Give Me the Name of God

When water is poured on sand, dry sand will turn into wet sand, which Manda can understand.

Wet sand will turn into soil after being left for a while, which Manda cannot understand.

Arant, Gaia's maid, is using her own way to create land in the vast desert.

Her life is simple and pure, and she follows a strict routine every day.

In the early morning, transport water and make land.

After lunch, we sprinkled seeds into the finished land and watered it.

After dinner, we danced for Gaia until dawn.

Manda reminded Yalant: Your life is only about work and no rest!

Arant reminded Manda: You don't twist your waist hard enough, and you won't be able to eat.

Dancing is indeed not what Manda is good at, especially this kind of simple dance. Manda feels that this is more suitable for women and requires flexible joints and round curves, but Arante is unambiguous. As long as one movement is not in place, the whole dance will be perfect. Want to do it all over again.

It’s not just about dancing, Arant is hard about everything.

Manda felt that carrying water every day was too hard, so he proposed to build a canal, but Arant refused.

Manda felt that the desert was too hot in the afternoon and wanted to extend her lunch break, but Arant refused.

Manda felt that the daily food was too bland, and there were salt and other seasonings in his backpack. He wanted to improve the taste of the food, but Arant refused.

Manda felt that the night was too long. Apart from dancing, could she have some other communication, but Arant refused.

Arant rejected all of Manda's ideas, but Manda's ideas never stopped.

This brooch is for you. Manda took out a pure gold brooch. With it, you can fold your robe to look better.

The robe in the classical period was just a square piece of cloth, and different styles were fixed by folding and brooches.

Arant looked at the brooch, shook his head and said, I don't need this kind of thing. Simplicity is the beauty that the goddess admires most.

Add a touch of gorgeous embellishment to the simplicity, the simple part will become purer, and the gorgeous part will become more perfect. Manda put on the brooch for Arante with her own hands.

Arant took off the brooch and threw it aside: It's nonsense. How can simplicity mixed with impurities be called pure? Have you learned the dance I taught you?

I have indeed learned how to dance, but just singing and dancing at the same time is still a bit monotonous. Manda took out a flute, I can accompany you.

The goddess' dance does not require these noisy instruments. The human voice is given by the goddess and can sing the most beautiful tunes.

Manda said: The most beautiful tune must be simple?

Yes! Arant replied firmly.

Manda had no choice but to sing simple songs and continue to dance simple dances with Alant.

Manda, who had not slept for two consecutive nights, fell asleep during the dance. Her posture stayed in the position where she was about to twist her waist but had not yet twisted it out.

Arant wanted to kick him awake, but he failed to control the force of his kick and kicked Manda directly into the haystack.

Manda snored heartily in the soft hay, and Arant smiled and continued dancing under the moonlight.

After dancing to the song, two petals slowly fell from the air and landed on Alant.

Arantena took the petals from his shoulders and black hair and took a look.

The two petals, one yellow and one blue, are slender in shape and pure in color, which is in line with Arant's aesthetics.

Arant raised his head and looked at the sky.

She held the petals in her palms and blew on them.

The petals fluttered in the night wind, and the yellow petals began to fade, gradually becoming exactly the same as the blue petals.

Your lies are still so perfunctory. Arant sneered, looking at the rain of petals falling from the sky.

Blue and yellow colors, countless petals, hovering in the air, bringing rare vitality to the desolate desert.

Arant waved his hand, and yellow sand surged into the sky, rubbing the petals into dust before they fell to the ground.

Back in the cave, Arant lost his mood to dance and sat beside the haystack in a daze.

Manda snored loudly, and her rough sleeping appearance made Arant frown.

Arant picked up the brooch in the corner and blew on it.

The solid gold brooch was still gold. Arant wanted to wear it on his clothes, but the design of the brooch was a bit complicated. Arant tried it but threw it aside.

When Manda woke up, it was already noon the next day, and there was no trace of Arant in the cave.

