On the first day of the peach month, the tribesmen have the first first day of the new year after the simple calendar.

Whether it's the peculiarities given by the calendar or the fact of worshipping ancestors, today is destined to be an important day for everyone who lives in the village.

The Stone and the people are now part of the village, and this day is just as important to them.

She woke up early, covered with hay and fur on the hot kang, much more comfortable than she had been in the cave. The amount of fur was much smaller than that of the people next door, after all, her own family was very thin, but she was still very satisfied.

The people next door have everything, and the only thing that is less than their own is their surname. Many results were discussed, but everyone disagreed. Some say that Tao is the surname, some say that the bow is the surname, and some people want to take the bear as the surname, and the quarrel has been fruitless for a long time.

At that time, Jian held a handful of grass seeds called millet, claiming that he would soon overshadow things such as pottery, bows, and nets, but the tribesmen still waited and watched until they saw it, and some people habitually agreed, but after all, it was still less convincing.

As for the proposal to have a bear, Jian said that it is an ancestor, and in the future, every yellow-skinned and black-eyed person will be the descendant of the ancestor, and the land under our feet is the land with bears, and the village where we live is a village with bears, and wherever there is a place to worship our ancestors, there are bears, and anyone who combs their hair in a bun like us is the descendant of a bear, and this cannot be used as a surname.

Shi didn't know the concept of country and group clan, only the concept of surname and blood clan, but he still understood the meaning of Jian. He is also a descendant of a black and white bear, but in order to distinguish between bloodline and offspring, he takes Shi as his surname.

If you take the bear as your surname, and only the tribe next door is the descendant of the black and white bear, what reason do you have to sacrifice the black and white bear?

The only person in his own clan who is now more than the people next door is this surname. The rest are a little inferior.

But life is to be compared vertically, not horizontally, she probably understands this simple and simple truth. And the pigs and sheep brought back by the next door every time they hunt will sometimes give them some.

As the leader of the Shi clan, she is more sensitive than others, so she clearly distinguishes the difference between borrowing and giving early. Now their own tribe still owes a lot of fish to the tribe next door, but the other party did not let them pay it back now.

The life of the people is much better than before, they are well fed, and the damp places they live in are no longer damp. My youngest daughter was sick a few days ago, and the clansmen next door brought boiled bird eggs and some bitter grass to boil water. In order to let the little daughter drink it, the girl named Yu Qian'er also gave the little daughter a piece of maple sugar and a bowl of boiled apricots.

At this time, the apricots had already fallen, but Ken put the boiled apricots in a clay pot, closed the lid with pine resin while it was hot, and put it in the cellar that had been dug out.

Now that her daughter's illness has been cured, she is still sleeping soundly on the kang, and last night she was noisy to listen to Brother Jian playing the flute, and she didn't fall asleep until midnight.

She herself actually liked to listen to the sound of the flute, when the moon was full and rising from the edge of the cliff, and the people did not speak, only the long sound of the flute and the beep of the bonfire.

Listening to the sound of the flute, it was as if I had flown into the sky and turned into a white cloud.

Watch the verdant grass river meander down, watch the white waves churning on the river's surface, the breeze blowing through the willows and reeds by the river, and blowing the moon shadow in the lotus pond. The village towers, the children laugh, the smoke curls up, and they live by the river.

Thinking of the scene of building a house a few days ago, it seems that the work of the tribesmen has awakened the mountains and rivers. What was once a hillside is now a village, what was once a creek has been dug and redirected, and once wild and untamable pigs and sheep are quietly lying in their nests and grazing......

The clansmen have their own different understandings, not only are they simply good-sounding, but in the end, someone stood up and asked Jian what this flute is playing?

Shi remembered that Jian stood up and pointed to the village, pointing to the grass river in the distance: "Our village, and the big river. ”

She was a little surprised to find that not only herself, but more people also thought of this just now, and the flute seemed to be able to read through other people's minds.

After a night, the melodious sound of the flute still echoed in my ears. She stretched her waist, pushed open the door with the bark hanging down, and looked at the sky outside, many people had already woken up, and many people must have not slept well last night, looking forward to today's sacrifice.

As usual, she picked up a bar of soap, pulled up two short ropes, and went to the river to freshen up. Fetching water upstream, grooming downstream, this is a good thing agreed upon by the clansmen, and anyone who violates it will be punished for carrying stones.

The bluestone slab platform, the moss on it has been stepped on by too many people, and it is not slippery. A few small fish were chasing the white bubbles, and a few women were carefully taking care of their braids, and they were very good with a few men in their own tribe these days.

Stone found that these small changes were changing the lives of her people little by little, and she was a generation younger than her grandmother, so she thought that she would also adapt to this kind of life, and pass on these experiences to the next generation, rather than feeling that she was getting old.

In the distance, Yu Qian'er ran over with her neat pigtails and told her that her grandmother had invited her to stew fish with her, and to tie the black and white bears that she had drawn with charcoal yesterday to a rope.

