What was supposed to be a dull and serious sacrifice was turned into a cheerful sports meeting.

Awe, awe, reverence, and awe. As the old grandmother said, the death in front of you can make people impressive, and this is fear. Nowadays, however, people only respect their ancestors.

Because it's meaningless, it's a little more alive during the sacrifice, and it's impossible to say that you've been living well, but it's made into a crying and howling prayer meeting during the sacrifice.

People who are religious are few for heaven, and most are afraid of hell. Chen Jian didn't want to get out of hell to scare the clansmen, he only hoped that the clansmen would only hope for this life and not look forward to the next life, just fear the law and be close to virtue in the future, who knows what the future will be.

He alone could not make a complete set of rules and regulations, nor could he make a complete system. For example, in the previous life, Meng Yuan invaded Shenzhou Lu Shen, and after Zhu Mingguang recovered, he wanted to learn from the Han, Tang and Song dynasties, but the system was destroyed, and he could only grope between the lines of the classics.

The whole country is a masterpiece, but from the ruins to make a four-like, that is only a hundred years, how much there is still some of the previous foundation is still like this, and now from scratch.

Now the sacrifice is only the beginning, and in the future, after the land is reclaimed, the most important sacrifice is naturally before farming, and the various movements of the tribesmen in the sacrifice must also be preserved.

The future festival will be made into a large-scale event in the cultural circle, and when it gathers into a town and becomes a country, this kind of event will become a grand sports meeting and a tradition.

This time the sacrificial activities are not lacking. Racing, archery, sticks, javelins, tug-of-war, wrestling, and so on, these sports people who originated from hunting and production were very skilled, and this is what they rely on to survive.

Women don't need to prepare for war, but they also have their favorite sports. Kicking shuttlecocks, climbing trees, weaving wicker baskets, it's just that only women watch when they play with these, and men prefer those things that are bloody.

The reward for men was a pig's tooth dagger, and the reward for women was a garland and a croissant comb. The pig's tooth dagger is okay, put the potter's wheel on the flint, and let the few who are not in good health or have disabled legs and feet slowly grind.

The horn comb is much more laborious than the pig's tooth dagger, and the method of the diamond hole is similar, using thread and fine sand to cut, tying the rope to the wood to form a simple bow, using stone tools to carve small teeth on the horn, two people cooperate with one to pour water and fine sand, and the other person pulls back and forth, using the fine sand brought by the rope to rub a tooth.

However, the hardness of the horns is not large, and a few people who are not in good health can grind out three handles in one day, and the distance between the teeth of the comb is slightly larger.

When the old grandmother gave the three simple combs to the women, it still attracted a lot of envy, and the women rubbed them in their hands.

Without saying how to use it, the woman was self-taught, untied her braids and combed it smoothly, giggling.

It's just that the comb, like the amulet, is private, not public. The two tribes have lived together for so long, and the tribesmen have somewhat understood the concepts of private, clan, and common ownership from the clans.

A few women pondered about asking for a sheep's horn next time, and asked Jian Chen to polish it himself, which was really a good thing.

And the three women, with their garlands, kept taking out their combs to show the rest of their people, or letting them comb their hair, and when they were done, they proudly came back and clutched them tightly to prove that they belonged to them.

When this nondescript sacrifice was over, the old grandmother and the stone master knife divided the sacrificial food, and each person shared a little, which was counted as the blessing of the ancestors.

Chen Jian ate a piece of bacon, looked at the lively crowd, and said in his heart that he was going to work again tomorrow, and he simply had fun today.

The best thing to cheer up is wine, which he had prepared as early as when he picked apricots, and was originally going to make vinegar, because a jar of apricot wine was drunk by two or three people, and a jar of vinegar was enough for the tribesmen to eat for three or two days.

He liked the lively feeling, and he was happy to see the people giggling.

It doesn't need to be so serious, every living person stands in front of him, and he has already integrated into this society.

Seeing the changes that have taken place in the people because of themselves, there is both pride and relief in my heart. Don't think about everything in the future for the time being, just think that this kind of day without intrigue and bloody fighting for the time being can last for a while.

Putting aside those suppressed and heavy thoughts for a moment, Jian Chen led someone to carry a clay pot filled with a mixture of apricots and maple sugar, and tore open a layer of thatch wrapped on it, and immediately overflowed with a burst of wine.

Seeing that the clansmen were attracted by this taste, Chen Jian was also aroused, and dipped a little with his hands, the taste of the wine was very light, slimy and turbid, this kind of undistilled liquor can be drunk by the elderly and children.

A total of more than 40 jars were prepared before, half of which was left for vinegar brewing, and the rest were all here.

