Chapter 10 The Ritual Sense of the Ancients

The work and rest time of ancient people was not the concept of going to bed early and waking up early in later generations.

Because of the poor grain production, except for some nobles and wealthy merchants, most of the remaining people ate two meals a day, and the rest of the time was basically sleeping except for necessary labor work.

Because sleep is a natural response of the body when the body is low on calories.

Especially the people of Guzhu who live in the cold climate of the Northeast region, until more than nine o'clock in the morning, when the temperature rises, they do not get up one after another, although the clansmen have officially met Wang Xu yesterday, but the relationship between the two sides is still in an awkward period.

All the clansmen did not dare to approach Wang Xu from afar, their expressions were respectful, and the children were also pulled in the arms of their parents to avoid colliding with Wang Xu.

Most of them go into the jungle to pick wild fruits and vegetables to satisfy their hunger, and food and meat can only be distributed every night.

At a time when material output is not abundant, the only way to unite the people is to unite the people, and although this way seems to be unhumane, it is indeed the most basic form of human credit structure.

Holding a sapper shovel, the ink wolf selected a few young and strong clansmen, and walked into the forest with great vigor, and the rest of the clan was some old and weak people who stayed to do some manual work, waiting for others to bring them back to eat.

The so-called manual work is mainly weaving straw ropes and grinding stones.

Stone is ground to make weapons, and stone weapons have a terrible attrition rate, but in the absence of bronze and iron, they are the only weapons they can use.

The straw rope is not to weave straw shoes and grass kuang and other things to sell money, but to weave straw rope into straw mats as bedding to keep warm, because there is no sharp weapon to cut animal skin, most of the prey's fur is burned, so the warm things in the clan are mainly straw mats, including the walls of many houses, are made of thick straw mats.

Wang Xu tested the quality of the straw mat and found that not only thatch was used as the raw material, but also some rattan increased the toughness of the straw mat, making the straw mat denser and better heat retention.

It has to be said that although there is no leadership of scientific knowledge, practice can always produce true knowledge.

After sighing, Wang Xu suddenly thought of an idea, this kind of straw mat can be used as the best cover for hunting holes, and it can also be used to make relatively primitive fishing nets.

Wang Xu remembered that the Qinhuangdao area was rich in river resources, with the coastline starting from the Jinsi River Estuary in Shanhaiguan in the east and ending at the Luanhe Estuary in Changli County in the west, coupled with abundant groundwater resources, as well as the Taolinkou Reservoir, which is known as the Little Three Gorges, which can not only irrigate the land, but also develop and fish industry and aquaculture.

At this point in time, the river here would be the kind of situation where throwing a stone into the river can kill a fish, after all, it is still undeveloped.

This can solve the food problem in the short term, and when the sea salt is obtained at the migration site, it should not be a problem to marinate a large amount of salted fish, at least for this winter.

Tell Mo Lian about her idea, and follow her and a few old people in the clan to experiment for a long time, the process is more difficult than Wang Xu imagined, mainly because the flexibility of the rattan is too poor, and it is easy to break if the weaving is too long.

In the end, Wang Xu could only retreat to the next best thing, which should be a rattan basket.

Unfortunately, although it is located in a lonely bamboo country, there is no bamboo around.

When the first small rattan basket was compiled, the surrounding clansmen let out a loud cheer, and everyone looked at Wang Xu with awe.

Although they didn't know what this thing could do, they were shocked by the shape, and they couldn't imagine that rattan branches and thatch could be woven into anything other than straw mats.

Wang Xu handed the freshly formed small rattan basket to a little boy next to him, and the little boy had a surprised smile on his face, holding the rattan basket high with his thin hands, and then passed it on.

The rattan basket passed through the hands of each clansman, and the expressions on everyone's faces were unexpectedly similar, and the movements were surprisingly synchronized, as if they were performing some kind of ritual.

The biggest impression that these ancients gave Wang Xu was this sense of ritual.

Although they are poorly clothed and hungry, when they do anything, that pious and serious attitude carries an inexplicable sense of ritual.

And this sense of ritual is what Wang Xu, a modern person who has long lost his sense of awe and enthusiasm, lacks.

The so-called sense of ritual is actually to turn seemingly trivial, trivial and ordinary things into a process that can be fully engaged in earnestness.

It's a difference in attitude to life.

It's like the people of the Lone Bamboo tribe still insist on prayer and sacrifice in the midst of suffering and survival, just to be able to find the meaning of life in the suffering.

The sense of ritual may be defined by most people as something like chicken soup for the soul, but psychologically speaking, it is a strong autosuggestion with a positive, unexpected energy.

It's like when the ink wolf and others who dragged a huge wild boar and rolled back a few trees with a diameter of one meter in diameter, and were greeted and welcomed by the whole clan, it was very visually impactful and enthusiastic.

