"The soil is vast, and there are seedlings for Li."

It is rumored that in the place where the sun sets, there is a giant kingdom of Wang Gang.

The descendants of Emperor Yu have a female Shu, who went out to see a giant's footprints in the suburbs, and the ghost stepped on it. After Nushu returned home, her belly grew bigger day by day, and she gave birth to a child after three years.

Nushu thought the child was an ominous person, so she threw him into the footprints of giants in the suburbs.

During the day, the cows and sheep passed by the child and did not trample on him, and the ewes with breast milk knelt down beside him and nursed him with milk; At night, there is a beautiful tricolor Meng bird that covers him with huge bird feathers.

This child is known as an abandonment.

Abandoned in the care of cows, sheep and Meng birds, he grew up day by day, and when other children would only squat in the black mud pit to catch loaches, he had already picked up millet and hemp seeds in the ground and planted them in the footprints of giants.

The people of the Mi clan were pleasantly surprised to find that the millet and hemp that were discarded were growing well, and they abandoned the hemp to find his mother Nu Shu to change his Mai clothes, and carried the millet to Nu Shu's house.

Nushu was already married, and she drove her out in disgust, leaving behind millet and hemp.

"Poor boy, take this sackcloth." With tears in his eyes, he took off his sackcloth, revealing his shriveled upper body.

By the time he was a half-grown child, boys of the same age had learned to salivate behind a woman with a fat buttocks, or pull a girl's hair with his dirty paws, and had grown large tracts of millet and hemp in the footprints of giants on the western side of the tribe.

A plague of insects struck the Mi tribe, a swarm of locusts with fluttering wings greedily gnawed on millet seeds, millet and hemp, and after they had eaten the grains of rice, they ate the young leaves and then the branches, so that the people of the Mi tribe felt that these pests would gnaw their bones clean.

After the plague, the men of the Mi clan roared angrily, the women wept in despair, and the children were so hungry that they couldn't even squeeze out their tears and whimpered dryly.

The old people of the Mi clan sighed, and they remembered the teachings of their ancestors, and entered the cave of sacrifice at night, leaving the only remaining rations for the young people.

There was still not enough food to eat, and the men of the Mi clan sighed and snatched the child from the woman's arms, who was still sucking.

"The child is innocent." The women begged bitterly.

To no avail, the men walked to the river with their children under the age of seven in their arms, and the old witch chanted the ancient and mysterious language, and finally pronounced the death sentence on the children.

"Great mercy river god, please have mercy on your faithful servant......"

"Wait," he cried out, "please give me these children, and I will feed them." ”

Men are also reluctant to treat children as sacrifices, and there is no way to do it. The renunciation's request made these men unable to refuse, so they led the thirty or so children of the Youmi clan to the footprints of giants far away from the tribe.

"This is millet seeds," said Qu, standing on a stone and pinching a plump and fat millet seed, "and you can eat it." ”

"It's hemp, it keeps you warm." He said, pointing to the tattered linen clothes he was wearing.

The sackcloth on his body was too torn, and he only had this one sackcloth, which his old grandfather secretly gave to him from his mother. Mai is too short, her grandfather is a short old man, she grows quickly, and Mai can't hide her shame.

Thirty children, the youngest of whom had not yet been weaned, and the eldest who could only catch loaches, some of them were crying and some were dazed.

Sang is different, she is a beautiful girl, the largest in this group of children. She blinked her sparkling eyes and wrote down all the discarded words word for word. She slowly crouched down, trying to get a closer look at him through the sackcloth on her body.

He is still teaching these children how to be well fed, and he doesn't have much millet in storage, and if he has more than 30 mouths, I'm afraid he won't last next fall.

Sang was already completely prostrate on the ground, and she struggled to look up, only to see an ugly bug.

The giant's footprints were between the Wang Gang tribe and the Youmi tribe in the west, and they began to farm more diligently, and Sang took on the responsibility of taking care of the children.

The abandoned grandfather died of old age, and he did not even have a piece of sackcloth to cover him, and he was buried haphazardly in the woods. The people of the Mi clan and the abandoned mother, Nu Shu, forgot the existence of the abandoned and more than thirty children.

Mulberry is beautiful and smart. She led the children to collect wild fruits and vegetables and try to save millet as much as possible.

