The beginning of the home

- Reading Platinum Writer and 2

Because it is spring, today's rain is very light, very soft, dense, and the thin rain falls obliquely on the mulberry tree, dyeing the original dark blue trunk into ink.

Qiu involuntarily leaned closer to the trunk of the mulberry tree, looked up at the gloomy sky, closed his eyes, and thought about how he could get some thatch to build a house.

The mulberry leaves on the top of the head are too small and have been picked by silkworm concubines (silkworm raising women), so it is not a good place to shelter from the rain.

He mustered up the courage to leave the mulberry forest several times, but he saw the little pig huddled between his legs and shivering, so he gritted his teeth and stood in the mulberry forest, letting the light rain slowly wet his clothes.

The father had a wife, three concubines, and eleven sons, and Qiu was the most superfluous.

He was still sleeping in the house last night, and in the early morning his father gave the pig to the hill and sent him out.

Qiu wanted to go back, but his father didn't open the door, he slammed the door hard, and his father took out a stone axe, and Qiu came to the mulberry forest with the little pig in his arms.

His father made a bad impression on him, because he always had a stone axe in his hand, and many times, the stone axe in his father's hand almost killed him.

A gust of wind blew, and the mound shivered, and when he looked at the sky again, he found that the gloomy clouds had cracked at some point, revealing a beautiful blue color.

It was not raining, but the air was very humid, Qiu quickly picked up the little pig and ran towards the river, no matter what, he had to find himself a fertile land, with land, he could build a house, and he could support himself.

The fields by the river were filled with water, like a mirror, and Qiu was very envious, if only he could have such a piece of land, but unfortunately, this field belonged to a samurai named Hugh, and he could not come close.

The eldest man was standing at the foot of the hill and was waiting for him, waiting for a piece of land to be divided into the hill.

Qiu Feng ran over, and the eldest uncle looked at the young man who had just grown up with a smile, pointed to the little pig in his arms and said, "Your father gave you a little pig?"

Qiu immediately proudly lifted the little pig high for the eldest uncle to see.

The eldest uncle ignored the neighing of the little pig, pinched its belly and smiled: "This is a good pig, your father treats you well." ”

The hills at the foot of the mountain do not want it, as long as there are wild beasts on the mountain that often come down the mountain and will spoil the crops, and there are many, many birds on the mountain, and they will eat up his ears of grain.

Seeing that Qiu was not satisfied with the fields at the foot of the mountain, the eldest uncle smiled at Qiu and said, "If you are not satisfied, then it depends on the will of the heavens, are you sure you want to divination?"

Qiu Huan looked around, looked at the foot of the mountain full of wild grass and rocks, and nodded heavily, he felt that the sky would definitely favor him.

The eldest uncle laughed and said, "In this case, you have to find a sacrifice that can satisfy the gods, and if you can find the best sacrifice, I will help you divination." ”

Qiu wanted to hand over the little pig to the eldest uncle to take care of, but after thinking about it, he didn't give it after all, so he took the little pig and went to the river beach to find the best sacrifice.

In the spring, when everything begins to grow in the hilly area, the hill can only find the sacrifice by fighting the fish in the creek.

Originally, the pig was the best sacrifice, however, Qiu was unwilling, the pig was given by his father, and he did not understand why his father would give him a pig, but this was the only thing he really had at the moment.

There are many creatures in the small river, there are fish, crabs, and green aquatic plants floating in it.

If there were no sacrifices, the mound would not have caught the fish in the creek, and the creatures here belonged to the river gods. The fish are very friendly, and when they go into the water barefoot, they flock to them and peck at their bare calves with their beaks, tickling and crispy.

Qiu leaned down and spread his five fingers apart, and a fish began to devour his fingers, and he liked a fish with a red tail, so he closed his fingers and caught it.

The red-tailed fish began to struggle violently, and Qiu squeezed the fish's mouth tightly, lifted it out of the water, and finally held it in his arms.

It was a very large fish, and its fins slapped Qiu's chest, and in a few moments it beat his chest with a dull pain.

Fortunately, this time is not long, and the fish still no longer struggles after all.

The eldest uncle still smiled and took the red-tailed carp that Qiu found, and fixed the fish to the ground with two wooden thorns, seeing that the gills of this fish were closed one by one, and the eldest uncle felt that this fish should be able to bring Qiu's respect to the gods of the nine heavens.

After lighting a bonfire, the chief began to dance, and he danced beautifully, and at the same time, the two bones hanging from his waist began to collide with each other, making a slight thumping sound, as if whispering, and as if singing.

Qiu lay on the ground and looked reverently at the eldest uncle who was dancing and singing, he saw the eldest uncle holding a gray turtle shell in his hand, and grabbed a burning thin wooden stick from the fire and pressed it on the back of the turtle shell, the fine charcoal fire rose, and a bright yellow flame disappeared suddenly, seeing that the charcoal fire was extinguished, the eldest uncle grabbed a thin wooden stick from the fire and pressed it on the turtle shell again.

