Compared with the monotonous plains on the east coast, the west coast of America is a huge geological museum. There are towering mountains, turbulent rivers, bag-like mountains, steep plateaus, spacious and magnificent basins, and endless deserts. Who would have thought that such spectacular and gorgeous mountains and rivers were buried deep under the sea 65 million years ago, and it was the deep seabed of the Mediterranean Sea in the Americas.

Just as Mao Xingjian led his immigrants to work hard to build their homes, another group of people traveled hundreds of kilometers away, climbing mountains and lying on snow.

New World Expedition Cavalry!

It was said to be a cavalry, but the accompanying horses had already died in an accident, leaving only three infantrymen carrying bags.

In front of me is an endless desert.

"Huh~Huh~Heh~Heh~Heh, it's the end! Let's go back! At least, go back to the 25th post to change a few horses before coming!"

Exhausted and gasping, the exploring cavalry Lan Bi looked south and said hurriedly, sweat beads rolling down his dark forehead like a stream.

Behind him, he held a leather bag and tried his best to turn it back into his mouth, but only a few drops of water slowly dripped on his lips full of cracks. He was also breathing heavily, and hung the leather bag back on his waist in disappointment. Song Yongzhong suddenly raised his telescope and looked south.

Wherever you see, the magnificent sand dunes are blowing with the strong wind, and the gravel is flying all over the sky.

Speaking of which, the colonists of the New World of Ming Dynasty were lucky. The Little Ice Age was a global natural disaster, causing a brutal Thirty Years' War in Europe. In Asia, the Ming Dynasty collapsed. In North America, even Indians could not resist the cold winter that passed one year. The seven Indian races on the west coast of America, dozens or hundreds of tribes of all sizes stayed in the relatively warm south than in the north, so until now, Mao Xingjian has not come into contact with any major tribes.

The only known tribe now is the Suliman tribe of the Sulukdata, which is the tribe from which Sulukdata was born. The Snake River Plain is shaped like a huge banana. The area of ​​the No. 22 post relocated by Mao Xingjian is located at the tail of the banana, which is the coldest side. The Suliman tribes and other Suliman tribes are located at the head of the banana and near the Snake Eye Lake. The distance between the two is about 200 kilometers.

As for the son of Sulukdata, the chief of the tribe, it was a complete accident. In order to complete the coming-of-age ceremony, he followed a few young people in the tribe to track a bull king and headed north along the river. As a result, Mao Xingjian ordered a hunting day. The running bison herd almost all of him and his group were trampled into meat pies, so he ran faster and escaped from the sky.

The Sioux and New World Expedition Team had already had a period of contact. Although they were also backward in civilization, they were also considered semi-agricultural and half-hunting tribes, so they would not just take out their knife.

But it was different now. The Cheyenne, Apache, Zuni, Comanche, and these names derived from the Soviet people, even among the Indians, are famous for their cruelty and good fighting. These tribes have been hunting in the Great Basin and the Grand Canyon of Colorado for many years, and have also attacked the Inca Empire, sweeping the Spaniards' coastal strongholds in a mess. It has been three years since they headed south. The longer the time, the greater the chance of these tribes going north again, which is why Song Yongzhong is so afraid.

Fortunately, the telescope looked over and saw that except for the strong wind mixed with salt particles in the Great Salt Lake Desert, after walking for a few days, there was still no trace of settlement. In another month, the weather became colder, and these tribes would never be able to continue migrating northward!

Putting away the telescope, and as the two deputies were looking forward to it, Song Yongzhong finally nodded.

"First go to Yanhe to get some water, find some food, and then go back to Post No. 25!"

"Have you the head!"

These words were like being pardoned. He grabbed the bag that was thrown on the ground. The two boys slid down from the sand dunes under their feet with joy. Looking at them, Song Yongzhong couldn't help but shake his head helplessly, looked back at him habitually, and then prepared to follow him.

But just this glance made him unable to walk. In the extremely wide gray sky, some moving black dots suddenly came into his eyes. There were some unpleasant screams coming into his ears. He had been in the New World for two years and had already understood this phenomenon. There were vultures hovering, and below it was death!

After taking a few glances, Song Yongzhong waved his hand again to the two deputies who had already slid under the sand dunes waiting for him.

Half an hour later, the three of them had climbed up the largest sand dune in front of them, and looked down against the overwhelming yellow sand above the dune.

On the edge of this spectacular sandy land, there is a large rippling wave. This is the last remains of the Mediterranean Sea in North America, 65 million years ago, the Great Salt Lake City, the famous Salt Lake City in later generations, is on the opposite side of this lake.

