I am a primitive

The witch with a feather crown and a bone staff in his hand looked extremely energetic at this time, jumping up and down in front of everyone, very energetic.

Hands-warming Baoyuan stood in the crowd and looked at everything in shock, once again deeply impressed by the wisdom of Shenzi and the others.

Why couldn't I remember these things before?

Such a big scene and large-scale sacrificial activities are much more shocking than the way of praying by touching the back of the head in the tribe before.

Correspondingly, it is more convincing.

After thinking for a while full of admiration and shock, Yuan's eyes fell on the jumping and jumping Wu who could be described by words like radiant energy for a while, and was soon deeply shocked. Another emotion emerged.

He is so energetic now, why does he always say that he is sleepy when he arrives on the kang at night?

It seems that I can work harder in the future...

Wu, who was dancing and performing sacrifices, felt a backache for no reason. He thought it was because his range of motion was a little too big, so he planned to narrow it down a bit.

As a result, before he could do so, the pain disappeared again.

As if it was just an illusion.

Wu shook his head, ignored what he just said, and continued with his own business.

"God!"

The witch, who had finally had enough dancing, pressed his hand on his chest with the bone staff, bowed down to salute the totem pole behind the flames, and praised the gods in his mouth.

The citizens of the Qingque Tribe have seen such battles more than once, and after saluting like a witch, they all praised the gods in their mouths.

The newly joined slaves of the Bannong tribe did not receive special explanations before, but at this time they were overwhelmed by the momentum of such a grand scene, and they couldn't help imitating the way of the Qingque tribe, saluting clumsily, and then using If it seemed blunt, he shouted loudly: "God!"

Although the voice is not neat enough, there is some solemnity in the chaos.

"Son of God!"

After Wu waited until all the voices stopped, he bowed deeply to Han Cheng who was standing next to the totem pole, and then praised the Son of God.

Even Wu himself didn't realize that when he saluted Han Cheng, his body bent lower than when he saluted the totem pole, and his voice of praising the Son of God was louder.

The citizens of the Qingque tribe, when they did this, they did it more clearly.

After saluting deeply, they respectfully and loudly shouted: "Son of God!"

When shouting this "God Son", most people felt their chests were burning hot, a kind of excitement and other emotions welled up in their hearts together.

This sound of the son of God was exceptionally neat and grand, and the donkey in the donkey pen was so frightened that it opened its mouth to "choke~ah, choke~ah..." and called out.

The slaves of the Bannong tribe, having had the previous experience and being influenced by this grand and very shocking cry, also shouted more neatly and loudly this time.

Moreover, they are not very unfamiliar when they call 'Son of God'. This is because after entering the Qingque tribe and becoming slaves of the Qingque tribe, the first word they were formally taught was Shenzi.

Hearing the deafening shouts and feeling the respect and love from the hearts of everyone, even Han Cheng couldn't help feeling a little overwhelmed at this moment.

"God Qingque, please! Serve the Qingque wine!"

Han Cheng calmed down his agitated mood, looked at the quiet people, and raised his voice to shout.

After the voice fell, the eldest brother and the others left again and returned to the inner courtyard. Not long after, they came over carrying the statue of the blue sparrow wrapped in red linen.

The second senior brother who followed behind also put the wine jars and pottery bowls they were carrying in front of the Qingque statue, and then returned to their original positions to stand still.

Han Cheng personally lifted off the red cloth covering, revealing the abstract statue of Qingque.

Then he slapped open the mud seal, scooped up the wine grapes made of bamboo tubes, and poured the wine into the open mouth of the Qingque statue.

The somewhat cloudy wine swirled in the statue of the blue sparrow, and then turned into a crystal water column from the toes, and fell into the pottery bowl held by the witch...

Bowls of green sparrow wine representing a tribe were sent to the fifty newly-baked second-level citizens with wooden ID cards, looking solemn and excited, as well as those people from the Yuanyang tribe and the round people. hands.

"After drinking this bowl of Qingque wine, you will be a member of the tribe from now on. Anyone who betrays the tribe and does things that harm the tribe will be beheaded with a crow hat!"

Han Cheng said to these people with a solemn expression, his eyes stayed on Yuan's face for a while.

These words are spoken to these new citizens of the tribe, but also to the old citizens in the tribe.

Let them always remember, don't have bad intentions.

Han Cheng's majestic eyes swept over the faces of those who were about to drink Qingque wine. After seeing that no one dared to look at him, he shouted loudly: "Drink!"

The word 'drink' came out, and everyone who was already excited with the wine bowls brought the wine bowls to their mouths and began to gulp.

Yuan, the female priest of the original Bannong tribe, raised her head and drank the Qingque wine without much hesitation.

"Drinking our wine, I can breathe all over without coughing! After drinking our wine, one person dares to kill me!..."

Seeing everyone drinking the green sparrow wine with wine bowls, Han Cheng suddenly remembered the part in the movie "Red Sorghum" that sacrificed to the god of wine.

If he didn't know that it was a solemn occasion, singing now would ruin the atmosphere, and Han Cheng couldn't help shouting twice.

After drinking the Qingque wine, Laoyang, Caogen and others, holding empty wine bowls, all looked excited and smiled.

After drinking this bowl of wine today, they are considered members of the Qingque tribe through and through!

A huge commendation meeting plus the 'induction' meeting ended, and the Qingque tribe suddenly became much quieter.

However, the impact of this conference did not dissipate, especially the slaves like Da Ya who had just joined the Qingque tribe, seeing this shocking scene for the first time, they were all confused, but But very positive emotions shrouded it.

In the snow, Da Ya kept hugging the stones onto the sledge as if he had been injected with chicken blood, as if tireless, and most of the others were also like this.

At this moment, any fatigue, any unfairness, and any coldness were all left behind by them.

Everyone's enthusiasm for work was high, and the stones mined and transported in one day were almost as much as the previous two days!

Seeing this scene, Han Cheng couldn't help but smile slightly. Sure enough, people still need to be energetic.

In the carpenter's room, looking at Yuan who was limping and beating and making things, his expression was a little dazed.

These things that happened not long ago touched her the most. After all, she was a priestess of the Bannong tribe in the past, and the work she was engaged in was somewhat similar to Wu and the others to a certain extent.

Because the level of the station is higher, so the angle of view of the problem is not the same.

Da Ya and the others, ordinary, semi-agricultural slaves, saw hope through this incident, a living example that hard work will pay off.

But Yuan sees a very intelligent way to manage the people in the tribe.

Through this method, to the greatest extent, these new slaves who joined the tribe can work hard without giving birth to a rebellious heart.

This is far superior to the method she used before, through beatings and people holding weapons and watching the slaves work.