Mrs. Su gave an order that no one was allowed to talk about it. Everyone in the entire mansion was busy doing their part as if nothing had happened.

Now the affairs of the house are taken care of by the Song family in the second room, and without the oppression of the Zhao family, the entire mansion is handy.

I heard that Su Xuan and Su Mingyuan both went to intercede with Su Qing, but Mrs. Su was sick with anger. The two of them knew that they were at a loss, and they didn't dare to say much.

Fang Yayan went to knock on the door of the bamboo courtyard again early in the morning, but was still turned away. Su Xiangsi refused to see anyone.

"Liu Wu, you can go in and pass it on. I'm also worried about my sister's wounds. Fang Yayan wanted to push open the door and go in by herself. I don't know what's going on, I can't push the door open, so I can only talk to the catkins through the crack in the door.

Liu Wu's face was full of embarrassment, and she held on to the door with one hand and secretly used internal force to prevent her from coming in.

"I also replied according to the young lady's meaning. Now the young lady is sad and refuses to see anyone. I will tell Miss Fang about her kindness. Now that the sun is big, Miss Fang will go back early. lest you get heatstroke. ”

Something like that happened yesterday, she didn't take advantage of it. Her grandmother's attitude towards her was noticeably different from before. I wanted to come to explore Su Acacia's mouth, and I also ate a closed door.

Now she can neither please Su Xiangsi, nor dare to provoke Su Qing. Even if there are a few maids who are guilty today, the suspicion on their bodies still can't be washed away.

After thinking about it, I still plan to go to Yi'an Hospital. Mrs. Su was angry. It is good to have someone close to you to take care of you.

Mrs. Su also ordered a few maids to be killed with a cane, and the people in the whole house did not dare to breathe. As for how she was able to comfort the Wu family and settle this matter, it was her ability.

It's rare for the Yi'an House to be so quiet, and in the past, you could hear the laughter and conversation inside, but now it's gloomy again.

Fang Yayan took the freshly boiled medicine into the room, and Mrs. Su was really haggard. It hasn't eased up from yesterday's events yet.

"Auntie and grandmother should not be too sad, the house also needs aunt and grandmother to preside over the overall situation, and cherish the body." Pinching the spoon and stirring the medicinal juice, the small spoon was placed on the lips and gently blown to make sure that it was not hot before handing it to Mrs. Su's lips.

Mrs. Su pushed the spoon away slightly, and she couldn't drink the bitterness: "Have you been to see your brother?" How's it going? ”

Fang Yayan withdrew her hand and lowered her eyes: "It's better than yesterday, the doctor said that he would be sober tomorrow at the latest." ”

"If only I could wake up—"

If you delay people's participation in the autumn festival, this reason will never be clear.

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Jing Jiu rested in the inn for three days, and at the same time figured out the form of the surroundings. This city is close to the mountain, because it is a junction, and it is also lively when people come and go during the day.

Not only are there many people in the city, but there are more small tribes in the mountains and forests.

Because of the geographical environment, the people here have mastered the life skills passed down from their ancestors. Relying on the gift from the mountains, he has fed thousands of grandchildren.

Therefore, the people here have a sense of reverence for the deep mountains, and worship is held every month to pay homage to the mountain gods.

Worshipping the mountain god is a major event, and every household has to prepare things for the sacrifice in advance, which can be said to be busy in the whole city. On the day of the festival, everything that has been prepared is placed on an altar in the center of the city, and the ceremony is performed by the chief of the largest tribe of Buthanga. Pray that the mountain gods will bless the people in this month.

Jing Jiu's trip came by coincidence, and before the dawn, there were people busy, and there were many passers-by from all over the place. It's also lively early in the morning.

Jing Jiu was woken up by the noise outside the window before he woke up, got up with hazy eyes, grabbed the clothes beside the bed and draped them over his body to cover his sturdy body.

Looking out the window into the street, the locals had already changed into their tribal costumes and headed to the altar in the center of the city.

The interesting point in the north of the town is that it is not only divided by the city, but also by the tribe.

