Quick Transmigration: The Harvest God, I'm Very Busy

Chapter 452 Primitive Farming Records (119)

The current season, if calculated according to future generations, is probably late autumn and early winter.

Qinghun drew the picture for a long time, got up and stretched, moved his body, then went to the eaves outside the living room, looking at the distant mountains.

On the opposite side of the field of vision is just the middle of the two southern peaks, without the barrier of the peaks, you can see the scenery in the distance.

More than half a year has passed, and the scenery now is different from what she saw when she first arrived.At first, the mountains were green, lush and green everywhere.

But now, the real layers of forests are dyed in the eye, so rich in color, light red, dark green, gradually golden, like a thick and colorful oil painting, slowly unfolding in front of the eyes, people are amazed by the supernatural power of nature .

To be able to live here for a lifetime, to have such a big yard, to see so many magical animals and plants, to taste so many delicacies, and to have so many simple, straightforward, brave tribesmen and relatives, Qinghun feels that she has paid so much for it. Everything is worth it.

Qinghun actually has the same great expectations as the other tribesmen for the high priest and for becoming a warrior.

At midnight the next day, Qinghun was pulled out of bed by Qingcao who came early to boil water.

Take a bath, wash up, put on the best clothes of the year, and finally go to the big square on the top of the mountain together, braving the cold wind in the middle of the night.

Their family originally lived in the highest residential area on the mountain, so it was not far from the top of the mountain, and people from the bottom of the mountain came up one after another.

It was the night of the full moon, the moon had not yet set, the sky was full of stars and rivers, and the clansmen dressed in strange clothes, no matter adults or children, as long as they could walk, they all held torches in their hands.There are also many people holding their own cubs.Even dozens of slaves from the clan were brought here.

It's just that the slaves can only stay on the periphery, because they have accepted the recognition of the witch, so they can enjoy the blessing of the witch during the sacrifice.

A few days ago, because of the busy farming season, the slaves all participated in the work. Qinghun, who had never seen a slave before, was familiar with these slaves.

The Jiushan tribe has no habit of abusing slaves. While ensuring that the tribesmen eat and dress warmly, they are not stingy to let the slaves eat well, wear better clothes, and live more comfortably.

And during the high priest, even the slaves would take good care of themselves. These slaves looked pretty good, probably because of their better life recently. Some slaves still had smiles on their faces.

This made Qinghun feel better.

Because of the memory of the original owner, she understands the misery of slaves better than other tribesmen. Although the Jiushan tribe does not treat slaves like the Heishan tribe, after all, these slaves are only bought, not prisoners of the defeated tribe. After a long time, there is no need to tame them more, so as long as these slaves complete their workload, they can still live a good life, but when Qinghun first saw these yellow, thin, and tattered people, his heart was full of fear. Extremely uncomfortable.

But she knew that at this time, she could not do much. Fortunately, she was fully responsible for planting, so she could arrange jobs for these slaves that did not squeeze their labor force, and let them work. It's just enough to eat, but this has already made these slaves grateful enough to her.

In the eyes of others, these slaves are the property of the tribe, but in the eyes of Qinghun, these people are the population of the tribe.

A tribe cannot develop without its population.

When we got to the mountain, many of the little warriors preparing for awakening this year were already waiting in Wu's room.

Qinghun felt that he and Diao were already early enough, but most of them arrived at Wu's place earlier than them.At this time, Wu was already drawing totems for the early arrivals.

Diao pulled Qinghun to line up behind him consciously.

Qinghun counted, and there were 23 people in front of them, large and small, including him and Diao, 25 people, and there should be some people coming from behind.When their totems are all drawn, if Wu still has the energy left, it will be the turn of the older clansmen who failed to awaken before.

But Wu said before that more fighters can be awakened this year, that is to say, those who failed to awaken before will also participate in the awakening ceremony this year.

Qing Hun secretly prayed, Mr. Wu, please be stronger, the more fighters there are, the stronger the clan will be.

The witch's speed is very fast, holding a special witch pattern pen, lighting the paint treated with special witch medicine, and painting special abstract patterns on the faces of each child. An hour or so passed.

Behind Qinghun, nine more people came, and behind them were older youths and teenagers as substitutes.There were about 20 of these people.

If all are successful, more than 50 warriors will be awakened this year.

Compared to previous years, when there were only about twenty newly awakened fighters, this year was really, really good.

After everyone finished painting their totems, Dahe helped the obviously tired Wu to go to the Fire Seed Hall.Qinghun and his team of prepared soldiers followed closely behind Wu.

Outside the Fire Seed Hall, the clansmen all stood in their positions, the front one was reserved for the little warriors who were preparing for it, and then the chief took the lead. Feng Lie and him stood halfway apart. People nodded.

Behind, is a row of third-level fighters.

After the third-level warrior is the second-level warrior, and after the second-level warrior is the first-level warrior.

Behind the soldiers, there are ordinary tribesmen who are younger and stronger.

Behind them are the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled.

Behind the old, weak, sick and disabled are slaves.

On both sides of the front row, nine animal skin drums were set up on each side. Eighteen of the most powerful warriors, led by the chief and Feng Lie on each side, stood ready.They only waited for the witch to chant the witch's wishes, lighted the fire to dance, and then beat the big drum, while the other eighteen second-level fighters also stood in the sacrificial dance position, waiting for the witch's chant and drums to dance.

The witch stood at the highest point, looking at the starry sky with his eyes, and then looked into the distance. The ancient and penetrating chant gradually started, and the witch in white robes waved the witch bone power in his hand as the chant became louder and louder. The stick, the kindling of the fire pond, suddenly jumped higher and brighter, and finally crossed the fire hall and scattered to the entire square.The biggest flame landed on the foreheads of Qing Hun and other reserve soldiers who were waiting to awaken, while the other flames floated towards all the clansmen.

Qinghun felt that the totem pattern on her forehead was ignited by the flames, and it burned more and more intensely, and it was branded to the depths of her soul. Even if she closed her eyes, the totem seemed to be burning deep in her mind, clearly visible.

Slowly, the flame took shape, and the totem pattern became clearer and clearer. Gradually, the shape of the flame became a Suzaku bathing in fire, with a red feather crown, and golden flames scattered from the feathers. The Suzaku bathing in fire spread its wings and chirped. The sound resounded through her soul. (Second update. Thank you Moshang Chuxia for your tip.)
(End of this chapter)