Aztec Eternals

After leaving the Vastek village, the procession hurried south for another two days. The rainforest has long since disappeared, replaced by sparse mountain forests. The sky became clear and clear, and the people walking on the road gradually became denser. The land became fertile and easy to cultivate, and extensive farmland spread along the banks of the river.

Until noon on this day, Shulot saw a small lake at the tributary of the Tempon River. In the middle of the lake was a field in the lake that looked like a floating island. The edge of the floating island was a circle of supporting and fixed fences, half underwater. In the center of the floating island is a neatly staggered water channel, which cuts the floating island into even small pieces. On the fields of the floating island, the three main staples of corn, pumpkin and kidney beans, as well as peppers, sunflowers and precious herbs are densely planted.

"This is the first chinampa on the way home." Looking at the fields in the lake, Olosh finally smiled. "We have finally returned to the land of the city-states of Mexica. Today, we can have a good night's sleep. The city-state of Metztitlan is not far ahead, Shilot, you can go to the central market with Tells. , buy some gadgets you like."

Sure enough, not long after Shilott walked forward, a city in Chinese and American style appeared near the river. A four-to-five-meter-high earth-stone city wall was enough to be called a fortified city in the Middle Ages, and the city walls were carved with dark red patterns. Going over the city wall, you can see at a glance the twin pyramids unique to the Aztecs, which are dozens of meters high. At the same time, they enshrine the rain **** Terraloc and the patron saint Huitzilopochtli.

It is still afternoon, the gates of the city are wide open, and the villagers start to return from the city. Most of them are shirtless, with only a long loincloth tied around their waists. They are carrying newly purchased stoneware and pottery, and a few are hugging them tightly. A long cotton cloth, carefully hurried away. The city-state warriors wore white or yellow vests and uniforms, with loincloths or leather skirts tied around their waists, and small shields and battle sticks on their backs.

A little further away, several nobles and priests were sitting on their shoulders. They were slowly approached by the slaves, and the commoners and warriors along the way gave way to them. Shulot looked at their multicolored shawls and feathered crowns, and at the flowers and herbs on the shoulders, guessing that they should have just returned from the aristocratic botanical garden. Shirot smiled, the Aztec social class can really be seen at a glance, all in all, the more you wear it, the higher the status, the more gorgeous the color, and the more revered people are.

The team set up camp outside the north gate, leaving a few warriors to guard the captives, and exchanged a few words with the guards at the gate. Olosh led everyone into the city, and then the warriors quickly dispersed and went to have fun. . The guard at the city gate glanced at the necklace on Shulot's neck, showing a hint of surprise and reverence.

The first thing Shulot saw when he entered the city was the Pyramid Temple, which was the center of the city. Beneath the temple is the central square of the city-state, covering an area of ​​thousands of square meters. Festivals are the venue for sacrifices, and it is also a trading market in normal times, reminding Xiulote of the farmers' market in his "hometown in the past".

On the periphery of the farmers market are the stalls of villagers and citizens, with a variety of goods, farmers bring turkeys, dogs, rabbits, tortillas, black beans, pumpkins, peppers, sunflower seeds, and last year's avocados. The potters in the city sold all kinds of pottery for daily use, and some also sold stone farm tools.

In front of a booth, Shilot spent two cocoa beans to buy a handful of sunflower seeds, and he was walking around while knocking, followed by Tells who was also looking around. A turkey is worth eighty cocoa beans, a tortilla is about three cocoa beans, and black beans and squash are about the same price. A clay pot for making soup is about a hundred cocoa beans.

Shulot saw a farmer stuff a turkey, a few corn tortillas, a mess of avocados, and cactus tubers into a potter, took a large clay pot, and left happily. Neither side can have sufficient cocoa bean currency, and in fact, the vast majority of transactions in the market are barter.

Further inside, there are craftsmen. There are all kinds of obsidian products, including warriors, animals, symbols of gods, and various small statues. Xiulott took a look around, wanting to choose a warrior statue for his father in this life, but looking at all kinds of "freehand" and quaint faces, he always felt something was wrong. Then he and Tells continued to go inside.

