Ling Qingyu pointed to a pile of branches, winked at Yan San, and then called out: "Fire."
With a flick of Yan San's finger, a small spark hit the branch, and a cluster of small fires ignited, and the wind from Yan San's palm swept over again, and the fire ignited.
The pile of branches was far away from the crowd, and the four of them couldn't see Yan San's small movements. Seeing such a miracle, they hurriedly kowtowed to Ling Qingyu and called the Sun Goddess.
"It turned out that my elder brother came to impart knowledge to you, and now I will bring something better." Ling Qingyu smiled, and then took a porcelain bowl and put it in front of the four of them.
Seeing that the porcelain bowl in front of them was as white as jade, exquisite and beautiful, all four of them exclaimed, and croaked when they touched it.
The Inca had no words at this time, and Ling Qingyu searched his head until he remembered the Inca pronunciation of Cerro Rico, so he repeated that pronunciation to the four people, meaning that he was going there.
The four of them nodded after listening to it a few times, and then pointed to the front and spoke loudly.
Ling Qingyu guessed that what he meant was their tribe's village ahead, and he wanted them to go, so he ordered people to pack up their things and followed the four of them.
Night had fallen, and the four of them led the way along the lake, around the foot of the snow-capped mountain, and arrived at a valley. This valley was really not very far from their original camp, only about ten miles away, but it was very hidden, and no one took them with them. , I will never find it.
Seeing so many strange strangers in the tribe made a commotion, the four hurriedly explained to the leader, and showed him the porcelain bowl.
The leader was not as easy to deceive as those four people. He looked at Ling Qingyu suspiciously, looked her up and down, and then looked at the people behind her. Except for this, the others were all tall men. There were occasionally a few teenagers, and a few The tall man, who also looked different from these people, was dressed in weird clothes, but those clothes were extraordinarily gorgeous, and there were gorgeous flat wooden sticks hanging from each waist.
He was looking at them, and Ling Qingyu was also looking at this village. The size and scale of the village did not seem small. The houses were built on the hillside, and the construction was very simple and tidy. At least a thousand people could live there.
A little girl poked her head out from behind the door to stare at Ling Qingyu, Ling Qingyu smiled at her, the girl blushed and shrank back.
The leader said a few words, and the faces of the four people looked a little wrong. The leader scolded a few more words, and one of them walked towards Ling Qingyu and said something in a low voice.
Seeing his expression, Ling Qingyu guessed that the other party didn't want them to enter the village, and said with a smile: "It's okay, we can camp outside, but I just hope you can send a guide to take us to Sai Luo Mount Rico."
After speaking, he ordered everyone to find an open space outside the village to camp.
Ram, Song Yu, Ding Dong and Chu Cheng were a little bit resentful. Now that they are outside the village, it's fine for them men to sleep in tents outside, but can't they get a room for a woman in charge? Seeing Ling Qingyu's expression, he suppressed his anger again and took someone to clean up by himself.
Seeing that girl sticking her head out again, Ling Qingyu walked to the door of her house, took out a black pearl from her purse, wrapped it in a silk handkerchief, handed it to her, and said with a smile, "For you."
She said the Inca pronunciation, the girl took it hesitantly, looked at the pearl against the light, touched the silk handkerchief again, and ran in happily screaming.
Ling Qingyu smiled at the leader who had been looking at her, and walked out of the village.
"Wait, wait." The girl yelled and chased after her, holding an alpaca cloak in Ling Qingyu's hand, she smiled shyly, and ran back.
The alpaca wool is soft and warm to the touch, with exquisite patterns on it. Ling Qingyu couldn't help smiling at the girl and said, "Thank you." For Inca, people in later generations thought it was a golden country. In fact, in Inca, compared with gold and silver, A fine alpaca fabric is even more valuable.
Back at the camp, Ling Qingyu put the cloak on her body, and she was much warmer, so she didn't go into the tent, sat by the campfire, and waited for the leader to come to her again.
After about half an hour, Ling Qingyu was a little drowsy, and an Inca man dressed more formally came over.
Although he was not the leader, but the clothes of this person were even more gorgeous, Ling Qingyu was a little dazed, did he make a mistake, the old man is not the leader
The man sat opposite Ling Qingyu, and put the pearls and handkerchief Ling Qingyu gave the little girl in front of her.
Ling Qingyu's face darkened, thinking, isn't this here to return the cloak? No, this is so warm.
Seeing her expression, the man smiled and said, "I'll take you to Serolico Mountain." Then he pointed at Nasipa.
Ling Qingyu understood this sentence, thought for a while, and asked Yan San to take out a piece of silk and satin to climb the mountain with a load. He didn't bring too many things. The silk was also cut into pieces and brought a few pieces.
Spreading the silk and satin in front of the man, and pushing it a little further, Ling Qingyu smiled and said, "Take me to Mount Cerro Rico, and I can give this to you."