Sang grew up slowly, and she kept two piglets in captivity. In the spring, the two piglets were half the size of the piglets, and while Sang fed them, the two pigs arched the hogweed in disgust, and one pig chirped and climbed on the back of the other.

Sang blushed, her slightly bulging breasts a little swollen. She left the barn and found the weed-pulling dump with a sackcloth in her arms.

"This is the sackcloth I made." Santo said with Mai in her arms. She saw Qu stand up, his short, torn sackcloth no longer able to cover his burly body. Sang lowered his head and looked at it, his face flushed as if a March cherry had just been fished out of the water.

Abandon reached out to pick Mai, and Sang lightly avoided it. She spread her sackcloth on the floor, and lay on it with a body as soft as a snake. She looked up at the sky, always feeling that an ugly bug was bewitching her. Sang untied Mai, bit his lip and whimpered like a kitten shouting, "Abandon."

When winter came, Sang gave birth to a son, and gave him the name Li.

Nu Shu's man died, Nu Shu was too lazy, and her son Ying inherited her laziness perfectly. There was no ration at home, and the life of the Mi clan was also very hard, and Nu Shu and Ying were expelled from the Mi tribe.

"Go and find the abandonment, maybe he's still alive." Ying proposed.

Nu Shu and Ying walked for fifteen days, and finally reached the footprints of the giant. She froze at the giant's footprints and sighed softly.

He invited Nu Shu and Ying to the place where they lived, and Sang used a clay bowl to hold the sticky millet and brought it to Nu Shu.

"This is my child," said Qi, pointing to Li who was crawling between Mizi and Ma, "His name is Li." ”

"Son, please forgive me." Two lines of turbid tears flowed down Nushu's old cheeks and into the pottery bowl.

"Abandon it, I can still eat three bowls." Ying hiccuped, and now he almost gagged at the thought of the fleshy bugs and bitter grass roots he had eaten on the road.

Sang served three more bowls to Ying, and after Ying was full, she shouted: "Abandon it, I'm tired, is there a soft bed covered with animal skins and hemp?"

Abandoned into the mountains, he came back with a mottled tiger in tow. Mulberry made a blanket from the finest linen clothes and cushioned it on the bed.

"Abandon, don't blame Ying," Nu Shu said embarrassedly, "If you are embarrassed, I will take him away." ”

"Mother, you and your brother live here." Ignore San's beautiful face and crumpled.

"Li is so small, you give the house to Ying, and Li sleeps in a grass hut with us." At night, Sang lay on his chest, and two lines of clear tears flowed out.

"It's going to be fine." Wai kissed San's cheek and swallowed all her tears into her stomach.

Salty.

Nu Shu was sick, her body was swollen, and she couldn't even swallow a grain of millet.

"Mother, you have to eat millet seeds, otherwise you will starve to death." Abandoning the tears to serve by Nu Shu's side, Sang has tried his best to add precious millet and minced meat to the millet seeds, but Nu Shu still doesn't look at it.

Not only Nu Shu, but more than a dozen of the more than 30 people were also swollen like Nu Shu, and they all looked forward to abandonment.

When he shut himself in the house, he suddenly shouted, "San, you cry."

San obediently wanted to cry, but she wasn't sad enough.

"Last night eight wolves took our thirty-eight piglets." Abandon said with annoyance.

Sang wailed and cried on Wai's chest, holding Mulberry's face and kissing the tears on her face.

Salty.

Furiously looking for white, shiny grains of sand on the stones, he stuck out his tongue and licked it, saying, "Salty."

He threw the white and shiny grains of sand into the bowl while Sang was not paying attention.

Nu Shu drank three bowls of millet porridge in a row, and she said a little embarrassedly: "Actually, I can still eat a bowl."

Gathering more than thirty people like crazy, he stood on a stone and asked Sang to cook millet porridge. More than thirty people looked at the fanatical abandonment blankly, and some thought he was crazy.

Abandon spread out the palm of his left hand, twisted a little white and shiny sand with his right hand, and solemnly threw it into the millet porridge.

"Abandoned, you're crazy." Someone started screaming.

Abandon the millet porridge, blow a cold sip and drink it, making a sound of admiration.

A bold young man also tried a small bite, and he exclaimed, "Abandon, you are the stars in the sky, and you are the elves of the earth."

