Although the sacrifice was over, Gongliang still had one question on his mind. When Dashi returned home, he couldn't wait to ask it.
"Uncle Dashi, when you were worshiping the ancestor gods, I found that you all have bloody tattoos on your backs, and they also glow. What are they?"
"I know I know."
Xiaoshi next to him spoke enthusiastically, "That is the Yan pattern, a gift given to us by the ancestral gods. When we are fourteen years old, we can go hunting, and after hunting prey, the shaman will use animal blood to draw Yan patterns on our bodies.
At that time, we can inject the blood of the prey into the Yan pattern, so that we can gain part of the prey's power during battle."
Hmm, is there still such a thing?
It's so mysterious, I feel like it's a bit subversive of my worldview.
It’s just that too many things happened today, which seem to be beyond my understanding.
After thinking for a moment, Gongliang asked again: "Uncle Dashi, when I was worshiping, I saw the flames flying out of the stone pillars of the ancestral temple and floating on us. Why didn't it burn us?"
"I know, I know." Xiaoshi replied quickly: "That is a gift from the ancestral god. It can help us refine our bodies, strengthen our muscles and bones, make us stronger and defeat more ferocious beasts. I heard that our ancestral god originally
It’s the fire from the sky. It couldn’t bear to see us being killed by wild beasts, so it came down to protect us.”
Okay! You know everything.
Gongliang didn't even know what to say about this classmate Xiaoshi.
Dashi looked at the two of them lovingly, and after Xiaoshi finished speaking, he smiled and said, "It is indeed like what Xiaoshi said, the Ancestral God is an omniscient and omnipotent existence. As long as we kill enough ferocious beasts, we can get the Ancestral God."
Bless us and make us stronger and hunt more meat."
It seemed that Uncle Dashi didn't know much, so Gongliang didn't ask any more questions. He just took a break from eating and asked Dashi: "Uncle Dashi, you don't have to go hunting next time!"
"No, you have to stay in the tribe."
"Then...Uncle Dashi, are you free? I want some wood to separate my house."
"What's the difference?"
"Just divide my big house into several small rooms."
Gongliang saw that he didn't understand, so he started gesturing in his house. Dashi was not stupid, he would understand after just looking at it. He found that it seemed better to separate them this way, at least there would be no need to pile everything in the same house and make it messy everywhere.
After dinner, I returned to my room.
There is no place to play in this place at night. It is basically a state where the sun sets and the sun rises. Gongliang sat in the dark room with his eyes wide open for a while. Feeling so boring, he went to bed. Before going to bed,
He subconsciously sat with his legs crossed and his five hearts pointing toward the sky, his eyes closed and his heart in silence.
When he was writing a book, his mind was filled with the plot of the novel, so he would sit like this before going to bed to clear out all the things in his mind, forget everything, and sleep well. Over time, it became a habit, and he would not do it before going to bed at night.
Suddenly I felt something was wrong all over my body.
After sitting with his eyes closed for a while, he forgot everything and entered the ethereal realm.
The clear current formed by the sparks that entered his body in the Ancestral Spirit Hall did not completely dissipate. It was just hidden in his body and reappeared at this time, lingering in his body.
After sitting for a while, Gongliang opened his eyes, tapped his teeth and swallowed the Qi into his Dantian according to his previous method. The undissipated clear current also flowed into the Dantian, but he didn't know this.
After doing a few more physical exercises and feeling comfortable all over, Gongliang lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
Early the next morning, while he was still sleeping, he was woken up by Xiao Shi who ran in excitedly and said, "Get up, my father has already chopped the wood."
"So fast."
Although he didn't know the time, Gongliang also knew that it was still very early. At Xiaoshi's urging, he casually took a handful of water from the water tank, washed his face, and walked out.
When they came outside, a pile of wood had been piled in the open space in front of the boulder. Each piece of wood was at least larger than the size of two people. The wood chopped back by the boulder attracted the attention of a group of warriors from the tribe who had stayed behind. They all stepped forward and asked: "Big boulder,
Why are you cutting so much wood?”
"A Liang said that the house should be divided into several small rooms. I thought it was good and wanted to divide it, so I cut down a few more trees."
Dashi smiled honestly, but did not stop moving his hands. He stood the wood up, raised an ax and jumped up hard. With a haha, it suddenly fell down, and the wood was immediately split into two halves.
.This was not enough, so he split the two halves into two pieces again, and then put them away and replaced them with another piece of wood.
The people watching on the side thought it was interesting, so they asked the big stone to rest while they split it themselves.
There were two of them for one person, and in an instant, splitting wood became a way for these bored and moldy guys to show off their strength.
"Okay." After a left-behind warrior split the wood, everyone praised him.
"It's my turn, it's my turn." A warrior at the back who was already impatient in line said anxiously.
Gongliang can no longer complain, it’s really frustrating that just chopping wood can be so lively!
"what happened?"
At this time, there was a loud shout from behind. Everyone knew without looking that the leader was coming, and without Dashi's explanation, someone next to him naturally told him that everyone was helping Dashi chop wood to separate the room. This guy also had ideas, not to mention them.
Playing with splitting wood turned into everyone helping big rocks to split wood. The leader was interested and didn’t need anyone’s help. He stepped forward and stood up a piece of wood, then took the knife he brought and slashed it on the spot, "Drink."
Ah!" With a sound, he split the wood into two halves.
The split is smooth, not as rough as others, which shows that the skill is extraordinary.
After the leader split the wood into four halves, he left gracefully, leaving only the man who was crying without tears and said aggrievedly: "It was my turn..."
Because the log the leader chopped was already the last one.
The person next to him patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "It doesn't matter. You will also be separated from each other tomorrow, and everyone will come to help you chop wood."
The man's eyes suddenly lit up. Gongliang didn't know what kind of craze he had accidentally caused by being across the room.
After all the wood was chopped, Dashi carried the thick pieces of wood into the house. This house was originally built by him and Gongliang's father, so he knew the height of the house, and the chopped wood was almost as high as the house.
When I got the room and erected it, if it was not suitable, I could use it as a partition by chopping it down. This is not a technical job, just arrange it according to the route drawn by Gong Liang. So the room was quickly separated. Dashi looked at it
When I felt very satisfied with my masterpiece, I went to work on it at home.
In this primitive tribe, there are usually no entertainment activities, so if something happens to any family, everyone will go there to join in the fun, let alone such a noisy thing in the next room.
Many people from the tribe came over. When they saw the room separated by the big stone, their eyes suddenly lit up, and they thought that this could be possible, why hadn't they thought of it before? The thoughtful people immediately went home and chopped down trees with their tools.
After partitioning the room, Gongliang began to tidy up the house, regardless of whether anyone was visiting.
The kitchen supplies were placed in the kitchen, the bedroom things were placed in the bedroom, and other miscellaneous things were moved to the utility room. Suddenly, the messy house looked much cleaner. After Uncle Dashi separated the room, he
I asked Uncle Dashi to cut a window next to the bedroom, kitchen and hall. Cutting out the window and cutting down the tree were two different things and were more laborious, but Dashi still helped.
To be honest, Gongliang was very grateful to Dashi.
Not to mention that he was the son of an old friend who raised him and helped him with such a small thing. He didn't know how to thank him. But if you have too many debts, don't worry. You will have to pay them back one day when you grow up.