Powerful tribes with strong beliefs will be supported by many people, and their status will be as fast as that of royalty. Sometimes the court had to rely on the power of the tribe, and even accepted the tribal woman as a concubine.

Jing Jiu changed into their unique clothes and walked down the street, and he had an extra heart to change his face slightly. People on the street carried baskets in the direction of passing, and some family members even went back and forth several times to get the things used for worship.

Sit down in the small teahouse next to the altar and watch the people put down the offerings, kneel on the cushions, and bow three times before leaving. Before noon, there was no room left on the altar.

The shopkeeper carefully served a cup of tea: "The guest officer uses it slowly, and if you have something, just give me orders." ”

Jing Jiu picked up the teacup, and there was no tea in it, but a small note.

"The triangle totem shop all have tribal eyeliner."

Jing Jiu's face was slightly angry: "This water is too hot, and the smell of tea is gone." Change the glass. ”

"Yes, yes, it's careless. This gives you a new one. ”

The shopkeeper removed the one in front of him and replaced it with a steaming cup of tea.

The location of Jingjiu is excellent, and you can see the surrounding shops clearly. If you count the past, there are four shops with triangular totems.

The position of each hanging is different, and the totem is also very obscure. If it weren't for Jing Jiu's good eyesight, it would have been really hard to find.

Eyeliner? Is it a daily stalk? Or is it just today's stalking? Which tribe are these eyeliners from? Isn't this an ordinary ritual?

Jing Jiu sat in the teahouse all morning, and had breakfast and lunch by the way, and by noon it was obvious that more people had flocked to the perimeter of the altar.

Seeing this scene for the first time, Jing Jiu underestimated the people's reverence for the mountain god. Layers of people crowded around the altar, and I am afraid that the people of the whole city have come out.

Only by changing to the private room on the third floor can you see the whole altar, and the sacrifices have been stacked on top of each other.

I heard the rhythmic sound of muffled drums and long whistles in the distance, and I didn't feel a problem just after hearing the first few sounds. After listening to it for a long time, I felt a little depressed. The head also began to become shallow and foggy.

Jing Jiu pursed his thin lips and mobilized the mainland to isolate these drums, and instantly felt light, and his head was instantly sober.

The people who had come to worship had already fallen to their knees in prayer.

As the drums grew louder, they got closer to the altar.

Half an hour later, a crowd of people dressed in tribal costumes came into Jing Jiu's line of sight. There are also various dishes painted on the face. Slowly, eight big men appeared carrying an old man.

The words that came out of the people's mouths were bitter and incomprehensible, and Jing Jiu could feel that their attitudes were more respectful than before.

The old man's face was full of wrinkles, but his eyes were exceptionally bright. It's a kind look. Holding the bell, I don't know what he was chanting, and shouted into the sky.

The people also shouted. The scene was shocking.

Then he shook the bell in one hand and sang and danced around the altar, speeding up and changing his movements to the beat of the drums. The same group of people were all singing the same tune. It's weird and mysterious, and it's really noisy to hear.

It's just that Jing Jiu doesn't understand the language, and he can't tell what he's talking about even if he tries to discern.

It's just that this old man's internal strength is strong, and Jing Jiu had to raise a few more internal forces to resist it. The strange tone of the ballad alone almost lowered his internal strength.

After two or three turns, the elders and the tribesmen stopped chanting. The pressure in Jing Jiu's heart gradually dissipated.

The people went from kneeling to kneeling. The elder was holding a bunch of willow branches in his hand, and the two big men beside him were carrying the bucket together. There is earthy yellow water in it.

The old man's jerky words never stopped, and he shook the bell in one hand, dipped the willow branches into the yellow water, and then sprinkled them on the people.

The people who were touched by the water left consciously.

The people who received the yellow water were overjoyed, as if they had received a gift. It took half an hour to finish.

Finally, the elder raised his glass and congratulated the people. The elders left the altar, leaving the people alone to celebrate.

As for the things on the altar? How to deal with it?

Jing Jiu had doubts in his heart and left the teahouse in no hurry.