The rest of the people tried it in disbelief, smacking their lips and complimenting, and they fed the swollen men with millet porridge with white and shiny grains of sand, and those who could not even eat minced meat ate at least three bowls.

"Abandoned, what is this white and shiny artifact?" Someone asked.

He didn't know what to call it, but he meditated for three days and nights, and finally opened his mouth and spat out two syllables: "Salt."

This white, shiny and shiny artifact has a name—salt. Nu Shu miraculously recovered, and the dozen or so swollen people were also alive. With the support of the people, he was elected as the leader.

He meditated for seven more days and nights, and finally gave a name to the tribe with less than forty newborns—the Youli clan.

There are brave men of the Li clan who open up the territory under the leadership of Abandon, and women who raise piglets and plant mulberry hemp under the leadership of Sang.

A sudden heavy snowfall caused the women of the Li clan to cry bitterly, and most of the pigs they raised were frozen to death.

Wai sighed sadly, and for the first time he was helpless in the face of the desperate eyes of men and women.

A heroic man surrounded by a thousand people rode a fiery red horse and stepped through the snow to the Youli tribe. He held a delicate knife in his hand, more delicate than all the bone knives and stone knives of the Li clan.

There was a group of vulgar young men and beautiful women of the Li clan, staring directly at the heroic men walking in the front.

"Lai, go and greet the guests." He was already very old, his face was as old as a cracked earth, and he couldn't walk anymore. The little daughter he watched, Mei, turned into a snowflake and landed on the shoulder of the heroic man.

"Guests from afar, there is the Li tribe here, my father," Li said, pointing to the old man who was like a cracked land, "and he asked me to meet you." ”

Lai's legs were a little weak, and he was almost overturned by the snort of the fiery red horse, and his eyes unconsciously glanced at the bright knife in the hand of the heroic man.

Lai's sister was the most beautiful woman in the Lai clan, Mei, who fell like a snowflake on the shoulders of the heroic man in front of her father, who was as old as a cracked land, and her cowardly brother.

The heroic man jumped off the fiery red horse, walked to the abandoned body with Mei in his arms, and said reverently: "I am Shaoyang, a descendant of Xuanniao, the son of Yu Zhu, and the leader of the Yu clan."

He nodded, his lips furled and he didn't speak. Shaoyang walked into the house with Mei in his arms, and sighed, and Mei let out a scream like killing a pig.

There are Li clansmen who entertained Shaoyang from afar with millet seeds, salt and pork, and Shaoyang and his thousand warriors tasted salt for the first time, and they showed an expression of disbelief, and each of them ate three bowls.

"You are very wise," Shaoyang said, "and I ask you to take care of the grains, mulberry and hemp and water for me." ”

The abandoned daughter Mei couldn't walk, she curled up in Shaoyang's arms, I am afraid that she has thrown his father into the snow.

Qu nodded, he was too old, Shaoyang had to let eight warriors carry him.

Shaoyang left, he took away the white and shiny salt, took away the most beautiful woman of the Youyu clan, and took away the oldest abandoned of the Youyu clan. When he left, he whispered a few words to Li, and left the bright knife to Li.

Li was too cowardly, but his father abandoned only three daughters, and he naturally sat in the position of the head of the Yu clan.

When the people of the Lai clan noticed that Lai had changed, he went into the mountains with a bright knife and cut down many oak branches, cut the pork into strips, smeared it with salt, and hung it on the fire to smoke it.

This winter, the people of the Li clan ate with round stomachs, and there was no longer a voice against Lai.

The Mi clan did not survive the heavy snowfall, and their leader was buried under the snow.

The old people were about to walk into the cave with tears in their eyes, the women were reluctant to hold the child in their arms, and the men drew black circles on the snow in frustration.

"I am a descendant of giants, the son of abandonment, the leader of the Li clan, Li, please follow me to the Youyu clan to take refuge." Hundreds of the people of the Youmi clan left the Youmi clan under the persuasion of Li and came to the Youyu tribe.

They were impressed by the wisdom, industriousness, and bravery of the two leaders, or rather, they were gagged by the fragrant salted bacon.

With his slick knife and salt-sprinkled bacon to bring hundreds of people to his knees, the young Li changed his cowardice and cowardice to a combination of wisdom, bravery, and industriousness like his father.

