The long street is full of neighbors' discussions, some say that the Xia family is ignorant of the two sisters and brothers, some envy the happy life that Xia Qi is about to start, and some people are worried about their children, because both men and women, as long as they are of the right age, all have to participate in the blood survival trial.

"What is a summer month, as long as you establish a tribe, there will be a lot of beautiful girls chasing you!"

Aunt Xia was angry, but she breathed a sigh of relief, at least the genius son didn't have to be delayed by Xia Lingyue, otherwise the offspring born would also be a garbage bloodline.

"I wrote down this humiliation!"

Xia Qi clenched his fists, and a cruel smile appeared on his face: "When I go to the wasteland, I will cut off Xia Ye's head with my own hands, and then give it to Xia Lingyue!"

"Yes, this is my good son!"

Aunt Xia praised it.

The thatched house is simple, the ground is tamped with loess, and the innermost part is a wooden board with four corners padded with stones, this is the big bed, and there are two quilts on it.

In other people's homes, there is only a pile of dry straw, and the diligent ones are more diligent and tie a straw mat, but when it is cold, it is useless to cover as much as possible, and the heating can only rely on shaking.

On the left is a wooden shelf with a few old clay pots and stone vessels, don't underestimate this thing, in this post-stone age where bronze ware was not yet widespread, pottery was a high-end craft that only a few people mastered.

When you get married, you put two or three beautiful pieces of pottery on the man's house, which is quite a long-faced thing!

"You go boil the water, I'll wash and skin the rabbit!"

Xia Ye put down the back basket, although the burrow is small, but with her sister there, it is very warm.

"How many times have I said it, the beast tide has just ended, and it's dangerous outside, why don't you always listen?"

Xia Lingyue pinched her eyebrows, helpless, but also a little proud, this younger brother has never let himself worry about it.

Closed the door, took the brazier, looked at the charcoal piled in the corner, Xia Lingyue smiled slightly, other people's homes are burned with firewood, not to mention the smoke, not to mention, it is not durable.

Isn't there a yard full of firewood in the winter? But it's still not enough for the whole winter.

His own house was different, Xia Ye piled the firewood together, sealed it with yellow mud, and after a fire, he got these black things, which he said was called charcoal.

Charcoal is very caloric and resistant to burning, especially in winter, light a brazier at night, and then put a clay pot full of water, not only for heating, but also for warm hot water in the morning.

Not to mention the slums, it is the housewives of those families in the main city, because there is too much water, there will be a lot of openings on their hands in winter, and when the wind blows, it hurts like a heart, but Xia Lingyue does not, and her fingers are still as white as onions.

Selling charcoal can become a livelihood, earn money, and eat meat, but Xia Lingyue never mentions it, because she thinks that her younger brother will definitely become a tribal hero in the future and benefit all the people, instead of being a charcoal seller who can only feed and dress himself.

"Sister, I have something to tell you!"

After the rabbit meat was cooked, Xia Ye sat on the straw mat and began to polish the stone into clusters of arrows, which was the weekday work of the summer month, and sold to those weapon shops, which could subsidize the family.

"You're just recovering from a serious illness, and your body hasn't recovered yet, don't work hard, go and rest!"

Summer moon worried.

Damn Xia Wei, my younger brother went through a blood sacrifice, although he survived by luck, but his body was weak, and he was sick and bedridden for most of the year.

"By the way, how are your eyes?

Xia Lingyue said, and reached out to remove Xia Ye's blindfold.

"It's fine!"

Xia Ye dodged, in front of his sister, he always endured the pain, otherwise she would have to worry about it.

"Don't move!"

Xia Lingyue took off her blindfold and suddenly sighed.

Xia Ye's left eye is no longer congested and red, except for a few scattered blood streaks, black and white, it looks bright, but in the outer ring of the pupil, there is a blue halo around, which makes his eyes look more of a strange beauty.

The warm yellow light came out again, like flowing clouds, floating around, but fortunately, the pinprick-like stinging sensation in the past was much less.

"Can you see it?"

Xia Lingyue stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Xia Ye's face: "That light cluster is still there?"

"Hmm!"

Xia Ye blinked: "And!"

"Is it less or smaller?"

Xia Lingyue gently softened her brother's eyebrows and helped him relax.

"Still nine!"

Xia Ye put on the blindfold again, and the light cluster disappeared immediately: "Don't worry, it's not blind anyway!"

"Even if he is blind, my brother is very handsome. ”

Xia Lingyue checked the door and made sure that no one was peeping, so she got under the bed, took a stone knife, dug up the dirt, and took out a large ball of linen.

"What's that?"

Xia Ye took it, and I don't know how long this thing has been buried, and the sackcloth is rotten.

"Open it, it's yours now!"

