"Using new songs and poems to replace old tribal memories, to build a brand-new consensus among the Rubber People? And then to raise a new generation, a generation that identifies with the unity of the Rubber People?..."
In the great tent, Avet gazed at the Book of Songs of the Rubber People in his hands and once again sank into deep thought. He had always followed Mexica tradition, regarding the Warrior Legion as the foundation of rule, and he could not, like Xolotl, place such importance on this so-called "cultural consensus." These varied, intricate cultural methods, aimed at the long term, happened to be a blind spot in his knowledge as well, a blind spot that the overwhelming majority of Mexica nobles were not skilled in.
Of course, after Xolotl explained it in detail, he could understand the value of these methods. Every one of these measures was meant to gather the hearts of all under heaven!
The ruling Mexica Sacred Tree extended its roots through the earth and grew into the sacred tree of the Rubber People. And the hearts linked by those roots were not merely the generation before their eyes, but the long future to come! Seeing Xolotl put his mind into such long-term cultural and educational affairs, rather than the Warrior Legion, did indeed set Avet much more at ease...
"Main God bless us! Xolotl, you are the prophet blessed by the Main God, always able to see farther than ordinary men. And you are young enough to carry these cultural policies forward consistently and for a long time... I am very reassured leaving these matters in your charge!..."
After giving his promise to delegate authority, Avet reached out and patted Xolotl's shoulder warmly. Xolotl also nodded seriously, with many unspoken plans and considerations in his