Going further inside, there is a sense of a formal market. After crossing the boundary where several warriors stood, Shirlot saw the leading pointed hat warrior glanced at him sideways, stayed on the necklace around his neck for a second, and then turned back to look outside.

A simple or delicate shed, with all kinds of silver and gold ornaments in the shed. The people who traveled back and forth were mostly nobles wearing colorful robes, gold and silver, and priests wearing necklaces and feather crowns. Turning the corner, Shiloh was surprised to see Orosh parked in front of an exquisite cloth tent, breathing comfortably, holding a lit cigarette between his fingers. The people around were also satisfied, sharing the relaxed atmosphere together.

Shirlot leaned in to examine it carefully. The cigarettes were wrapped in leaves, and inside were dried tobacco leaves, mixed with unknown herbs and spices. He turned his head to look at the shopkeeper again, and was once again shocked to see a head that was twice as long as himself. The head "elegantly" curved back from the forehead, extending a slender head cover with tall feathers on it. Ornaments and dangling silver ornaments, as if aliens had arrived.

Shiloh took a step back, and only then did he see the owner's rich, fat face and a sincere smile from his heart. "Hello, little priest." The round-faced alien quickly glanced at Shulot's obsidian necklace and smiled more sincerely. "As you can see, I have a new Shenyan here, from a sacred place in the rainforest far in the east, which is the sigh of the gods left in the world. As long as a small one, you can establish a connection with the gods for a quarter of an hour. , feel the beauty of the kingdom of God." He took out a small cloth bag the size of a palm. "As a gift for the first time, this bag only needs a small gold ornament, or cotton cloth for two people, or five hundred cocoa beans."

"Cunning Maya!" Before Shilot could answer, he heard the iconic roar of the "Jaguar". "I'm going to smash your deformed head with an obsidian long stick! This is my student, Shulot, you dare to deceive him. The cotton cloth for the two of them is enough to buy five bags of these inferior cigarettes!"

"Oh, Olosh, it turned out to be your student." The alien was neither afraid nor annoyed, but just smiled and said, "Then introduce myself, I'm Tikalo, a long-distance trader. Pochitka, the city-state of Tutulsi from the remote eastern rainforest. The slender head is a symbol of divinity. We Mayan nobles are descendants of the gods, with innate elegance and kindness, and also your Aztecs Friends forever."

"Damn, call me Mexica, don't use the generic term Aztec!" Olos said dissatisfied.

"Okay, esteemed Mexica jaguar warrior. When will you pay the cotton cloth and cocoa beans you owe me?"

"By the way." The Mayan merchant Tikalo winked at Shilot again, UU reading www.uukanshu. com "Now you can buy five bags of fancy cigarettes from me for five hundred cocoa beans. Trust me, the priests love the taste."

Although Shulot was curious about the taste of the earliest Mayan cigarettes, Olosh said: "If you try the magic smoke too early, the gods will **** the life away, which is not good for the strength of the warrior's body." Half tucked under his arm, he left the Mayan shop.

"Mayan aristocrats are not good things." Oloshi scolded as he walked, "Cunning like a monkey, weak like a sloth, dressed like a tit, but each one speaks like a reed, and counts numbers better than anyone else. Exactly, I owe them money for no reason. If I go face to face on the battlefield, I can beat ten of them!  …”

Shulot inexplicably wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to laugh out loud. Just looked back at the Mayan merchant who stood out from the crowd. In his previous life, he had traveled to Cancun, watched the so-called "Maya" performances in large amusement parks, and also drove to the amazing Chichen Itza Pyramid. What used to be a few hours of planes and car rides is now like a moat. Half a year of arduous rain forest road, and unpredictable canoe sea road, make another visit to Chichen Itza almost become a dream of a lifetime.

"What kind of prosperity and beauty are the Mayan states now? With Yucatan, you can get in touch with the Caribbean island tribes as soon as possible, as well as the footholds of Europeans from afar." Shulot's thinking habits Sexually diffused.

"Maybe, when I go back to Chichen Itza again, I will no longer be alone." Follow Olos, looking at the majestic and fierce tiger helmet of the jaguar warrior, behind the tall and solemn Aztec pyramid. Inexplicably, a new desire to conquer gradually began to ignite in the Mexica boy's chest. "And the Aztec legion, my legion."