Xia Lingyue's gaze was a little sad, because this was her father's relic.

Tearing open the sackcloth, revealing a wooden box about one and a half feet square, I don't know how many years it had been buried in the ground, but it showed no signs of decay at all, especially the pattern of a hundred beasts and birds of prey carved on it, which was still lifelike, as if it was about to jump out.

It's definitely the work of a master.

"It's a great carving!"

Xia Ye praised that the charm of each ancient fierce beast and bird of prey came out through the lines, but the most eye-catching thing was the pattern in the center.

Like a word, not a word! Like a beast, not a beast!

"This must be a totem, right?"

Natsuno guessed.

In this post-civilization era, people believe that the totem is the carrier of the soul of the ancestors, worship it, you will get the protection and blessing of the ancestors, over time, the totem has become the belief and symbol of a tribe, representing the history, culture, and future of the tribe!

Seeing his sister nodding, Xia Ye thought about it for a while, and he didn't find a similar totem in his mind, at least there was no around the Xia tribe.

"Don't ask me, I don't know, this is a treasure that my father sees as more important than life!"

Xia Lingyue sighed: "He always said that he wanted to restore the former glory of the tribe!"

Xia Wuyan is a homeless person!

The so-called exiles, that is, after the demise of the tribe, displaced people, Xia Wuyan was wandering, met the Xia patriarch of the previous generation, during which something happened, so that he finally joined the Xia tribe, and by relying on strong force, the Xia clan gained a firm foothold in the cruel tribal war, and he became the first hero of the Xia tribe worthy of the name.

"Is this the totem of my father's tribe?"

Natsuno opened the wooden box.

Inside there are three compartments, padded with thick silk, and on the far left is a bronze dagger.

Xia Lingyue glanced at his younger brother, this is an expensive bronze, ordinary goods can be sold for hundreds of knife coins on the market, not to mention his father's relics, but his younger brother has no ecstasy or shock at all, and he is still so light and light.

is so calm, obviously a person who does great things, which makes Xia Lingyue very satisfied.

Natsuno draws his sword!

Choke.

The blade rubbed against the scabbard, and a clear sound was made, like a birdsong, which was extremely pleasant.

"Good sword!"

Natsuno praised.

Even though the casting years have been long and unsearchable, this sword is still as clean as new, it reflects the light of charcoal fire, that gorgeous and elegant, like the dance steps of a god in full costume!

"It's called the Song of the Four Seasons!"

Xia Lingyue probed his hand and put it on the blade, a cold and refreshing heart, and the irritability and restlessness in his heart instantly disappeared.

"Good name! so beautiful!"

Just at a glance, Xia Ye fell in love with it, the sword body is one foot long, three fingers wide, there is no opening edge, the arc is light and smooth, interpreting the beauty of nature.

What's even more amazing is that the sword body and scabbard are cast with the four seasons pattern of spring planting, summer length, autumn harvest, and winter storage!

Like a song! Like a poem!

The wisps of lines reveal the breath of time, and the outline of the knife has the taste of life, quiet and peaceful, happy and fulfilling.

It's a sacrificial sword!

"No wonder there is no strike!"

Xia Ye sighed with emotion, and looked at his sister with some uncertainty: "Give it to me?"

Xia Lingyue rolled her eyes: "What do you say?

"Hey, hey!"

Xia Ye grabbed his hair, put down the bronze sword, picked up the relic of the first grid on the right, and opened the animal skin, which was wrapped in a stone.

"What is this?"

Xia Ye was puzzled.

The stone is the size of a walnut, translucent, and there seems to be a cluster of flames burning in the middle.

"Spirit of the Ancestors!"

After Xia Lingyue finished speaking, Xia Ye's hand shook and he almost threw the stone out.

"You're going to die, shatter it, and the hope of the tribe to rebuild will be over!"

Xia Lingyue hurriedly snatched the stone back and carefully wrapped it in animal skin.

"When you go to the wasteland and find a suitable land, take it out and sacrifice it, and the spirit of the ancestors will build the ancestral altar and light the fire of the altar!"

"Got it!"

Xia Ye's expression was solemn, the establishment of any tribe started from the ancestral altar, it was the first and most core building, during the tribal war, once the ancestral altar was knocked down and destroyed, and the ancestral fire was extinguished, it meant that the tribe perished.

As long as the ancestral altar stands, no matter what the tribe is broken into, there will be a chance to make a comeback.

The third relic is a slate slab.

"What is this?"

Xia Ye was surprised, the size of a slate palm, gray-white, with a broken mural on it, and what was even more amazing was that the villain on the painting made a fist with his right hand, stretched out his thumb, and slowly moved up and down!

Is this a like? Xia Ye estimates that this villain's popularity must be very good!

"Hero Altar Core!"

Summertime month introduced.