Aztec Eternals Chapter 457

At the end of September, the wind is clear and the clouds are scattered, and the sun is shining brightly. The humid southeast wind gradually ceased, and the dry and cold air came from the northern plateau. The rainy season has left, and the dry season has arrived. The fields are luxuriant, the fragrance is wafting thousands of miles, and the villagers are busy. The squash is drying, the beans are harvested, and the corn is just ripening.

On the shore of Lake Texcoco, a group of royal family who traveled is wandering along the harvest fields to the holy mountain of Estella in the west. All the villagers along the way bowed down and saluted, and the priests and village chiefs greeted each other from a distance, not daring to take a step without permission.

The five hundred imperial guard warriors wore bronze helmets and leather armor, armed with bronze spears, and carried long bows on their backs. They held the banner of the black wolf high, and they also guarded the banner of the royal family, two noble god-born couples, Shulot and Alyssa.

The two were newly married in January, searching for secrets every day, and night and night. In the inner and outer surroundings of the capital city in the lake, all the sights worth seeing have been visited. The purpose of this trip is to go to the holy mountain dozens of miles west of the capital to pray and make offerings at the Sun Temple on the top of the mountain. Then, they will take a vacation at the Union Holy Land under the holy mountain, visit the flowers and birds in the mountains, enjoy the geothermal hot springs, rest for a week or two, and draw the end of the newlywed honeymoon.

Shulot did not wear armor, just a loose short robe, walking in the fields of early autumn. He looked around and saw the busyness and joy before the harvest. A sincere smile appeared on the young man's face, and when he remembered a word from nowhere, he recited it in a low voice.

"Going out and wandering in the wilderness, I don't know that the farmers are poor, I don't know that the local people are laboring, and I will be stunned..."

"Huh? Shilot, what are you talking about?"

Alyssa was wearing a white robe, a pair of delicate cloth shoes, and a silver ring tied with her hair. At a glance, the pure and beautiful girl did not wear makeup, but she was as beautiful and moving as snow lotus. When she heard her lover's whisper, she blinked curiously.

"Haha, I mean, if you want to manage the alliance well and manage the people well, you must know the details of farming, the poverty of the village, the production of the land, and the hard work of the people! As the heir of the alliance, if you don't know these, you should be punished. Whip whip..."

Shirot replied with a smile, but his expression was full of seriousness. He gazed at the sight of the harvest in the fields, and pondered the foundation upon which the kingdom stood. The so-called ploughing war, ploughing before the war, is the foundation of everything.

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"Um... whipping?"

Hearing this, Alyssa looked at her lover, her face flushed. She licked her lips and asked softly like a seductive little fox.

"Shirot, who will whip you?"

"Of course it's me! As a suzerain, I have to conduct regular self-examination in front of the sign of the Lord God..."

Shulot took it for granted, and his voice was loud. After a while, he looked startled and looked at the shy girl.

"Alyssa?...you..."

"Well...In mythology, the monkey **** "Ozumatri" is the companion of the **** of music and dance "Shupiri". However, the monkey **** has always been passionate and lively, and it is difficult to restrain desire... If he stole it outside, the goddess Hughipiri would take out a moving snake whip, smack..."

Alyssa blushed and whispered, her voice becoming inaudible.

Shilot is a little unbelievable. He looked at the delicate girl and murmured.

"Punishment for stealing?...Alyssa...you think...well, not no..."

"Yeah, shame on you, stop talking about this!"

The girl's shy neck turned red, and she stamped her feet in annoyance. Then, she turned her head as if fleeing, and looked at the fields on both sides.

"Shirot, look, the corn in the field is already ripe. Why are these people sleeping on the edge of the field but not harvesting the corn in the field?"

Hearing this, Shulot smiled and looked at the vast farmland in the four fields. The vast milpa is full of mature corn. Tens of thousands of Mexican villagers in the four wilds were dispatched from the whole village and slept in the fields. From time to time, villagers in the distance waved wooden sticks, and even militiamen shot slings to drive away the birds and beasts peeking at the corn.

"Well, Alyssa, it is like this. Although the corn in the field is ripe, it is not ripe. The birds and beasts are attracted by the aroma of the ripe corn. The villagers have to drive away the birds and beasts while waiting for the corn. cooked."

Shilot pondered for a while and explained in detail. Different from other crops, corn is not easy to fall off after maturity, and it will complete the post-ripening effect on the plant and absorb the last nutrients of the plant, thereby increasing yield. As long as one or two weeks of harvesting at night, the yield can be increased by nearly one tenth!

In this era of low production, every increase in grain production is precious. Therefore, this is the hardest time before the autumn harvest. The villagers sleep on the edge of the fields for a week or two, tending to the ripe grains, allowing the fresh, tender corn to fully ripen and turn into sunken old corn.

Hearing these farming knowledge, Naxiu's eyes flashed, and she pursed her lips. She looked at His Highness quietly, and seemed to recognize the new side of the master again.

Bertard stood a few steps away, guarding the perimeter. Hearing what Sherlot said, he smiled and praised.

"Your Highness is right! You have to wait a little longer before you can harvest more corn. It will take about until the milk line of the corn kernels completely disappear, the kernels become very hard, and the bracts are dry, white and loose. At that time, the priest in the village Only the elders will urge the villagers to hurry up to harvest day and night.”

Alyssa blinked and nodded. She is good at planting flowers and herbs, and she knows a thing or two about farming.

"Shirot, I understand! What you and I have said, the vitality of crops comes from the sun, the sun, the rain and the dew, and the nutrients of the earth. The corn will take longer to mature, and the harvest will naturally be the same. More. And now there's plenty of sunshine, no rain, and no need to worry about mold!"