The man's eyes lit up, this piece of fabric was completely different from their silk fabric, the smooth feel, brilliant colors, beautiful and heart-pounding.
"I'll take you tomorrow." Holding the silk in his hand, the man turned and left.
Seeing that the goal had been achieved, Ling Qingyu yawned and went into the tent to sleep.
The temperature dropped a few degrees at night, but with the warm wool cloak and Yan San's embrace like a stove, Ling Qingyu slept peacefully.
When I woke up the next day, the sky was already bright, other people’s tents had been packed, even Shi Fang was sitting by the fire and drinking tea, and the man was sitting next to Shi Fang, asking him for tea.
Seeing Ling Qingyu coming out of the tent, the man gave her a friendly smile. Ling Qingyu slept well last night, unaware that there was a silent confrontation outside her tent.
The man wanted to laugh when he thought about it. The Great Elder didn't listen to him. In the middle of the night, he secretly brought some people with weapons to attack these aliens. Before he even touched the camp, he was held on his neck with a gleaming weapon. On the ground, there were dozens of big men standing around the camp, only then did the Great Elder realize that the long flat sticks contained sharp edges that were far sharper than their weapons.
If these aliens were going to be unfavorable to them, they could have killed them all directly, with their skills and those sharp weapons.
Seeing the face of the Great Elder turn from white to green, then pale and then to utterly bleak, the man called the others back, and when everyone returned to the village, the man let go of the Great Elder and kicked him on the ass. foot.
Thinking of the Great Elder lying on the bed humming, the man felt very happy.
"Gulu." The man pointed to himself.
"Ling Qingyu." Ling Qingyu also pointed to himself and said, the two of them introduced themselves.
The cute little girl brought goat milk over again, and then ran away shyly. She made a beautiful scarf from the silk par and tied it on her head.
Gulu took a dozen young people and a dozen alpacas to lead the way.
With a guide, Ling Qingyu felt much more at ease, but he didn't expect the mountain road behind to be so thrilling and tortuous. Cross the halfway of the snow-capped mountain, walk along the valley under the snow line, cross the rapids, and walk through the forest.
They also encountered a few villages along the way, and Gulu obviously had a good relationship with them. Ling Qingyu's chinaware could be exchanged for many daily necessities. Gradually, the leather clothes of the men in the team were basically replaced by twill wool cloaks.
After walking for a few more days, Gulu pointed to the towering mountain in front of him and said, "Cerro Rico Mountain."
Potosi, which is famous in later generations, is still a wilderness at this time, with an altitude of 4,000 meters, which made Shi Fang and Zhu Weili a little dizzy.
Ling Qingyu was also a little short of breath, but fortunately, she had eaten the snake pill now, so she was cold rather than tired. It is already May at this time, and it has entered the winter in Potosi. The temperature is around zero degrees, and the air coming out of Kazakhstan seems to be a little frosty.
Because of Gulu, people from the tribe behind followed their team, wanting to see what this woman who claimed to be the messenger of the sun god was going to do. When she got here, including Ling Qingyu's own people, there were already about two hundred people.
Asking Song Yu to lead someone to build a simple wooden house, Ling Qingyu and Zhou Tan Huangjing went up to Cerro Rico Mountain. She only knew that there was a big silver mine here, but it was up to these two people to find it.
It didn't take long for Zhou Tan to find the vein. The silver mine here is really big enough and very easy to find. Huang Jing was exploring water sources and wood in the surrounding area to prepare for refining. Yes, these three people were going to mine on the spot and refine it into silver to bring back.
Seeing that these aliens skillfully set up the camp, they used tools they had never seen before. Gulu took the lead, and people from several tribes came to negotiate with Ling Qingyu.
After several people finished talking loudly, Ling Qingyu pointed to the mountain and said in Inca pronunciation: "Mount Cerro Rico, mine! It was given to me by the sun god!"
Except for Gulu, the others expressed their dissatisfaction, and they quarreled loudly. Yan San stood behind Ling Qingyu, with the long sword out of the sheath in his hand, and the blade of the sword swept at the big tree behind them. There was the sound of a tree crunching and then falling to the ground.
"Thank you, Third Master." Song Yu shouted, and then carried the tree with others and left.
The voices of those people stopped abruptly, and sweat dripped from their foreheads.
"Cerro Rico Mountain, I, the messenger of the sun god." Ling Qingyu repeated again. Stare at several people until they nod.
Although he never said it, Ling Qingyu also knew that these people were the ones who spoke in those tribes. In this era, the pioneers of the Inca Empire were still building a city in Cusco, which was far from expanding here. The tribes in South America were still all Fortunately, they were scattered, otherwise, facing the prosperous Inca Empire, Ling Qingyu wondered if he could be as lucky as the Spaniards, who destroyed an empire with more than a hundred people. She hoped that a peaceful transaction could be achieved. After all, this place was too far away, and she didn't have the ambition to make this place a colony.
I'll just take the money and let you develop your own civilization, Ling Qingyu thought so.