The Li tribe is getting stronger and stronger, and most of the small tribes nearby are branches of the Youmi clan, so they don't need to be lured by Li with a bright knife and salted bacon, they take the initiative to take refuge.

A tribe of more than 1,000 people was founded.

When Li was very old, another heroic young man came, his name was Shaozhao, and he was the son of Shaoyang. Li left the Youli tribe with Shaozhao, just like his father.

Li passed the throne to his eldest son Li Jin, who began to eat fragrant bacon sprinkled with salt from his mother's womb, and at the age of ten he was able to overturn the strongest man of the Li tribe.

Li Jin's great-grandmother and daughter Shu were so old that they couldn't speak, her sons Qi and Ying were dead, and she was still alive.

"Li Jin, don't go to the west, there is a giant country in the west." Nu Shu was too old, she felt that she should die, and she didn't know why she wasn't dead, her grandson Li Du was already old like a cracked land.

Li Jin took the fragrant salted bacon and the bright knife, and went west in the sad eyes of the great grandmother and daughter.

When Li Jin returned, he had only one hand left, and he gasped for breath for the men with Li to take out their knives and spears to greet the guests to the west.

It was a group of giants, and as rumored to be, the shortest one was taller than the tallest Li Jin of the Li Clan. Dressed in animal skins, they rushed towards the Yuri tribe with huge bone knives and spears.

The men of the Li tribe swallowed their saliva with difficulty, but still rushed out with bright knives and spears to protect their homes, women, children, and bacon.

None of the 300 men, including Li Jin, survived, the women of the Li clan wept helplessly, and the children shivered in the stinking pig barn.

"Li Gang, carry me out." Nu Shu said sadly.

Li Yan is the son of Li Jin, he is only ten years old, he perfectly inherited the power of his father Li Jin, carrying this old woman who doesn't know what to call it out of the Li tribe and confronting those giants.

Nu Shu wept sadly, and the leading giant turned around and walked away with the puzzled expressions of the people of the Li clan.

Nushu finally died, she was too old, her son Qi and Ying had died of old age, her grandson Li was also very old, and even her great-grandson Li Jin died.

The young Li Yan led the men to bury the female Shu, Li Jin and the two hundred and ninety-nine men who had died in the battle. He gulped down fragrant bacon sprinkled with salt, and practiced his knife morning and evening.

At the age of fifteen, Li Gang carried salted bacon on his back, and with a bright knife in his hand, he followed in his father's footsteps to the west.

In the far west, where the sun was setting, he saw a group of giants chasing too far.

When Li Yan returned to the Li tribe, he was also missing an arm, and the people of the Li clan waited for the giant with trepidation, but fortunately, it was a false alarm.

Many years later, there was Lai.

Yao Zhe, the leader of the Li clan, and his ancestor Qi, waited in the heavy snow to reach the king of the Yu people, Yu Xuan. Yao Zhe remembered that his ancestor had abandoned his son Li to meet Shaoyang, and his daughter Mei turned into a snowflake and landed on Shaoyang's shoulder.

Yao Zhe glanced at his son Shaoxi, who was not cowardly, much stronger than himself. He glanced at his daughter Ziyu again, and Ziyu didn't turn into snowflakes and landed on Yu Xuan's shoulder.

Yao Zhe breathed a sigh of relief, he deliberately stepped forward quickly, prostrate on the ground and shouted: "Honorable king, I am Yao Zhe, a descendant of giants, a descendant of Li Qi, the son of Yao Mo, and the leader of the Li tribe."

Yu Xuan didn't pay attention to Yao Zhe, he stared straight at Ziyu, the most beautiful woman in the Li family.

Ziyu'e has curved eyebrows, graceful waist and delicate appearance, and is the most beautiful woman in the Li tribe.

"Yao Zhe, in the past, the ancestor of Lone, Shaoyang, asked your ancestor to abandon the management of grains, mulberry and water, and now Lone asks you to govern the five grains, mulberry hemp and water for Lone, how about it?" Yu Xuan had no intention of eating fragrant bacon sprinkled with salt, he was tired of eating it in his mother's womb, and his eyes glanced at the most beautiful woman Ziyu of the Li family.

