"Fish Skin chieftain! This settlement of yours actually has a wall that makes it easy to defend, so many earthen houses, and a great stretch of barnyard-grass fields to gather from. This really is a good place!"
"Haaha! This is the best place within ten days' travel in every direction! It's on the Great River, and the terrain is good too, so we don't fear the spring and summer floods. We migrated south from the north, and when we saw this place, we didn't want to leave! The tribe spent great effort and lost quite a few warriors before we took it! No matter who it is, no one can take this settlement from our hands!..."
Maha Aguda carried Stone Hammer, his face full of smug pride, as he led Zuwaro into the camp. This abandoned settlement was very large, with rivers on two sides and woods and marshland on the other two. A low earthen wall ran along the river water, while two or three hundred mu of obvious barnyard-grass fields pressed right against the wall, scattered inside and outside the camp. The barnyard fields were uneven, with plenty of weeds that had not been cleared. Yet the degenerated barnyard millet was even more tenacious, its long, hairy ears swaying in the wind, even standing a head above the weeds.
"Main God! What strange barnyard-grass fields! The color of these ears is very different from what I saw on Mashiri Island... Fish Skin chieftain, were these barnyard-grass fields planted by the previous tribe? You should take good care of them, so you can harvest more barnyard millet and feed the whole tribe..."
"Haaha! Ship-User headman, these barnyard-grass fields weren't planted by the previous tribe. They've been here for ages! Seems they were planted long, long ago by the big