"Hiccup! Brothers of the tribe, this...life in this wilderness is too...too difficult!..."
As the night got darker, everyone drank too much and became a little confused. The lame Zu Shasha drank with his head down, but was the first to lie down on the ground, warm himself by the fire, and fell asleep. And looking at the way the woodpecker stutters when he speaks, it seems that he is not far from being drunk.
"No way! Thinking about it now, I don't know how I survived twenty years at that time. The tribe was like a pack of wolves, running around in the wilderness, chasing food..."
The red-haired leader Mikui drank another bowl of wine. He shook his head, tasting the sweet and astringent fruit wine, with indescribable emotion on his face.
"Brother! Do you know my name, Mikwe?"
"It's...what is it?"
"It's mesquite, mesquite! You don't know? It's a tree in the wilderness that produces a kind of pod. It's very bitter and makes your stomach hurt if you eat too much, but you can eat it. One tree produces many! …We used to collect these pods as summer rations. Haha! This thing has to be snatched. Many tribes will fight for it, even using spears and stone axes..."
Speaking of this, the red-haired leader Mikui shook his head and said with a smile.
"Hey! I'm not afraid of you laughing. Before we went south to the Otomi people's place, I didn't even eat a meal of corn, and I didn't know what corn was... It was the first time I gnawed raw corn, and my teeth hurt. …belch!"
"Lord... Lord God, eat old corn! You are really... good at it! Brothers of the tribe, I... give you a bowl!"
The woodpecker Aipei shouted in surprise, smiled and toasted two more bowls. His face was bright red, but he refused to fall. The red-haired leader Mikui was swaying, became more interested, and drank another bowl by himself, shouting loudly.
"Praise the mighty Lord God! Praise the Great Chief of Death! Praise the Great Chief Black Wolf!...We follow the chiefs, defeat one hostile tribe after another, and live a good life that we never dared to imagine!...Haha!"
"Yes! Praise the Lord God! Praise His Highness!...The kingdom is invincible and prosperity belongs to us! Haha!..."
The two drunk people went crazy with alcohol and shouted happily. The other red-haired hunters and kingdom warriors also shouted and praised the Lord God, His Highness, and the victorious war! …
"Hoho!..."
After a while, the red-haired leader Mikui stopped. He fumbled around in his arms and found out a piece of green jade, which he generously handed to the woodpecker.
"Brother, here you go! We are in love, this is...I give it to you!"
"Huh? What...what is this?"
"This is a fine jade from the Totonac people on the east coast, from that Maya! Before returning from transporting mountain goods this time, we killed a few snake priests from the east... I think the carving of this snake is very beautiful, so I carry it in my arms and keep it until now!...This piece is given to you!..."
"Maya's... nice jade? Eh! Looking at the feel of the jade, it seems... some years old. It's an ancient... antique!"
The woodpecker patted his head, picked up the green jade in front of the fire, and looked at it with wide drunk eyes. Sure enough, this piece of green jade is of very good color, beautiful and clear, and has lifelike patterns engraved on it. Such a hard jade can only be carved bit by bit with jade-resolving sand and primitive weight machines. It must take a lot of effort and requires a superb jade master!
"A coiled snake, surrounding a pillar reaching the sky, surrounded by worshipers... Huh? What kind of symbol is this? A city-state? An ancient Mayan city-state?..."
The woodpecker Ape took this ancient Mayan jade from the land of Totonac and looked at it carefully for a long time, but saw nothing.
He didn't know that this was an ancient jade that worshiped gods and was produced in the ancient Mayan city of Quirigua. He also didn’t know that the city-state in Honduras was more than three thousand miles away from the Kingdom in the Lake. It was an important city-state in the Maya in the ancient southern highlands, and it was also the limit of trade exchanges in the Holy City of the Hidden Snake...
He just played with the ancient jade for a while and then put it into his pocket. But what he is thinking about right now is the artifact from the Holy City of Cholula, the Feathered Serpent Mask!
"Brother...it's almost done...don't drink anymore!...go...trade!..."
