Aztec Eternals

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In May, tropical migratory birds stop migrating to the north, build their nests in the mountains and forests of the lake area, and fly happily.

The song of the flock of birds spread beyond the mountains and forests, and tens of thousands of farmers in Prepecha were busy in the fields. They worked hard with the stalks of stone and wood, and sowed the seeds of corn. And on the best field in the village, a plough operated by two people could be seen, plowing the soil slowly and powerfully. In the Kingdom of the Lake, metal farming tools are expensive and limited, and they are uniformly kept by village priests and are given priority to farming in the fertile land by the river.

On the bank of the river, newly built small canals lead water, slowly infiltrating the nearby farmland. Rare small human-powered rollovers are erected by the river. A few Ding Zhuang were sweating, facing the hot sun, stepping on and overturning the car in constant rotation, drawing the precious river water into the canal. Water is the foundation of agriculture and the key to determining the harvest! Providing adequate water sources during the growth of crops can effectively guarantee a year's harvest.

In the fields near the village, some straw huts are erected sporadically. There were two poles in the grass shed, and several large buckets filled with salt water. Farmers can come here to drink a few sips of cool well water with salt added between the busy farming activities. Why do you need to add salt to the water? That is naturally because "salt is the gift of the Lord God, which gives life to believers under the scorching sun."

Under the big tree in the corner outside the village, there are several well-drained pits. As soon as Fang approached, a strong smell hit the nostrils, making people shy away. This is the site of some kind of "compost" in the village, dug up at the strict request of the priests. In the eyes of the villagers, this is probably a strange altar. The pit is filled with the filth that the villagers excrete daily, the rotting vegetable peels, the river mud salvaged from the lake, and some dead leaves and hay in autumn. The top is covered with a layer of shallow soil.

The villagers did not understand the principle, but as part of religious rituals, they regularly accumulated the "vitality" requested by the Lord God here, waiting for the coming of the Lord God's divine power. According to last year's experience, these "vitality" will ferment for several months and become "fertilizer" under divine power. And when the corn begins to joint at the end of June, "fertilizer" will be put into the field to supplement the key "vitality" of the crop.

During the spring ploughing last year, the villagers were skeptical, and following the guidance of the priest of the Lord God, they spread fertilizer in part of the fields. As a result, the yield increased by nearly 30%! The villagers truly saw the power of the Lord God, and since then, their faith has suddenly become much more pious. This year's composting department also arranged an additional guard to prevent people from neighboring villages from stealing. Because the compost in the village is always very limited, it can only be applied to the best fields.

It is worth mentioning that, in this era, the economic foundations of all the ministries in the world were mainly tribal communes under collective public ownership. The headmen and priests have the most important right to speak and directly connect with the kingdom. The village's land is still collectively cultivated, and the harvest is uniformly distributed. Generally speaking, the village is the smallest tribute unit, not the household of the Celestial Dynasty.

Since the collapse of the ancient Teotihuacan Empire, the world has been in war for thousands of years! The various ministries fought each year, and human sacrifices continued. The development of the Stone Age reached its peak, and social productivity stagnated for a long time. The tribute was heavy, and the corvée was frequent. The great nobles occupied most of the wealth and land, lived well, and the priests developed herbal medicine to treat diseases, and it was not uncommon to live to the age of fifty or sixty. However, the average life expectancy of the vast majority of people at the bottom is only in their twenties. Many people have lost their parents and mothers since childhood, and have no wife or children all their lives. The unit of the household cannot be maintained for a long time at all, and collective parenting is the most common situation.

At this moment, Xiuluot is taking two hundred personal guards to inspect the spring ploughing in a village near Hekou County. First, under the guidance of the village chief, he inspected the altar of the main god, the stone brick barn, the stone treadmill, and the compost pit in the village, and expressed his satisfaction. Afterwards, he listened to the report of the village priest, learned about the spread of the belief in the Lord God, the progress of this year's spring ploughing, and the popularization of new agricultural tools, and verbally praised him.

