Aboriginal does not mean completely primitive.
Zheng He, Wang Jinghong, Wan Qinglin and others' first impression of the indigenous people was that they were backward, extremely backward. Even the tools for gathering and hunting were not made of metal. They were all made of stone or bone. Even if there was a little bit of metal, It was also used as an accessory rather than a weapon.
The era here should not be comparable to the Zhou Dynasty in the Central Plains. But the sudden appearance of the city in front of them gave Zheng He and others a great shock.
Wan Qinglin swallowed his saliva and said slowly: "It seems that they already have their own civilization."
Wang Jinghong put down his telescope and said solemnly: "We also have an army."
Zheng He pressed the waist knife and looked at the general Zhao Zhi beside him: "Do you dare to go deep into it and find out something?"
Zhao Zhi readily agreed: "I will go there eventually."
Wang Jinghong was a little worried. After Zhao Zhi left, he quickly said to Zheng He: "Sending Zhang Zhi directly there is tantamount to sending him to a dead end."
Zheng He said seriously: "Not necessarily, prepare to besiege the city."
"Siege, siege the city?"
Wang Jinghong was stunned.
Brother, please see clearly, this city is not small. We only have 6,000 people, and there are at least 50,000 or 60,000 natives in the city. You surround 60,000 with 6,000?
Wan Qinglin was eager to try, and his fighting spirit was high: "What are you afraid of? There are not many soldiers, only elites. Although they have a large population, how many of them are able to fight, can fight, dare to fight, and are good at fighting? We have excellent weapons and good morale. If you still lose to them if you are high and have firearms in hand, hey, there is no need to return to the capital to recover, just dig a hole and bury him here."
Wang Jinghong didn't understand military affairs, but he also knew the power of the Ming Dynasty Navy. Although they were small in number, they would never lose to these natives in a fight. It's just that they divided their forces and surrounded them. There were only more than a thousand people on one side, so they were somewhat weak.
Zheng He thought it was enough.
The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty moved very quickly. In less than two hours, they had surrounded the city. A powerful military formation formed and marched towards the city step by step.
In the city of Cusco, King Viracocha was standing in front of a large rectangular pit, which was five feet five inches deep and surrounded by seamless ashlar stones of different sizes. Every other section of the wall, there is a huge stone pillar standing.
This is a temple of worship, and the object of worship is none other than Viracocha himself.
The stone for the statue had been found and was six feet seven inches high, but the carving had not yet begun.
After leaving the temple, Viracocha walked towards the city wall, stood on the tall city wall and looked at Lake Titicaca in the distance, feeling very comfortable. However, why are there so many people by the lake, and these slaves are lazy enough to go outside the city?
"Ara, why did my slave run away and you didn't respond? Do you think that the great Sun God can't see you being lazy and not doing your duty?"
Viracocha was furious.
The Indians have their own language and no written script. They wanted to record information through "Quip", and this "Quip" is a rope-tying language, used to tie ropes to record events.
Allah is Viracocha's most valued disciple and the man who masters "Quip", who is responsible for helping to govern the city of Cusco.
Looking at the people appearing outside the city, Ara was also very confused. Everyone in the city who could pull stones was already pulling stones. How could there be any idle people strolling outside the city?
"King, this doesn't seem to be from our tribe."
Ala looked carefully and carefully and found that the clothes and grooming of these people were not from Cusco at all.
"Could he be from the Korra tribe?"
Viracocha had doubts.
Ala shook his head: "It still doesn't look like it."
While Viracocha was watching, he saw rows of sergeants stopping. Some of them were holding some weird things and placing them on the ground, then smashing them hard.
"Could they be the slaves who dug the mountains, but why did they break the earth instead of breaking the rocks?"
Viracocha didn't understand.
At this moment, a deafening sound came out, and then a black gunpowder bomb rose into the air, crossed the stone wall, and fell next to a stone pillar in the city, followed by another
There was a loud noise, and fire exploded at the bottom of the stone pillar. A pit was blown out of the foundation of the stone pillar. When the center of gravity was unstable, the stone pillar shook twice and fell.
Veraco looked at this astonishing scene, and his whole body began to tremble. What kind of miracle was this that could destroy a stone pillar that took hundreds of people to erect?
The huge movement shocked the entire city of Cusco, and countless people knelt on the ground, hoping that the gods would not punish them.
"People in the city, listen, we are the envoys of the Ming Dynasty. Now I want to enter the city to see your leader."
Zhao Zhi did not bring a single entourage, not even a sword, but only three grenades.
Viracocha couldn't understand what the people below the city were shouting, but he could see clearly that this man walked into the city. No one stopped them. Neither his sergeants nor his slaves were kneeling on the ground. , without any resistance.
After all, he is a king, and Viracocha even claims to be the "King of the Gods." It would be inappropriate for him to be scared to the ground all of a sudden.
Zhao Zhi looked at the trembling people kneeling on the ground and kept shaking his head. With their courage, how could they fight against the Ming Navy? But if you think about it carefully, they are very simple-minded and cannot understand miracles. Who can resist God?