By the time she had finished preparing for these things, the sun was already high, and Ken said that when the shadow of the house shrank to the stone slab that recorded the daily harvest, she would all go down the mountain to prepare.

She was holding a large clay pot with a fish pattern carved on it, which contained a large fish, stewed with pepper leaves and dogwood leeks, and it smelled very good. Several little wolf cubs kept following behind, biting her calf, and was scolded by Yu Qian'er who followed behind, and she was reluctant to fight.

At the foot of the mountain, everyone was already there, and the men were standing in a mess as they usually did on the river beach.

The stone carefully placed the clay pot on a wooden platform, already filled with various kinds of food and tools, and there was the long bow, on which hung a strip of ochre-red cloth, which danced in the wind.

Knock knock knock......

A rapid drum beat suddenly sounded, like a leisurely thunder on a dry day, a little heavier and solemner than last night's light flute.

As the drums sounded, the men immediately stood in several columns, particularly shocked by the sound of the drums. Her heart beat heavily to the sound of the drum, and she looked up at the huge black and white bear flag she had sewn and now hung in the treetops, and her heart was filled with reverence.

To the thunderous sound of drums, she turned around and quietly looked at the village in the distance, and she trusted the guidance of her ancestors even more.

The drums beat for a while, and finally stopped, followed by a hurried sound, and everyone present fell to their knees, grateful to the fluttering black and white flags.

Slamming the palms of their hands upwards on the ground, and gently touching their heads against their palms, this is the most defenseless posture, because they know that the true ancestors will not harm themselves, but will only guide them to live better.

After worshipping the ancestors, it is time to worship heaven and earth. Thank God for sending sunshine and rain, and thank the earth for bringing prosperity to the grass and trees.

It's just that when worshipping, the fist is slightly clenched, and the head is not so low. Because heaven and earth not only have sunshine, rain and dew, grass and trees are prosperous, but also lightning, thunder, hail, frost and snow. In addition to thanksgiving, if it is a flood and frost, the clansmen will not close their eyes and wait for death, but will clench their fists and fight against it with labor.

The stone could hear what was being said in the distance, and it sounded very smooth, and repeated it to himself, as smooth as drinking honey, and the final note was always similar to the previous sentence, and it was not awkward.

It is about to say that thanks to the guidance of the ancestors, thanks to the generosity of heaven and earth, now that the clan has settled here, today is another good year, and I hope that next year will be like this.

Soon after, the drums sounded again, and the people stood up. After experiencing the solemnity just now, the whole venue was quiet at this time, and everyone was integrated into this feeling.

"I am grateful to our ancestors for guiding us to learn the bow and arrow. You can capture prey, and you can not be afraid of beasts. ”

Jian's voice came from afar, and several men carried a prey sewn from fiber cloth, which was covered with blades of grass, more than a man tall, and looked like a wolf, or a tiger, or something.

The body is full of flowers, dyed with blades of grass and various colored flowers, casting huge shadows in the sun. A circle was drawn on the forehead of this grass beast, dyed red with deer blood, which was even more terrifying.

The women retreated to both sides, and the men picked up their bows and arrows, stood at a great distance, learned from Jian Chen's words, and saluted the banner of the ancestors.

There was a rope there, and the people of both tribes stood behind it, and the stone felt that it was a long distance, and that his own people were not good at archery.

The men of the two tribes used two kinds of arrows, one black and the other white, and shot at the beast in two directions.

The women knew that the beast was made of blades of grass, but they were still a little uncomfortable oppressed by its huge body, and at this time, they couldn't help but let out a cheer when they saw their brothers and sons draw arrows to shoot them.

The beating of the drums grew faster and faster, and the blood of the clansmen was also heated by the drums, and they shouted loudly, cheering for their elder brother and son or the man they liked.

Feathered arrows were shot in rows, and many people flew away, and even an unlucky bird was shot down by the flying arrows, which caused everyone to laugh.

In the end, when each person had only a few feathered arrows left, the blood circle on the forehead of the grass beast was still not shot, and the shouts of the clansmen became louder and louder, and the drums became more and more rapid, until someone shot an arrow, and everyone shouted loudly.

The stone roared to the atmosphere, and the rest of the people rushed into the field, and several people lifted the wolf's skin high.

The old grandmother called for a stone, and the two of them solemnly took out a long dagger ground from a wild boar's tooth from a pottery box, which was given to them by Jian Chen, and the two of them hung this dagger on the neck of the wolf skin as the head of the patriarch. The dagger is carved with simple blood lines, the tip is sharpened into a trigram, very short, but beautiful.

The clansmen brought the grass beast that had been shot "to death", piled it up in the bluestone circle that had been arranged yesterday, and lit it with fire.

In the distance, another race was begining, and several people were hundreds of paces away, holding wicker shields and stone axes, and with the sound of drums, they rushed together to another grass beast a few hundred paces away.

The clansmen had already gathered around, cheering and shouting for their favorite people......

PS: The new book is recommended, one more chapter, and there may be another chapter in the middle of the night.