"Woo-woo--"

The sound of rice customers eating noodles with their heads bored unexpectedly suppressed the chirping of cicadas in the afternoon.

Some people are tired of eating, and their mouths are still panting, and as soon as they stop, they immediately start to flirt.

A young man glanced at He Xiangu, who was coaxing the child under the big tree, and deliberately said loudly:

"Tut, I've never eaten such good noodles, pay attention to it!

He Xiangu began to work with the children and tidy up the vegetable garden early in the morning, and then personally instructed Baoyu to cook, explaining each process in detail: for example, what kind of vegetables to pick, how to hand roll the noodles to be strong, how to boil the water out of the pot and the noodles to be shiny......

After finishing the work outside the house, He Xiangu came to the ridge, leaning on the shady tree, holding the baby in her arms, holding the soles of her shoes, and talking to the blind mother-in-law at home, she didn't hear anything about the rogue boy's shouting.

At this time, Baoyu was cleaning up piles of empty bowls, and her heart was full of joy.

It is said that the most important thing about this Zhenzi noodles is the soup, the soup is the soul of the Zhenzi noodles, Baoyu has been playing the drum in his heart, and he doesn't know if he has learned the essence of the ancient method of concoction.

Xue Pan is still powerful, after eating the noodles, he immediately sensitively received the energy in it, and began to shake his head, saying that there is some "magic" in this noodle soup, and now, when he looks at the sun, there are halos around him.

As soon as Xue Pan said this, he was laughed at by everyone on the spot. But Xue Pan said that he really saw it.

When Baoyu heard this, he believed even more: it was really the divine power in this soup that dotted the world. Why don't you eat a bowl of noodles yourself, and watch She Xiangu sit like a female elder?!

Baoyu has been looking at He Xiangu's figure with a stupid and respectful face, she knows that He Xiangu is the core of this autumn rush.

In a trance, Baoyu felt that the trees were shaking, the figures of people eating and enjoying the cool seemed to be blurred, and the voices were getting farther and farther away from him. Could it really be that this bowl of noodles has magical powers?!

Baoyu rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and the tree in front of her formed a hole that looked like a human hewn, attracting her inside. Dayan River Village is a legendary village with many hidden secrets. Baoyu turns around to look for Qingwen and finds that Qingwen is not among the people eating.

She was anxious, put down what she was doing, and walked into the cave in three steps and two steps.

A pitch-black hole is a different kind of hole, it is extraordinarily open, and there are dripping stalactites everywhere, Baoyu is shallow and shallow and shallow foot, and suddenly someone covers his mouth from behind. When she looked back, it turned out to be a muffled Qingwen.

The two gestured to each other with their eyes, tacitly walked with each other, and continued to grope forward together.

In the middle of the open cave, where the mist goes, there seems to be a standing Buddha, get closer, it turns out that the fairy wind bones, clothes fluttering is He Xiangu, she holds the dust in her hand, but smiled silently, looking at the two little guys.

Baoyu remembered that the old Ding Tou said that a long, long time ago, Dayanhe Village was a world ruled by an old grandmother, and at that time, people obeyed the arrangements of the priestess, planted in spring and summer, and engaged in farming.

It was not until later, with the change of the times and the growth of people's desires, that men made great strides in strength and hiking, and gradually, men became more active in tribal affairs, and established presbyterian councils, which gradually replaced matrilineal leadership.

In addition to farming, but also in hunting, men continued to improve their supernatural abilities, increasing the source of food, especially meat, for the tribe, and the people of the village began to recognize the merits of male leaders, and gradually, the glory of the women in the village was obscured, and the history of the matriarchal line was easily forgotten.

"Could it be that young lady are you the future female elder?" Baoyu looked at He Xiangu of Zhengda Immortal Rong warmly, her excitement and curiosity about this matter were far more than Qingwen's reaction.

He Xiangu did not answer this question. She motioned for Qingwen and Baoyu to come over and look into a bottomless ancient well together. She said:

"In the past few years, the world has been shaken and has undergone great changes, and even our secluded Dayanhe Village has not been spared. The warm light on which we live is being swallowed up and taken away, and the only thing the villagers can do is to try to pick up the old way of balance and peace when force, power, and wealth and resources are tilted, so as to stabilize every popular heart that the dark forces want to use. ”

Qingwen and Baoyu, you look at me, I look at you, as if you are listening to the book of heaven.

He Xiangu sighed, and said in her heart that she was really playing the piano to the cow. However, danger is ahead, and it is always good for juniors to prepare early.

He Xiangu was patient and no longer tried to teach the root cause of the crisis. Rather, he explained the way to solve the problem one by one: "In order not to forget the history of the ethnic group, in recent years, some respected female elders in the village have launched the 'matrilineal revival agricultural yun' to ensure that the warm light will be lost as little as possible in the future, and to rebuild the self-confidence and strength gained from the matrilineal among the future generations."

"Therefore, during farm work such as autumn rushing, the male adults of the Presbyterian Church voluntarily retreated as I was advised to support the inheritance education I advocated.

"In the past few years, with the efforts of the women in the village, the descendants have learned a lot of ancient agricultural knowledge and skills, and also learned that the villagers of Dayan River have a set of self-built 'field system', which reasonably and fairly divides the sacrificial fields, community fields, and school fields, etc., and also strives to distribute according to needs, men and women are paid equally, and they have the same right to speak......

Perhaps, all these laws originally originated from nature, from the ancestors' awe and gratitude for heaven and earth...... Nowadays, the villagers regard farming as particularly important, and they must carry out parent-child education from a young age and one-on-one, and let the children go to the field to practice, relying on the efforts of the day after tomorrow, and they are made by crawling in the mud. Instead of borrowing the supernatural powers learned on the paternal side.

"Hehe, you two babies have also seen that those descendants of Dayanhe Village, who went up to the mountains to fight tigers and destroyed the withering and decaying through divine power at every turn, are now all obediently cultivating into Confucian who knows how to read and reason, respects women and children, and knows how to cultivate and read the family, and is no longer a scheming boy who shouts at every turn that reading is useless, manual work is useless, and fantasizes about falling spells from the sky all day long......"

Speaking of this, He Xiangu paused slightly, she looked at the two babies who seemed to understand whether she understood or not, stroked Baoyu's pigtails lovingly, and said, "The blind mother-in-law is going to teach Baoyu the same embroidery skills today, Baoyu, you stay in this tree hole and learn hard."

"As for Qingwen, sister, I just want to say one thing, don't look at your strength now and you don't have any experience, but you take a closer look at the water droplets on this stalactite, the dripping water pierces the stone, and there is no place that cannot be penetrated. Qingwen, you are here to watch. As for the noisy friends outside, I will take care of my sister. ”

Baoyu and Qingwen like to surround their sister He Xiangu on weekdays, and today, they have received He Xiangu's personal guidance, which is more convincing.

In fact, the villagers of the whole village were very convinced, and under the peasant movement initiated by He Xiangu and other women in the village, they not only balanced the stumbles in the natural development of the village, but also allocated the harvest more effectively, but also found a centripetal force for the people by organizing the villagers and concentrating on agricultural affairs: a kind of collective consensus on equality and freedom in addition to the pursuit and improvement of force and supernatural powers.

In this way, the villagers of Dayan River practice the principle of "heaven and earth gifts, not to be taken".