The cyan smoke enveloped the tortoise shell, and Qiu heard the sound of the tortoise shell exploding one after another, and he knew that this was the decree of the gods, so he buried his head in the ground, and at this time, there was nothing else but worshipping the heavens.

The green smoke devoured the turtle shell, and Qiu's heart beat more and more, and he prayed to the gods over and over again that he could give him a good piece of land so that he could live well.

The eldest man danced for a long time, until there was no longer smoke on the turtle shell, he stopped, gasping and putting the turtle shell in the stream to wash.

After washing it with water, Qiu saw that there were many cracks in the turtle shell.

The eldest uncle was trying to observe the crack, and after looking at it for a long time, he smiled and said to Qiu: "The gods have arranged a place for you to settle down. ”

There are many cracks on the turtle shell, and each crack is so mysterious, whether it is horizontal, vertical, or chaotic, in Qiu's opinion, this is his own future.

"This is what your home looks like," the eldest uncle smiled very brightly, and Qiu also smiled very brightly, until now, all of Qiu's actions were in accordance with the wishes of the gods.

"The orientation was good. The eldest uncle laughed again, and took out a large cow bone from the leather bag.

"Follow me. ”

Qiu carried the little pig and followed the uncle out of the foot of the mountain, and they passed through a bamboo forest, crossed a small stream, and finally stopped on a sunny slope.

"You can build a house here, with a roof, with piglets, and from now on, this will be your home!"

Qiu knelt on the wet slope, reverently looked at the shoulder blades of the ox that was lifted high by the eldest uncle, let go of the little pig, and desperately dug the dirt on the ground with his hands, he knew that the eldest uncle wanted to give him a home.

found a withered bamboo and stood in the place chosen by the chief, and the uncle opened his arms as if to embrace the sky that had just turned blue.

"Ah——— the wind is coming!

O Wind God Association of the East, please give me a warm wind...... Let my young seedlings grow quickly.

O wind god of the south, please give me a violent wind...... Let my seedlings grow quickly.

O wind god Yi of the West, please give me a sweet wind...... Let my seedlings ripen quickly.

O wind god of the north, please give me the wind of slaughter...... Let my seedlings have a good harvest. ”

Changbo's voice was high-pitched and loud, and with the goshawk reaching the nine heavens, the wind god in the sky seemed to hear the call of Changbo, and the wind in the sky was blowing, and the clouds in the sky were blown away in a moment, and the red and bright sun jumped out at once.

The earth is bright.

Qiu raised his head, the sun shone on his young face, he wanted to laugh, but the little pig was gone, he stood up quickly, and when he turned around, he saw his father frowning, he was holding a stone axe in one hand, a little pig in the other, and behind him, there was a vast group of brothers.

Qiu's nose was sour and speechless.

The father crossed the mound with his head bowed, put down the stone axe and the little pig in his hand, prostrate at the feet of the eldest uncle, and whispered: "The four wind gods will bless this child's crops, and the four wind gods will also bless this child from illness and disaster." ”

The eldest uncle smiled and sighed: "You will also bless this child to start a family and start a business, and everything will go smoothly." ”

The father stood up, handed the stone axe in his hand to Qiu, and handed the little pig to Qiu, looking at Qiu who was holding the stone axe and holding the little pig in his arms, the father said loudly: "You have grown up, settle down by yourself!"

For as long as he can remember, this stone axe has never left his father's hand, which is his most precious thing, and his father once said that a father without a stone axe is not a father, and a father with a stone axe can hunt, farm, and build a house......

The stone axe was beautiful, cyan, and very hard, and whenever the stone axe made a thudding sound on the wood, Qiu felt that he was responding to the gods that I was building my home.

In the evening, the sunset appeared on the horizon, and the sunset spread most of the sky, reflecting everyone's face red.

Qiu looked at his house obsessively, it was a delicate thatched house made of bamboo skeleton, the herringbone roof was covered by thick thatch, the cold rain could no longer enter, the house was supported by sixteen thick bamboos, and the moisture under the ground could no longer invade.

Qiu put the pig in his hand into the gap between the hut and the ground, and the pig got into the thick thatch and refused to come out.

"Huanghuang Mingju, wind and rain do not invade!"

After the father circled around Qiu's new house, he pressed the stone axe in his hand into Qiu's arms, chanted aloud "Mingju" to bless his son, and left with the people.

The eldest uncle held the beautiful cow bone and shook it vigorously, pointed to the silkworm woman standing on the high mulberry tree and looking at the new home, and smiled at the dumbfounded Qiu: "The son is home, and the room is IKEA." ”

Qiu Mu sent the eldest uncle away, and at this time, he was the only one left on the verdant plain, but he no longer felt lonely, no longer frightened, and behind him, stood his home.