This is a truly blood-related race!

"Thank you for the divine soldiers rewarded by the Emperor! Bless me for hunting pigs! The ink wolf knelt heavily in front of Wang Xu, holding up the sapper shovel and shouting.

Wang Xu was so smoked by the bloody qi on his body that he took a step back, and looked at the sapper shovels that had only been curled for a day, and then looked at the timber with a diameter of one meter and the wild boar that was missing half a head, and the blood had dried up.

It can be seen that the harvest of the ink wolf today is really not small.

"Good work, warrior." Holding back the nausea, Wang Xu learned from yesterday's Mo Kui and patted the ink wolf's head.

"Thank you for the Emperor's kindness!" The ink wolf's head slammed on the ground and roared, and the other clansmen behind him also knelt down to thank him.

The corners of Wang Xu's mouth twitched, and he waved his hand to accept this inexplicable honor, "You deserve it, get up." ”

At this time, Mo Kui, who hadn't appeared much for a day, suddenly appeared, knelt in front of Wang Xu, and said respectfully: "The emperor ordered the god of pigs to send heirs to support the subjects, and ask the emperor to sacrifice the gift of the god of pigs!" ”

Wang Xu frowned slightly, and the meaning of this sentence reacted, this wild boar was not hunted by the ink wolf at the risk of his life, but he ordered the wild boar god in the sky to send it to them to eat.

It can be said that he is very brainless, but looking at the enthusiastic eyes and longing expressions of the clansmen, Wang Xu knows that he should have talked to the wild boar god last night.

"Exactly." Wang Xu rolled his eyes.

"Please cut off the head and limbs of the big pig beast and burn it to worship the pig god!" Mo Kui continued.

Wang Xu glanced at the wild boar, it should be three or four hundred catties, but it was cut and distributed to all the clansmen, and each person ate three catties, which was not enough for these skinny clansmen to eat their stomachs.

And there is also cutting off the pig's head and limbs and burning the sacrifice, isn't this nonsense.

However, seeing that Mo Kui's old face was full of seriousness and seriousness, Wang Xu's brows furrowed again, and he didn't answer, and walked straight to the wild boar.

A trace of coldness flashed in Mo Kui's deep eyes, and he squinted at Wang Xu's back.

"I've discussed with the god of the big pig, and in the future, unless it's a festival, I won't sacrifice it easily." Wang Xu squatted down and chuckled, took out the Swiss Army knife from behind his waist, endured nausea and nausea, and began to cut the wild boar's jaw, peeling off the animal skin.

Anatomy is an elective course in Wang Xu's university, one is to exercise one's courage, after all, an archaeological practitioner may encounter a lot of bizarre things, courage is very important, and the second is to archaeology from a biological point of view, which is conducive to a more objective dialectical materialism.

At that time, Wang Xu explained the most, and it was pigs.

The sharp Swiss Army knife is the real sharpening of iron like clay, and although the boar has rough skin and thick flesh, it can still be easily cut.

On the way back again, the pig's blood had been drained, so there was no too disgusting picture, and Wang Xu deliberately avoided the rectal part of the lower body, he didn't want to have a disgusting picture of spraying feces when he was standing in this kind of power.

A half-mutilated wild boar skin with flesh and blood was peeled off by Wang Xu for more than ten minutes.

In these ten minutes, the scene was so quiet that only the sound of knives cutting through flesh and blood, and all the clansmen were as quiet as chickens without saying a word.

In addition to awe, there was a shock in his eyes.

They couldn't believe that anyone in the world could peel off the skin of a wild boar so easily, after all, the skin of a wild boar is something that is roasted on a fire, and it is difficult to cook it.

"Mo Lian, go add up the cauldron, and the others go and light a bonfire." Wang Xu shook off the remnants of blood on his hand and commanded.

Mo Lian came back to his senses, glanced at Mo Kui, who was speechless, and got up to prepare.

The ink wolf didn't even look at Mo Kui, howled, and led the people to the woods again.

Mo Kui looked at the few children left around him, the expression on his face gradually relaxed, and finally became gentle, "Thank you for your grace!" ”

Wang Xu looked down at Mo Kui and wiped the blood stains on the Swiss Army knife, "Since I am the emperor, then the matter of sacrifice will be handed over to me, and you, as the great witch, can take the clan to celebrate." ”

Mo Kui's body trembled suddenly, and Wang Xu's heavy pupils gave him a huge pressure, so that he didn't dare to look directly at him, so he could only bow down and grit his teeth and say, "Respect the emperor's order!" ”

Wang Xu smiled and walked towards the stone house.

Mo Kui looked at Wang Xu's back, and then at the clansmen running towards the woods, and felt that something was slowly breaking out of his control.

This made him, the monarch, very tormented.