But what happened in the future? Song Yongzhong didn't expect or think about it. His attention was completely under his feet at this moment. A few blue smoke evaporated towards the sky, and several large fires burned below. Beside the fire, the bodies of four North American bisons were hung up. These were the targets coveted by vultures above their heads. At this time, the North American natives wearing animal skin clothes, animal skin hats, and two extra-long braids drooped.

Just as Song Yongzhong's telescope was looking at it hard, a dirt chief wearing a bison horn on his head and holding a wooden spear in his hand suddenly turned around and looked over with some sense. The advantage of technology was reflected here. In his eyes, the sand dune in the distance was just a small black dot.

At this time, Song Yongzhong had already put away his telescope, turned over and hid back to the other side of the sand dune, and pinched the cold telescope tube blown by the wind and sand. He couldn't help but shook his head heavily.

"Cheyenian!"

Although there was only one small tribe with a population of several hundred, this was a sign that several Indian tribes who went south to escape the cold had moved north again!

"Let's go back, hurry up!"

............

While Song Yongzhong was eating the sand in the wild, Mao Xingjian sat comfortably on the second floor of the newly built hall of his Prince's Yamen and looked down at his little kingdom.

This is definitely a replica of any northern county town in the Ming Dynasty. His yamen is located at the northeast end, facing north and south, and behind him is the towering Rocky Mountains. Looking down from the Prince's yamen, the entire Snake City is like a huge chessboard, with rows of two-story small buildings even more neatly than the Snowy Haizigang. There are more than 830 households relocated, so there are more than 830 houses.

Two houses rely on each other. The house is the most common adobe house in the Ming Dynasty. The interior is supported by solid original forest wood boards, and then rammed earth is used to form a wall. The entire building and the internal building are all wood. Even the tiles on the roof covered with insulation straw are all wood. Who makes these mountains have more wood!

There are gardens in front and back of the house, which can use the strongest skills of Chinese people and grow vegetables! Then one by one is a block, and the entire Snake City has eight interlaced streets connected by all directions.

However, at this time, Snake City was still a semi-finished product. The streets were only trampled by immigrants. They had not yet been rammed earth and bricked, and they represented the most important city wall of the city, which had not been built yet.

However, at this time, the progress of the city construction stopped again.

The rice is ripe!

Under the irrigation of the sweet snake river water, after more than four months of sun and rain, the first batch of rice crops in the New World have completely stretched out their bodies and pulled out heavy ears, turning from the original vibrant green to a golden and gratifying golden color!

Once again, the busy farming season is here!

Just as Mao Xingjian was basking in the sunset and watching the rice fields under the hillside were full of joy, a silver bell-like laughter came again under his feet.

"It's time to get out of school!!!"

"Goodbye to the teacher, and goodbye to the prince!"

Carrying a small schoolbag, more than 200 children, no matter which tribe, they all smiled and ran back with standard northern official language. Some even waved their hands back and greeted them. Looking at the scene in front of them, even Mao Xingjian, who was cold in character, couldn't help but smile on his face, and waved his hands to say hello.

Confucius' highest ideal back then was to have education but not distinguished. He realized an ideal that Mao Jue had not realized. He popularized compulsory education in his jurisdiction, and all immigrant children received his private school from the prince. In order to encourage enthusiasm, Mao Xingjian also took care of the children's three meals.

To be honest, this benefit has little significance yet. After all, the staple food eaten in the entire immigration town was delivered by Chen Jiao to Mao Xingjian. However, with the autumn harvest approaching, after the autumn harvest, the three meals that were freely served came to an end. Each household needs to eat the rice they grow themselves, so the meaning of reducing the burden is obvious.

However, just as Mao Xingjian was intoxicated by his masterpiece, there were hurried shouts coming downstairs.

"Crown Prince! Crown Prince!"

He was sweating all over. The sailor leader of the Black Pearl, also known as Mao Xingjian's guard captain Dongfang Meng, was breathing heavily and rushed in from the gate of the Prince's Yamen, and shouted loudly at Mao Xingjian standing upstairs.

"What happened, Prince! On the edge of Dongtan, it seemed like a group of native people suddenly emerged and snatched our cows. Zhao Laoda and Jin Laoliu took people to fight with them!!!"

"native?"

Mao Xingjian felt nervous when he heard this, but he became excited again. When he came to this new continent, this was the second time that the natives had heard from the locals except Sulukdata. He was carrying a wide robe. Mao Xingjian was clamoring while yelling.
Chapter completed!