Next, the king summoned the captain of the militia in the village, watched the training of the militiamen, and inquired about the surrounding bandits. The bandits around have disappeared, but a few turkeys have been lost in the village recently, which is suspected to be the work of the newly relocated dogs. Hearing this news, the king frowned slightly, secretly remembering it in his heart.

Finally, the king looked at the simple thatched huts of ordinary civilians, and refused the request of the village chief to hold a banquet, and directly led the guards to leave.

The king walked out of the village and stood on the edge of the vast field, looking at the dark clouds in the sky. The seeds of spring ploughing have just been sown, and the precious spring rain is about to fall. Corn will sprout quickly, giving hope for an entire season.

"His Royal Highness, it's going to rain soon. Do you want to return to the village just now to avoid the rain for a while and have a meal?"

Bertard waited for a while, looked at the dark clouds that were getting closer, and asked.

"No, let's go back to the Hekou Fortress."

Shirot shook his head. It took only two years for Hekou County to settle down from the war. The village in front of me has just recovered a little, and the peasants' huts are still dilapidated. If the guards of two hundred people eat a meal of finely ground grains, the entire village can be impoverished.

"Bottard, do you know, I took a careful look around the village just now, and asked the village chief and the priest again."

The king's expression was calm, but there was some emotion in his words.

"There are more than 1,000 people in the village, who are over forty years old. There are only two people from the village chief's family, and the two priests before and after!"

Bertard was silent. After a while, he whispered.

"His Royal Highness, during the Western Expedition, the Tarasco Kingdom took away the rations of the villagers, and the old and the weak were basically starved to death. After all, the kingdom has not been established for a long time..."

"What about the villages of the Alliance? How many are over forty years old?"

The king sighed and continued to ask.

Bertard was silent. He probably knew a number, but if he just said it, it would only increase the troubles of His Highness. After a while, he said quietly.

"His Royal Highness, all the ministries in the world are like this. In the eyes of the nobles of the world, commoners are like ants, like dry wood. If you are too busy to work, you should die, or burn them like firewood. Forty years old The above peasants are the old people, and they are the burnt firewood. It is difficult to leave the old people in the village, and there is no need for useless firewood..."

The two were speechless for a while, and it didn't take too many realistic words to set off ripples in people's hearts. He didn't say softly until the spring rain dripped and wet the king's long hair.

"Bottard, I've always had an ideal."

"Your Highness, you say, I will listen."

"I hope that in my village, one in ten people, not counting the infants who died, will live to the age of sixty."

Saying that, Shirot looked at the sky. In the distant homeland of the East, the prosperous Celestial Dynasty at this time, there are about this proportion of elderly people in ordinary inland villages. That's where the richest and most civilized place in the world is, at the end of the 15th century.

"One in ten people live to be sixty years old?..."

Bertard repeated softly, and couldn't help lowering his eyes. Even in his wildest dreams, he had never thought so. There has never been such a prosperous world in the world, only endless bloodshed and slaughter. Even in the ancient mythology, there are only heroes and gods, and there are never civilians~www.readwn.com~ After a long time, the samurai chief sighed and said in a deep voice.

"Your Highness, it's raining heavily, you should go back."

Xiuluo nodded and said no more. Some words are more powerful not to say than to say. He calmed down and remembered the words of the militia captain.

"Bottard, you arrange the itinerary. After the inspection of the surrounding Mintun is completed, I will go to the Guakili village to check."

"...Yes, Your Highness."

Bertard's eyes moved slightly. To inspect the Guakili village, he needed to be prepared in advance.

"His Royal Highness, do you need to inform the two chiefs, Red Frog and Red Monkey?"

"Notify them and bring the black wolf with you."

"Follow your will, Your Highness!"

Shulot nodded slightly. He looked at the guard warriors who were standing in the rain, waiting silently, and his heart regenerated with strength.

"It's raining heavily, let's go. We're on our way, we're just on our way!"

"Your Highness, your journey is for the sun to reach the highest heights. When the sun is warm enough, the weeds can flourish!"

"Well, spring has arrived, and summer is not far away. Let's go~"

"Follow your will, my king~"

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