able to roughly write such a translation book, which is already very good. What's more, Cedar Shaman also spent a lot of time learning the writing and Nahua language from me... Actually, With these words, that’s probably enough.”
As he spoke, Mickey the Knowledgeable cleared his throat, stretched out his hand, and smiled warmly. He imitated his first meeting with the northern tribe and spoke.
"Swabi! Struhudu! Tewax, Salsa... friends! Peace! Exchange of food..."
"Well, not bad! ... If this translation book is really accurate, then simple communication is indeed enough."
Exploration captain Zuvalo thought seriously and nodded. Mickey the Knowledgeable smiled, took out a wooden carving of a flying bird from his arms, and pointed to the longboat, the cloaked hunter Lotte with his head held high.
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"Don't worry! For our exploration northward, Cedar Shaman gave me this token. It was worn by him when he was traveling in the north and treating hunters from various tribes. Although many years have passed, there should still be people who remember... In addition, The cloak hunter of the Miwok tribe is familiar with the northern coast and can also speak a little bit of the language of the north. He also knows some sign languages that are common among all tribes, and he can sign better than us!…"
Hearing this, exploration captain Zuvalo burst into a smile, but quickly put it away. He frowned, looked at the haggard and excited Knowledgeable Mickey, and couldn't help but ask.
"Witness the Lord God! Cedar Shaman has promised you so many benefits, including sending food, guides, writing translation books, giving you information about the north, and giving you his own token... He can't possibly be because of , I want to marry my daughter to you, so I’m giving it away for free, right?… Mickey, what did you promise to him?!”
Hearing this, the knowledgeable Mickey's smile froze and he lowered his head with a guilty conscience. At this moment, his thin body and drooped head looked like a tomato that had been squeezed dry.