"Don't dare." Yao Zhe, the leader of the Li tribe, hurriedly refused, he knew his own ability, and it seemed that he was overstretched to govern a tribe of tens of thousands of people, how could he dare to govern the grains, mulberry and water of the Yu Dynasty.

"Yao Zhe, in the past, Lone's ancestor Shaoyang married the daughter of the Yu family, and now Lone marries your daughter, how about it?" Yu Xuan made no secret of the coveting meaning in his eyes, Ziyu was so beautiful.

"Wait until I ask my father, who has turned into a star, and will tell me the answer." Yao Zhe said perfunctorily.

Yu Xuan was a little unhappy, but he didn't hide it, because he was Yu Jun.

The stars only come out at night, and both the Yu and Li clans tacitly regard the stars as the destination of the dead.

When the stars came out, Yao Zhe called his son Shao Zhen out.

"Father, are you looking for me?" Shao Ji grew up, he was more handsome than his father Yao Zhe, and he was also better than his father Yao Zhe in strength and courage.

"Shaoxi, you leave with Ziyu." Yao Zhe worriedly warned Shao Xi. The Li clan is a large tribe with a population of tens of thousands, but it is too small in front of the behemoth of the Yu Dynasty.

"Father, I'm not leaving," Shao Yi finally knew his father's thoughts, he was afraid of Yu Xun. Shao Yi felt that he had grown up, and he was no longer a child who needed his father's protection.

"If you don't leave, we'll all die," Yao Zhe put the dangling knife on his neck and said in a deep voice, "Remember, you are a descendant of giants, a descendant of Li Qi, and my son Yao Zhe." ”

Shao Yu gave in, and with tears in his eyes, he took his sister Ziyu and quietly left the Qiping Plain, where the Li tribe lived, under the guidance of the stars in the night sky.

The Li clan has been divided and merged over the long years, with the two largest tribes abandoning the footprints of giants in the ancestors, and the other migrating to the Qi Plains.

Shao Xi originally planned to follow his father's instructions to seek refuge in the giant's footprints, but Ziyu chased a Bai Ze into Qishan, and he had to follow.

Qishan was covered with thick snow, and a beautiful Bai Ze paced gracefully on the snow, occasionally looking back and glancing contemptuously at Ziyu and Shao Zi, bewitching this ignorant girl and the heroic young man to go deep into Qishan.

"Ziyu, stop chasing." Shao Yi is already an adult, he is really heroic, there are tens of thousands of people in the Li family and thousands of women who love him. He was not only heroic, but also perfectly inherited the industriousness, bravery, and judgment of his ancient ancestors.

Ziyu was in tears, she met that this mountain elf had completely fallen, and she liked it too much. Shao Ji is just this one sister, he can't resist Ziyu, so he has to carry her to chase Bai Ze's plum hoof prints in the knee-deep snow of Qishan.

That Bai Ze is really loved and hated, and it deliberately paced gracefully on the snow, unhurried. When Shao Jian was about to catch up, it ran away lightly, standing in the distance and smiling contemptuously.

Shao Xi felt that he was being ridiculed, and he was ridiculed by a Bai Ze. He looked at Bai Ze, who was almost the same color as the snow, from a distance, and gritted his teeth in anger.

Someone stepped on the snow and came slowly, and Bai Ze obediently followed her side. It was a very hazy person, and Shao Xi could tell from her full breasts and graceful figure that it was a woman.

She and Shao Ji walked shoulder to shoulder, leaving a dark fragrance.

"Brother, what are you doing in a daze, chase Bai Ze." Ziyu's urging voice brought Shao Xi back to his senses, and he clearly saw that Bai Ze had left with the woman, but Bai Ze was still standing in the distance.

"Ziyu, was there someone just now?" Sniff hard, and there is a dark fragrance lingering on the tip of the nose.

"Wherever there is someone, it's all snow," Ziyu urged Shao Xu, "Chase Bai Ze." ”

Looking around in annoyance, the woman walked slowly through the snow, and the time was gone.

He carried the fish on his back and walked slowly along the beautiful plum blossom-shaped hoof prints left by Bai Ze on the snow. He didn't want to chase Bai Ze anymore, he couldn't chase it at all, he planned to perfunctory Ziyu once.