Viracocha took his disciple Ala and others down the city wall. Zhao Zhi saw that Viracocha was different, well, that is, he had more hair than the others... so he took out a piece of paper, pen, and ink, and sat cross-legged on the ground. Trace the painting directly.
Looking at the white paper, the black ink, and the tip of the pen turning into a painting, Ala finally couldn't help it and knelt down directly.
This is God, it must be God.
Only God can possess such incredible things, and only God can have something like this in his hands. The paintings in the human world are all carved on stone. Not only are they rough, but they are also time-consuming and labor-intensive, but the gods and men in front of us can easily become paintings.
Zhao Zhi is a general officer who came out of the Imperial College. He has a quick mind. He knows that if one road fails, he can choose another. There are always more ways to solve difficulties than the difficulties themselves.
Simple drawings have been popular in the Imperial College for many years, and they are not difficult to draw.
Zhao Zhi quickly drew a painting, describing the scene of Zhu Yunwen ordering the Ming Dynasty's fleet to go to sea, followed by the bumpy sea, walking through countless roads, and finally arrived in South America, followed the river westward, and finally landed ashore. Arriving in the Andes.
Then Zhao Zhi drew a painting, depicting people in the Ming Dynasty who were very happy to get potatoes, and then waved goodbye to the indigenous people here, and then went home...
Veraco looked at the pictures and finally understood that these people were not here to fight, but to eat. What are these, potatoes? There are a lot of them here, Allah, go and bring them out.
Ala ran out and led people to bring baskets of potatoes.
Zhao Zhi looked at the potatoes and almost jumped up with excitement. Damn it, everyone worked hard for this little thing. God, why don't you give these good things to Ming Dynasty? Why do you insist on us traveling so far to find them?
Zheng He saw Zhao Zhi running out and saw him carrying a large bag of potatoes. He was very excited. He immediately ordered his sergeants to relieve the siege and stationed himself beside Lake Titicaca. He set up a military camp so as not to disturb the people in the city.
There are potatoes, lots of potatoes!
Zhu Yunwen said that the potato fruits can be brought back directly. It doesn't matter if they sprout. They can be cultivated directly on the ship.
After several offers of benefits, several paintings, and several "communications," Zhao Zhi finally found the Potato Field with the help of the people in Cusco. Zheng He almost cried when he dug out the potatoes himself.
Under one potato, six or seven potatoes can be dug out. The big ones weigh one or two kilograms and the small ones are as small as eggs. No matter how you calculate it, one potato weighs at least four kilograms. If eight hundred potato seeds are planted in one acre of land, that will be three thousand. Two hundred kilograms, equivalent to twenty-one stones!
This is based on the basic calculation. Some potatoes can actually dig out as much as five or six kilograms!
Oh my god, the output is more than twenty stones!
Zheng He felt a little dizzy. Kuang Yu and Yu Zhen, who had been following Zheng He, sat down in the potato field and started crying.
Kuang Yu saw the potato yield with his own eyes, and this cannot be faked!
More than twenty
The output of stone, the output of one acre of land exceeds the output of ten acres of wheat land! If this kind of crops are brought to the Ming Dynasty, within three years of the Ming Dynasty, there will be no hunger for the people and no famine in the world!
The tragedy of exchanging children for food will be completely eliminated in the Jianwen Dynasty. From now on, the people will not starve to death!
Kuang Yu wiped away his tears, looked up to the east, and knelt down: "Your Majesty, we have lived up to our great trust and finally found the potatoes! We will definitely take them back and let the people have enough to eat!"
Someone takes the lead and everyone follows.
Zheng He even directly ordered a simple table to be built, put potatoes on it, and made a declaration with the sergeant, hoping to let Zhu Yunwen know that the navy had obtained the potatoes!
"How did the emperor know about this place and how did he know about potatoes?"
The doubts in Yu Zhen's heart became more and more serious.
In fact, this doubt has been confusing countless people, but everyone buries the doubt deep in their hearts and does not ask or inquire. It's just that I don't know the answer to this mystery, and I always feel itchy in my heart.
Yu Zhen didn't know how many secrets Zhu Yunwen had. He seemed to have been here before, and he seemed to have only heard of it. But no matter what, Zhu Yunwen had definitely eaten potatoes and was even very familiar with them. He even knew how to cultivate potatoes. Make it clear.
Is there really a god in this world?
Is the emperor really the chosen one?
Yu Zhen once again buried his restless thoughts and dug out the potatoes. Zhu Yunwen said that potatoes and beef would make a good life. This was meant to be said in private. If those officials found out, they would not make a fuss.
Can cows be eaten casually?
However, I heard that a few cows in the royal estate would fall to death from time to time. When I go back, I must find out when the cows died and when they entered the palace...
"You're drooling."
Kuang Yu reminded Yu Zhen.
Yu Zhen let out a sigh, smiled, and said: "This potato is incredible, just like a young girl's golden lotus..."
Kuang Yu scolded Lao Se Pi, "I'm afraid you are the only one who can think of potatoes as women's feet."