Fruit wine, wine vinegar, what Chen Jian wants most is the yeast in the jar, the kind of fermentation is the fastest, and the bacteria in it are the best.

After taking it out, it is made into koji pieces with tubers, fern root powder, etc., and the juice of these apricot sake is added to it, and it is slowly fermented in a dry place.

In the future, steamed steamed buns can also be used, and delicious steamed buns have a lot to do with noodles or koji, and the rest of the bacteria that breed will produce different flavors, which need to be improved from generation to generation.

If you start from scratch, it may take dozens or even hundreds of times to make the steamed bread soft and sweet without peculiar smell, which proves that the yeast in the dough has been formed.

Now that the koji made from tubers and fern roots is already fermenting, I wonder if it will be improved by the time the peaches are ripe.

Anyway, now it seems that the yeast activity in these apricot wines is not good, the conversion rate is not high, and there are still bubbles inside, and they are not completely fermented. A few more jars were broken and overgrown with green mold.

The people were all watching him, wondering what he had done.

"It's wine!"

He shouted loudly, the smell of fruit wine filling the air, and the strange aroma of ethyl fruit ester echoed in the air.

After more than ten days of fermentation, the golden apricots are full of bubbles and are very cloudy, and some of the apricot flesh has not completely decomposed.

It's not a perfect wine, but today is a perfect day.

Wine can be brewed again, but such a good day does not happen every day.

The clansmen don't care about the impurities inside, this strange smell gets into their hearts, God knows why the ancestors took such care of Jian, and always brought some good things to the clansmen.

Filter impurities, just use blades of grass. Back then, the Duke of Qi Huan fought for hegemony and defeated Chu, and the reason used was that Chu did not pay tribute to the bud grass of the wine. Nowadays there is no bud grass, and it can be made with grass blades.

After filtering, each person will not be able to share much.

The first three bowls were dedicated to the ancestors, and the remaining bowls were divided into a little bit, mixed with yellow liquid, which had different flavors because of different jars.

The taste was tempting, but the clansmen didn't drink it, and held it stupidly, as if waiting for Chen Jian to say something. On the contrary, it made Chen Jianle happy, staring at the raised pottery bowl, looking at the sweat stains on the faces of those clansmen who had just been happy, and his heart was indescribably comfortable.

So he picked up the bowl and shouted, "Drink for the better of us." ”

"Drink!"

The clansmen raised their heads and swallowed the turbid liquor, and many of them stared at the jars that were already left with only residues, but unfortunately there was nothing empty.

Yu Qian'er pursed her lips and said, "It's sweet, spicy, and a little sour." It doesn't taste good at all. ”

Jian Chen laughed, snatched her bowl, and drank it in one gulp.

A few jars of muddy wine made the joy of the clansmen last for a long time......

The sound of the chatter of the villages by the Grass River could not be heard far, and the rest of the tribes did not know what was happening by the Grass River today, but they knew that the moon was full last night.

At the original meeting at the top of the mountain, Jian Chen promised that the next time the moon was full, he could use the strange pottery ring to exchange for clay pots and bowls, or for what they wanted.

A dozen clay pots and bowls in the tribe, as well as bows and arrows, changed their lives, and inadvertently these things have become indispensable in life.

With bows and arrows, the clansmen ate more and had more time to learn one, two, three, four on the clay tablet. With clay pots, the tribesmen learned to boil tubers, grass seeds, and fern roots.

The days before the ripening of the fruits used to be difficult, now they are much easier. You can't cook without a clay pot, and it's hard to swallow grass seeds when you're used to eating cooked grass seeds.

Finally, when the moon was round, the tribes sent out men to take what they wanted in exchange for the village by the river.

Life was far better now than before, and they couldn't imagine what kind of life the people of the Chen Jian clan were living.

With a bit of anticipation and apprehension, with the eager gaze of the clansmen, with the advice of their mothers and grandmothers, these people carried wicker baskets filled with all kinds of strange stones, and filled with the little beasts that were easy to catch, in exchange for the clay pots and bowls that had changed their lives.

Black, white, green, yellow...... All kinds of stones were very heavy in the wicker basket, and every step was laborious, but they did not dare to throw away a single bit, which was a good thing to change for clay pots and bowls.

Before leaving, they carefully combed their hair by the stream, for the tribe had told them that they would only exchange with those who identified with one ancestor.

Now my hair is messy and sticky with sweat, so I miss the magic soap again.

What used to be a gathering once a year for reproduction has changed because of these things that never appeared.

Because of the change, it is even more unimaginable.

"What is their life like?"

Everyone who carries a wicker basket on the road is thinking about this question in their hearts, but they can't figure it out.

What is a house? Why do they have so many fish? How did you get the clay pot? What are the two tribes that followed them to the river now?