Shao Xi walked very slowly, and Bai Ze paced gracefully in front of him unhurriedly. Ziyu urged Shao Ze to go faster, but how fast he walked Bai Ze walked.

Shao was tired, he couldn't walk anymore, he put down Ziyu, and sat on the snow in chagrin and gasped. Bai Ze gracefully shook off a snowflake not far away, and prostrate on the snow to nap.

Ziyu didn't get close to Bai Ze, so she looked at the mountain elf not far away.

"Ziyu, look." Shao Xi saw the hazy woman stepping on the snow again, and Bai Ze was still followed by her.

Ziyu turned around, saw nothing, and angrily picked up the snowflakes and sprinkled them on Shao Ji's head.

The hazy woman finally glanced at Shao Xi, her gaze was soft, and there was a sense of resistance that no one could approach.

Less daringly, he reached out to touch this hazy woman, soft and white. A handful of snowflakes fell on his head again.

Ziyu was hungry, she looked at Shao Xi diligently, and Shao Xi had to carry her to find out if there was any food. Qishan was covered with snow, and Shao Yu didn't find anything, so Ziyu fell asleep on his back.

Less frustrated, he walked on the snow for a day and a night. Shao Ji stopped, not tired, not hungry, he lost his way.

"Damn Bai Ze." Shao Zi muttered.

Bai Ze, who had long been gone, came gracefully again, with two bunches of shiny fruit hanging from its horns.

Bai Ze patiently waited for Shao Ji and Ziyu to finish eating the fruit, and then led the way unhurriedly. Shao Xi was afraid of getting lost again, so he had to follow the beautiful plum blossom-shaped hoof prints left by Bai Ze and continue to walk towards the depths of Qishan.

It was a valley that was very different from the outside world, with fragrant grass, deer chirping, and flowing water.

"Anyone?" Shao Xun shouted, expecting the hazy woman to appear, he thought it was a fairy. He suddenly remembered the white flowers and soft snow, and his face was hot.

Shao was disappointed, the hazy woman did not appear, and there was no one in the valley.

In the valley, there are various exotic beasts such as Lushu, Bai Ze, and Dangkang, and various rare birds such as Xuanniao, Mengniao, and Blue Bird. They are not afraid of people, and they do not reproach Shao Xi for their reckless intrusion, and even Shao Xi feels that their gaze on them is human pity.

In the middle of the valley there is a peach tree, its leaves are full of flowers, and its flowers are scorching. Ziyu danced happily under the peach tree, she was still young, and she had no worries.

Shao Ji was very busy, he carved out a small piece of land in the valley, and took out the seeds of grain and mulberry from his chest and scattered them on the ground.

He cut the bamboo with a bright knife, opened the bamboo joints, and diverted water for irrigation.

He was also busy finding a place to settle down, after all, he could bear sleeping on the peach tree every night, but Ziyu couldn't. Shao Yi originally planned to cut down the peach tree as wood, but Ziyu was not allowed. Ziyu is still young, and she is a woman, she only knows that the peach blossoms are noble and good-looking, she doesn't know what sorrow is.

Ziyu was not allowed, Shao Yu also gave up this thought, he pressed his hand on the peach tree, and a strange touch passed from his fingertips to his heart, white and soft.

Shao Xi waved away this strange thought, told Ziyu not to run around, he carried a bright knife out of the valley, and then came back with wood, ready to build two grass huts.

Ziyu is very close to Shao Ji, but she is not small, and when Shao Ji carries her, she is overwhelmed by her slightly bulging chest.

There are many fruits in the valley, some of which are really bright in color and give off an attractive aroma. Shao Xiao didn't dare to pick at will, he firmly remembered an ancestral motto - beauty and death are two flowers on a branch. When he observes what the rare birds and beasts eat, he eats whatever he eats. Those rare birds and beasts also tacitly avoided the brightly colored and attractive fruits, which made Shao Xi more convinced of the ancestral admonition that "beauty and murder are two flowers on a branch".

Every day and night, he drew a bar on the stone, and when he drew the third bar, he built two grass huts.

When the fifth bar was drawn, Ziyu shouted happily, "Brother, the millet is tasseled." ”

Shao Xi sat solemnly in front of a small piece of land that had been opened, wondering what was wrong. You can't go wrong with five bars, and Shao rubbed his chin with the man's beard, which he had just shaved before going up the mountain.