"Hiccup! What? Now?"
"Yes! I can't help it anymore...I want that mask..."
"Then go get it yourself! I want to take a nap... We will trade again tomorrow morning..."
"also!…"
Soon, the woodpecker Apei shook his head and went out for a while. And when he hugged the feathered serpent mask tightly and came back, the long room was already filled with shouts. He found a warm corner, leaned against the wall, and looked carefully at the ancient feathered serpent mask, but he couldn't get enough of it.
"Haha! A heritage artifact at the level of the sect leader!...It's mine now! Mine! Ahaha!..."
The woodpecker Aipei laughed, looking at the simple divine object in his hand, and suddenly felt an indescribable inspiration!
He recalled what he had seen along the way, the poor banner troops who had just settled down, and the wealthy banner troops who had settled there for several years... He thought about the settlement of these wilderness tribes, from the wilderness of hardship and hardship to the stable mountains and forests of the kingdom. ;From the warriors who have been fighting for many years, to the descendants who are heading to the farmland...
"So, the tribal flag team participated in the war, sold prisoners and trophies, and exchanged for weapons and armor, as well as goods needed for village settlement... They sought a better settlement life through war and plunder, and gradually transformed into civilian villages... This is the tribal trade that makes the kingdom prosperous, the prosperity that comes from war!…”
"And what does the prosperity of this tribe look like? It's like... like fertilizer! They use their lives to fight for and develop the kingdom! They nourish everything, and they can also turn into leaves or even flowers... But if If the fertilizer is not well controlled, there will be no space for plunder and trade, and there will be no stable settlement, it will bring danger, and even the flowers and leaves of the entire kingdom will be burned to death... Only the wise and brave God King can be strong Control them!"
"Then, this prosperous poem should be..."
The woodpecker's thoughts surged, and an inexplicable vicissitude struck his mind, and turned into the poem he recited!
"The warrior's manor blooms like a flower on Lake Patzcuaro in Kyunggi, like the most beautiful chinampa!... Praise the Lord God and the King!"
"The barns of the countrymen are spread out over the vast fields like green leaves. They are filled with the harvest's grain, like censers filled with turpentine! ... Praise be to the Lord God and the King!"
"The tribe's camps are like fertilizer, coming from the mountains and forests to the farmland. They are flowing with blood and use their lives to open up, let the leaves grow and the flowers bloom! They want to sow on the new land and constantly give birth to new ones. Only the true king can control life!… Praise the Lord God and the King!”
The woodpecker looked happy, leaning against the tribe's longhouse and reciting this prosperous poem. He repeatedly savored this poem that he composed and wanted to dedicate to His Highness. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was really well written!
"Well...this Kingdom hymn still needs a name...what is it called?"
The woodpecker raised his head and looked at the moon high in the night sky through the vents on the long roof. He slowly stretched out his hand and put the ancient sacred mask on his face. At this moment, he seemed to be possessed by the respected sect leader, and even his voice became majestic and vicissitudes of life.
"This hymn is called...the kingdom of the God King!..."
"No, that's not right! God King is the self-proclaimed king of Avit! And I am talking about His Highness..."
"Well... the meaning of king is 'Xia'! His Highness has a sword called the 'Shenxia' sword, so it's called... the kingdom of Shenxia!..."
"No, it's still not good! The king used the word 'god', and it's hard for your highness to use it again, especially at this time...'god', that is the supreme, supreme and powerful one...yes! Then call it 'tai'!" 'Tai Xia'!"
"Okay! That's a good word! I've decided! His Highness's honorific title is 'Taixia'! Haha!"
Woodpecker Aipei wears an ancient sacred mask and thinks like a real patriarch. He came up with this wonderful title, looked at the stars in the sky excitedly, and shouted loudly.
"Witness the Lord God! This prosperous poem tells the story of the great kingdom in the lake. This is the fiefdom of His Highness, the 'Kingdom of Taixia'!..."
"Ahaha! Taixia's country! Your Highness will definitely like it!... I am really a born poet and wise man!"
