In the middle of October of the Great Qi calendar, after half a month of purchase, Daqi's reserve grain has reached nearly one million catties.

The establishment of copper coin credit made the people of Daqi willing to sell their grain, at least in the official warehouse, which was much more insurable than putting it in their own homes.

The granary, which covers a huge area and is completely made of red bricks, looks much more reliable than its own thatched house.

The joy of the harvest and the joy of the noble son made Yang Hao's mood extremely comfortable, and he decided to hold an abnormal sacrificial ceremony in these days to celebrate the harvest of Daqi, and pray to the heavens that the wind and rain will continue next year.

Although Yang Hao doesn't believe this, sacrificing at a special time can also unite people's hearts, and it can also make him brush a wave of existence.

Moreover, through the sacrifice, the people of Daqi can also understand that the sacrifice does not need to kill people, and the sacrifice is just a respect for the heavens, just a cultural custom.

Yang Hao hopes that after solving the problem of food and clothing, he can let his tribe get out of the state of barbarians and become a civilized country with thoughts and morals.

When Yang Hao proposed the sacrifice at the court meeting, he was approved by most of the officials, and the officials who disagreed thought that there was no need for sacrifice at all.

And these people are also Yang Hao's staunch supporters, it can be said that they were brainwashed and washed into atheists by Yang Hao, and they only worship one person in their hearts, and that is their leader.

In their opinion, Daqi can have today, the thief God is not busy at all, and today's achievements are all earned by hard work under the leadership of Yang Hao.

After Yang Hao explained, these people reluctantly retracted their objections, but they still didn't think much of the sacrifice in their hearts.

A few days later, on the altar in the city, Yang Hao took hundreds of civil and military officials, wearing brand-new court clothes, and held a grand ceremony to worship the sky.

Yang Hao announced the results of the year to the heavens and prayed that God would continue to bless the Daqi tribe.

Then they were offered sacrifices, and they were not alive, but some of the crops that had been harvested this year, and some pigs and sheep's heads.

If there is any mystery in this sacrificial ceremony, it may be the civil and military pottery statues erected on both sides of the altar.

These two pottery statues are not cast in a realistic style, and their expressions are somewhat exaggerated, which seems to be quite similar to the statues of gods in temples and Taoist temples in later generations.

The clay statue of a civil official holds a scroll of bamboo slips in his hand, while the military general holds a long sword in his hand.

The civil official's expression was gentle, and the military attaché held his sword in his hand and held his head high and glared angrily ahead.

The sacrificial activities lasted all day, and in the evening, Chang'an City once again canceled the curfew, and the civil and military officials in the palace ate delicious food and drank sweet wine to celebrate the hard-won success of the year.

Whenever the old pestle mortar participated in the carnival, he just sat there silently and drank wine one by one.

He also participated in today's sacrifice, and as a high priest in the Sanshu Kingdom, he was naturally very familiar with the sacrifice, and today's sacrifice was different from what he had been in contact with in the past.

The words of worshipping the heavens that Yang Hao said today echoed in his mind, and he couldn't help but ask himself in his heart, did he really do something wrong, and if he really did something wrong, what were the people who were killed by himself.

Kijiu felt a trace of fear in his heart, he knew that he didn't have much to live, and if he died, he didn't know how to face those people who died tragically below.

After the banquet, Pestle had drunk too much, and after being helped back, this night, Pestle had a nightmare for a long time, he dreamed that those unjust souls who were dead and looked at him viciously.

They were going to take it away and make him feel the pain of their death, and they would ask him over and over again why they had killed them.

When he woke up in the morning, he was already wet with cold sweat.

sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, and struggled to put on his own official uniform.

This black official uniform symbolizes his current identity, he doesn't like to wear this dress in front of him, and in his heart he always thinks that he is still the high priest he used to be, a member of the Three Clouds.

And now, he sighed and put on this official uniform, he knew that from the moment he put on this official uniform, he was not the same as before, and his new identity was the doctor of Daqi.

When the door was recommended, the two young men who were dozing off on the ground suddenly woke up.

"Teacher, you're awake! I'm going to fetch you water. ”

Pestle nodded and sat down on a stone bench in the courtyard.

"Those herbs have been taken to dry."

"Back to the teacher, I've already taken it out to dry."

Pestle nodded: "These must be effective in curing wind evil, and you are now learning to read and write in the academy, how to take these medicines, record more."

From now on, the doctors of this great Qi will depend on you.

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When the young man heard this, he was shocked, and hurriedly said, "Teacher, what's wrong with you?" You're the doctor of Daqi! ”

Pestle sighed and said: "Everything has an end to one day, the teacher is no good, he has lived for so many years, and only today do he understand what is right and what is wrong." ”

"Teacher!"

"You two come here!"

The young man who fetched the water put down the basin of love and respectfully came to the pestle with the other young man.

"You two have also been with me for a year, and you have been by my side this year, and I also know that you are the leader who deliberately arranged for me to be by my side to spy on me."

The two of them were shocked when they heard this, and they wanted to justify, but they didn't know how to speak, so they lowered their heads in shame.

Pestle smiled and said: "You don't have to be like this, I don't mean to blame you, this year you have taken care of me, I have already regarded you as my descendants, my life, I have dedicated all my life to the gods, but in the end I didn't even have a bloodline." ”

When the two of them heard this, they piled up in front of the pestle and mortar, choking up, their original purpose was indeed as Pestle said, Yang Hao sent him to spy on him.

But people are not grass and trees, how can people who have been together for a year have no feelings, this year of getting along day and night, they really regard this old man as their elders, and they are all serving by their side.

And the knowledge of the pestle was also handed over to them without reservation, not father and son are better than father and son.

"Come on, my days are numbered, just walk around with me during this time, there are still some things to do before I die."

The two respectfully kowtowed to the pestle, and after serving the pestle and mortar, they washed up, and set up the carriage and went out of the city gate in the direction that the pestle said.

The carriage stopped at the edge of the bone pit, and the pestle looked at the statue kneeling there, shed two lines of tears, knelt beside the statue and stroked it gently.

The two also knew some things about the pestle, and silently left some distance, leaving this place to this lonely old man.