Shaoyang didn't sleep all night, he maintained a high degree of acuity and judgment to observe the growth of grains and hemp, and at dawn he drew the sixth bar. When he turned around, the grains had been bent by the heavy ears, and he clearly remembered that it was just these millet seeds, millet and hemp that had just been tasseled.

Shao Xi ate the first meal of millet porridge in eight days, he ate it with a round belly, and then lay down under the peach tree and took a nap.

"Shao, it's time to go down the mountain." A hazy woman spoke.

"Who are you? Is it a fairy? Shao Ji couldn't tell if it was a dream or a reality, but it didn't matter, the important thing was that he saw this hazy woman again.

"Shaoxi, your father is dead, and your people are suffering." The hazy woman ignored Shao Xi's doubts, and she spoke compassionately about the disaster of the Ari family.

Shao Yi was awakened, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a peach blossom falling on his broad lips.

The dark fragrance floated, exactly like the hazy woman.

Shao Yu no longer cared about the hazy woman, he picked up the bright knife and ran out of the valley with Ziyu on his back.

The snow stopped, and Bai Ze ran in front gracefully, and Shao Ji chased Bai Ze's footsteps, running down the mountain without stopping, and ran to the Qi level.

The Yu tribe suffered a catastrophe, and the army from the Yu Dynasty wielded knives and spears to slash and kill the people of the Yu tribe.

"Ziyu, you hide it." Shao Xi hid the fish in the flowers, and waved it at the beasts of the Yu Dynasty with a bright knife.

"It's a little." When the people of the Li tribe saw Shao Ji, the men picked up their knives and fought after him.

The Yu Dynasty's army fled, and they were driven away by the angry Youli tribesmen, and only the corpses and blood-stained millet on the ground recorded their crimes.

Shao Zhen knelt in front of his father Yao Zhe's grave, and two lines of tears flowed from his eyes.

"Shao Xi, you are now the leader." Wu Zhu knew that Shao Yi was a sensible person, and he could also be a great leader.

Shao Zhen remembered that he had only been in the valley for six days, and when he left, it was snowing heavily in the plains, and when he returned, the millet had already begun to tassel.

"You have been away for half a year, Yu Jun has been here twice, he is really impatient, and the third time he asked people to come with knives." Wu Zhu tried to recount the events that had happened in the past six months as gently as possible.

"Shao, go west, don't stay, don't look back, Yu Xun's knife is coming." Shao Yi heard the hazy woman talking. He didn't have time to distinguish the real from the fake, so he sent people to the distant giant's footprints to find his uncle Li Qi, and then migrated west with his people, leaving this rich Qi Plain.

The Li tribe is very large, with 50,000 people, but it is too small in front of the behemoth of the Yu Dynasty.

Not all of the people of the Li clan were willing to follow Shao Yi to the west, and many of the old people were too old to leave their bones in their homes.

Shao Yi tried hard to persuade them, and the hazy woman urged them three times, and he had to leave.

As soon as Shao Yu waded through Qishui, Yu Xun's knife fell, and some of the old people were crying and some were laughing, all of which turned into bones and remained in Qiping Plain.

Shao Yi led more than 40,000 people all the way to the west, and he remembered that the revelation of the hazy woman did not stop or look back.

Shao Xi's uncle, Li Qi, the leader of the Li clan, who stayed in the footprints of the giants, personally greeted Shao Xi. Shao Yi didn't know this man, he had just heard his father say that the Li clan of Qi Pingyuan and the Li clan of the giant's footprints were separated many years ago, and every year the bravest men traveled through mountains and rivers to visit with greetings.

Among the giant's footprints were Li Qi, the leader of the Li clan, who kissed Shao Qi's forehead, and he said compassionately: "Child, you have suffered."

There is the same blood flowing in their bodies, they are all descendants of giants, and they are all after Li Qi, and the people of the Li clan in Qi Pingyuan and the people of the Li clan with the footprints of the giants hugged each other tightly.

"Shao Xi, I only have three daughters, I am old," Li Qi said while holding Shao Qi's hand, "The gods have sent down a revelation, and you will lead the Li clan to glory." ”

"Shao Xi will be our king." Li Qi raised his hand and announced to the 100,000 people of the Li clan.

"Less." One hundred thousand of Lai's people shouted in unison.