Walking outside the cave, Manda was shocked. The seeds scattered three days ago actually gave birth to wheat seedlings four to five inches high.

What kind of wheat is this? How could it grow so fast?

Moreover, the growth rate is too uneven. Yesterday the seeds were not even broken through the soil, but today the wheat seedlings have grown so tall?

I applied some good fertilizer last night, and the wheat grew very well. Arant suddenly appeared behind him and handed the water jug ​​to Manda. There is also another important thing to tell you. You didn't have anything to eat at noon today. .

Why?

Because you did not clear the land for cultivation this morning and did not offer a dance to the goddess last night.

Manda defended: I offered the dance, I was dancing last night.

Dancing in a dream doesn't count, Arant wiped his sweat and looked at Manda with his hands on his hips, I am doing this for your own good. If you are not pious enough to the goddess, you will never see the goddess in this life!

Manda looked at Arant, a little lost.

She is so beautiful. She looks really beautiful in the wheat field. It would be great if the wheat seedlings were taller, which would make her even more beautiful.

In the afternoon, Manda watered the wheat fields, and continued to learn dance from Arant in the evening.

Twist your waist to the left, palms downward, and keep your eyes on the earth!

Twist your waist to the right, palms upward, and keep your eyes on the earth!

Bend down, stretch out your right hand, face to the sky, and keep your eyes on the earth!

Wait a minute! Manda looked at Arant and said, With your face facing the sky, why are your eyes looking at the earth?

“You can do it as long as you are sincere in your heart.”

This has nothing to do with piety, the eyes are on the face!

You must maintain absolute respect for the Earth Goddess in your heart!

I respect Him, but the eyes are still on the face!

That makes sense, Alan nodded. You won't have anything to eat tomorrow morning.

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The next day, Manda did not have breakfast, watered the wheat, accidentally broke a clay pot, and had no food at noon.

In the evening, I didn't pay enough attention to the dance, and I didn't have anything to eat the next morning.

On the third night, Manda felt that dancing was too boring, so she taught Yalant how to play backgammon. Yalant liked it very much and rewarded Manda with a spoonful of honey.

On the fourth night, Manda and Arant played backgammon and won Arant twelve games in a row.

On the fifth day, there was no food.

On the sixth day, pests appeared in the wheat fields.

What can we do? These bugs will eat up all the wheat seedlings! Yalant was at a loss. Manda was very curious. This was not the first time for this girl to farm.

In this age without pesticides, the best way to deal with pests is to catch them with your hands.

There aren't many pests, let's catch them! Manda rolled up her sleeves.

No! Arant shook his head and said, Insects are also living creatures. We cannot trample on living creatures at will.

Wheat is also a living thing, don't we want to eat its seeds? Look at those wild beasts, don't they want to eat their prey?

That's different. We eat crops to survive, and wild animals eat prey to survive.

We kill pests for survival and for our food. This is the same essence as wild beast hunting.

It's still different, Arant shook his head. The beast will eat the prey. The life of the prey is not wasted, but becomes part of the beast. When we kill the bug, the life of the bug is wasted.

Manda looked at Alant in confusion: Have you ever farmed before?

“My calling is farming.”

“What would you do if you encountered a pest before?”

Pray that they eat less and at least leave some food for me.

Now I know why you are hungry. Manda sighed and walked into the wheat field.

What are you going to do? Arant asked nervously.

Hunt! Manda grabbed a big caterpillar that was as thick as a finger and two inches long, cut off the head, and stuffed it into his mouth.

After chewing it for a while, Manda praised: Its life has become a part of me.

The face of the dark-skinned girl Arant seems to have turned a little whiter.

Did you eat it?

Manda grabbed one and gave it to Alant: It tastes pretty good.

That's it, eat it?

It's the most delicious to eat this way, but you may not be used to it, Manda ate another one and smacked her lips. Put it in a clay pot, bake it, and sprinkle a spoonful of honey. I will make you cry.