"good!"

Shulot nodded in satisfaction, stretched out his hand, and gently squeezed his lover's face. The group of people kept walking, walking through the continuous corn fields, and came to a large cotton field. The scenery in front of him also changed from an endless yellow-green to a gray-white and bright green interweaving.

"Your Highness, this is the cotton field of the Alliance. Not far to the west is the towering holy mountain, surrounded by not only steaming hot springs, but also extremely fertile land. Most of these lands belonged to the nobles and warriors of the capital, occupying the best canals. , growing valuable cotton."

Hearing what the samurai commander said, Shiloh nodded slightly. He stopped and stared at the low cotton bushes, thinking flashing in his eyes.

Cotton is a very water-intensive and soil-intensive crop. In the Union of Mexica, the more productive Mexican fine-staple cotton is naturally grown.

Compared with the Indian coarse-staple cotton in the Old World, the Mexican fine-staple cotton has a shorter growing period of ten days and a much higher yield. The quality of the cotton lint will also be much better, making it easier to weave into cloth. This is the coveted economic crop of the old continent, and it is also the key to the explosion of cotton production in the middle and late Ming Dynasty.

Cotton woven cotton is a global trade commodity. In the world of Central America, cotton cloth is the same currency as cocoa, and can be used directly as currency in the villages and towns of various ministries.

The flag of the black wolf fluttered, and the warriors surrounded them in awe. Shirot stopped for a moment, and the busy crowd in the cotton field stopped and saluted the royal team. Most of them fell to the ground, and performed the etiquette of commoners. A few people knelt down on one knee, which turned out to be the etiquette of a samurai.

Sherlot looked from a distance for a while, and asked in a deep voice.

"Bottard, have you ever picked cotton?"

"Picked it, Your Highness."

The samurai chief replied quietly, with a look of memory on his face.

"The cotton of the alliance is usually sown in April. If the land is not fertile, it will be sparsely planted. By the end of August, the first batch of cotton can be picked. Then every five to seven days, cotton will gradually mature. , usually can be picked until the end of October, or even until the end of December. However, the further back you go, the worse the quality of the cotton..."

"... Picking cotton is a real hard work, much harder than farming. Of course, the benefits of growing cotton are incomparable to farming. The nobles of the alliance will employ a large number of serfs to be responsible for cotton planting, picking and spinning. , directly get cotton cloth that can be used as currency. In the family of the commoner samurai, if there is a luxuriant and fertile chinampa, some cotton will be planted... After all, corn is only food, and cotton is money."

Shirot nodded slowly. The picking of cotton is extremely cumbersome, time-consuming and labor-intensive. The triangular trade on the Atlantic Ocean in later generations became so popular, in large part, because the cotton fields, sugar cane fields and tobacco fields of tropical America had an inexhaustible demand for manpower.

"Bottard, how many kilograms of cotton can be harvested in one acre of cotton fields in the Alliance?"

Hearing this, Bertard thought for a long time before giving an uncertain answer.

"Not counting the high-yield Chinampa, one acre of cotton fields along the lake can produce nearly 20 kilograms of cotton in one season. About one or two pairs of sturdy cotton armor can be made for the samurai at home."

"20 catties per mu?"

Shilot raised his voice, somewhat surprised. He looked at the Union's cotton fields again, with a smile on his face.

"The hinterland of the alliance is really fertile, and the cotton is so productive!"

Yes, in this era, 20 catties of cotton per mu is an absolute high-yield figure, and it will crush India in the old continent and the Ming Dynasty in this period. This should be attributed to the excellent varieties of Mexican short-staple cotton, and the climate of the tropical region with the same period of rain and heat. The domestication of various crops by the ancestors of Central America has indeed benefited the entire human civilization.

Bertard smiled quietly. He thought for a while, then spoke again to remind.

"His Royal Highness, the Alliance is located on a plateau, attaches great importance to food production, and does not produce much cotton. The most cotton-producing countries in the world are Mistra and Zapotec in the southern rainforest, and the eastern rainforest. Maya."

"Yeah. The Mayan merchant Tikalo also told me that the city-state of Tutulsiu in the north of the Yucatan Peninsula is a rich country rich in cotton."

Shulot turned around, looked towards the far east, and was fascinated for a long time.

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"Otter City, Tutul Xiu City... Eastern Route..."

Alyssa turned her head sideways, her bright eyes flashing. She looked at her thinking lover, as if she were reading an incomprehensible book, mysterious and fascinating.

"Shirot, what are you thinking? Well, I can think about it with you..."

"Haha! I was thinking..."

Shirott came back to his senses and smiled slightly. He stretched out his hand, hugged Ke Ren'er in front of him, and kissed deeply.

"I'm thinking, by this time tomorrow, we can soak in the hot spring together and watch the sun go down!"

"Yeah! A lot of people..."

Alyssa exclaimed, her face flushed again. She pursed her lips and hid in her lover's arms. Then, the girl spoke softly, her voice as thin as a mosquito.

"Then what about after the sun goes down?"

"After the sun goes down... of course, watch the fish swim in the water!"

"Ah? There are no fish in the hot spring."

"Yes. If you don't believe me, I'll show you when the time comes..."

"Ugh...bad monkey!..."

"Ha ha!"

The laughter of the youth spread far and wide, and the flag of the black wolf moved again. Loyal warriors flanked the king and queen on their way to the sacred mountains of the West. There, there is the oldest Sun Temple, and the sacred flame of inheritance that has never been extinguished, which has been burning from the long past to the present and the future! Click to download this site APP, massive novels, free to read!

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