In the evening, Li Fan entertained Shao Xi with fragrant bacon sprinkled with salt, and he said solemnly: "The gods have also sent down a revelation, and a heavenly saint has come to the world, and he is in Qishan."

"Qishan?" The first thing Shao Xi thought of was the hazy woman, and then Bai Ze.

"Yu Xun has sent someone to seal the mountain, and he is desperate to capture the saint's mount." Li Qi chewed on the fragrant pork sprinkled with salt, dipped his fingers in the water, and drew marks on the table with the footprints of Yudu, Qishan, and giants.

"These princes are all knives that surrender to Yu Xuan and can be co-opted," Li Qi dipped in water and drew a few circles, "Husai, Ba, Meng, Jiao, Guzhu, ......"

Shao Ji wrote them down one by one, and he was very grateful to this uncle.

"My two daughters are married to the Houthis, and I will go to the Houthis myself," Li Qi said, "You go to Qishan first to ask the saint to come out of the mountain, and then go to Ba." ”

Li Qi set off, and he took his youngest daughter to Houthis. Shao Yu also took the bright knife and prepared to go to Qishan to visit the saint, but Ziyu insisted on going with him, so he had to take it.

Shao Yu returned to the Qi Level, which had become a wasteland, and there were still many burnt bones on the ground. With tears in his eyes, he dug a large pit with his hands and collected bones to bury them.

After doing this, Shao Ji carried his sister Ziyu on his back to bypass the blockade of the Yu people and entered Qishan at night.

Qishan was too big, and Shao Yi relied on his memory to find the valley where the peach blossoms bloomed, and once again got lost.

This time, there was no Bai Zejiao hanging fruit to guide the way, and Shao Ji carried the fish on his back in the mountains, from day to night.

"Your ancestors have turned into stars, and they will guide you in your search for the light." Shao Zhu remembered the revelation of Wu Zhu when he left the footprints of the giant, and he followed the guidance of the stars and walked step by step to the depths of Qishan.

At dawn, Shao Ji met an old man, an old man who had fallen under a tree with all his beard.

"Old man, do you need help?" Shao asked respectfully.

"I'm thirsty," said the old man, pointing to a distant waterfall, "where the water quenches my thirst." ”

Ziyu could see that this old man was making things difficult for his brother, and there was a stream not far away, but he wanted to drink the water of the waterfall in the distance.

"Ziyu, you stay here." Shao Xi told Ziyu not to run around, and he took the bright knife and went towards the distant waterfall.

Shao Ji came back on the third day, and when he came back, he had water in his hand with taro leaves.

The old man trembled and stretched out his hand to catch the taro leaves, he was too old to catch the taro leaves, and the water was all spilled on the ground.

"Young man, I'm sorry for you to run again." The old man said without the slightest politeness.

Ziyu was not happy, she stubbornly twisted Shao Xi away, and Shao Yu comforted: "Zi Yu, you just wait here, I will pick the most beautiful flowers and weave a head ring."

It took another three days for Shao Yi to return, holding a taro leaf in his hand, which was filled with water.

The old man trembled and stretched out his hand to pick it up, and unsurprisingly sprinkled it again.

"Young man," said the old man with some guilt, "it seems that Providence will not let me drink water, so let you go." ”

Shao Chu left, and three days later he came back with taro leaves full of water, and did not forget to bring a wreath to Ziyu.

This time he personally fed the old man, and after feeding, he said, "Old man, where is your home?" I'll send you back. ”

"Young man, why are you here?" The old man drank the water and regained some strength, and he squinted and asked Shao Xi.

"Please come out of the mountain and save the Li clan." Shao Qi vaguely guessed that the old man in front of him was the saint in Shu Liqi's mouth.

"Shao, the sage let you go down the mountain." The saint walked away in Shaoxi's shocked look, leaving behind some cryptic words.

"Saint," shouted Shao Zhu, prostrate on the ground, "please go out of the mountain to save the Youli tribe." ”

The saint was gone, and he didn't say a word. Shao Yu carried Ziyu on his back and searched in Qishan for thirty days, but there was no trace of the saint, the valley, Bai Ze, and the hazy woman, so he had to carry Ziyu down the mountain in frustration, and returned to the giant's footprints under the guidance of the stars.