Time flies, another month has passed, and the cold winter seems to have come to an end, and the sound of melting snow can be heard everywhere on the prairie.

Correspondingly, the herdsmen of the Huns were completely active, driving cattle and sheep, running all over the mountains, and the joy of finally surviving the long cold winter was filled in the chest.

However, this miracle of returning to the earth in spring naturally belongs to the gift of the gods, so whether it is a Xiongnu nobleman or a commoner, the first thing that comes to mind is sacrifice.

Although this kind of sacrifice is full of dark, exaggerated and terrifying style in the ceremony, which is completely different from the solemn and solemn sacrifice of the Han people, the nature is almost the same, and it is very pious.

The Xiongnu nobles and Xiongnu herdsmen from all directions came from hundreds of miles away, or even thousands of miles away, and gathered in Longcheng.

Of course, Dragon City is not a city, and when hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands of Huns gathered, it was still not a city, but a huge open-air barbecue restaurant.

At least that's what Mu Shaoan thinks.

"Yawn!"

After yawning five or six in one breath, he came out of a sleepy-eyed small herd bag next to a huge, imposing, imposing felt bag.

It feels good to have a good night's sleep, bouncing on the spot twice, and the whole person looks very good.

Mu Shao'an's current identity is a small sacrifice of the left priest under the high priest of the Xiongnu royal court, and he has a very awkward official name, but in fact it means the servant of the divine servant.

And don't look at this official Xiaoxiao, in the past month or so, Mu Shaoan racked his brains, tried his best, used the power of the director, and with the help of the power of the contract letter of 30 million people, he successfully got this identity.

In other words, without the identity of this little sacrifice, there is no way to participate in this movie copy.

"Trumpet map, go to Erlun's house to pray for blessings and disasters, and remember to collect thirty lambs. ”

Mu Shaoan's good mood came to an abrupt end after he stretched his waist.

Although in the eyes of the Xiongnu nobles and Xiongnu commoners, the shamans and priests are extremely mysterious, but this aura becomes ugly in front of their own people, for example, Mu Shao'an knows that last night, this left priest slept at least three Hun girls with slender waists and big buttocks, and they also got up 13 times at night, and the night pots were all made of gold.

In addition, the sacrifices to drive away evil spirits, pray for blessings and sacrifice to the heavens, etc., are also divided into grades.

If the king of the Huns came, or the Huns had a large-scale war, then at this time, the shaman high priest would need to personally lead all the small and medium-sized sacrifices to dance the square dance together.

If it is a Xiongnu noble, or a Xiongnu royal family, it is also possible to invite a shaman high priest to come forward to pray in person.

Then most of the Xiongnu nobles could only invite the left and right sacrifices.

As for more Hun civilians, I'm sorry, at this time, it is the turn of a servant like Mu Shao'an.

As for why the Hun civilians didn't wait for the overall sacrifice of the Huns, they had to eat a small stove, which is actually very simple.

The Huns are also people, not monsters, they also have their own private property, have their own little abacus, don't use any Huns hospitable to prove that they are very naïve, take out their wives and daughters to distant guests, purely because the land is vast and sparsely populated, to prevent close relatives from marrying.

And in the face of business travel enthusiasm is also normal, believe it or not, if you are thrown into the deserted Gobi for a month, then you will feel as cute as a family member when you see a small shop.

What is pure and simple, only literary and artistic young people will believe.

Otherwise, the Huns, Turks, Khitans, Jurchens, Tanguts, and Mongols would have been good babies for a long time, so why harass and plunder the Han land every year?

Therefore, these hundreds of thousands of herdsmen came here to pray for the blessing of the gods, in order to show their sincerity, to invite one or several little shamans to pray for their own blessings and sacrifices, who would refuse such a good thing?

Do you really think where did the golden urinal in the left sacrificial bag come from?

Mu Shao'an happily agreed, thirty lambs? It seems that this is a poor egg, you must know that there are more than 20 little shamans under the left sacrifice, and in terms of business level, Mu Shao'an is the worst one.

Turning around and returning to his puppy kennel, Mu Shaoan skillfully took out his own set of outfits.

Well, in other words, this shaman line is also very particular, because of the relationship between shaman culture, this line is all towards how terrifying it is, and how terrifying it is.

The specific reason, Mu Shaoan does not know.

And these lines are not issued by the high priest above, but need to be prepared by the little shamans, and even if you come up with any tricks, it doesn't matter, it is estimated that the high priest does not know what it means to be uniform.

Another point is that the high priest and the left and right priests are the greatest gods in the world, and the little shamans can actually master some small spirits, and they do not conflict with each other.

Because a little shaman like Mu Shaoan is not qualified to invite the gods of heaven when he goes out to do business, and even the wolf god is not allowed, so they can only catch a few weasels, or a big fox, or even an old willow tree, an old turtle or something, which can be done, and later it can even develop to a broom, a saucer, a pair of chopsticks, and so on.

In short, this is the little shaman's own business specialty.

The reason why Mu Shao'an was very unpopular among the more than twenty little shamans was that the god spirit he invited was a ground mouse.

To be honest, this is the harm of not having enough culture, at first Mu Shaoan didn't take it seriously at all, when the left priest asked him to catch an animal, he went out and caught a ground mouse, also called a big-eyed thief, arching a pile on the grassland, it is said that the meat is roasted and eaten, but Mu Shaoan has not tasted it.

Anyway, because of this, it's very discriminated against.

At this moment, Mu Shaoan put on a coat composed of many strips of cloth, much like a gilly suit, wearing a ghost mask on his head, carrying a large leather bag, and carrying a small cage in his hand, inside which was a small gopher.

Work started.

Of the thirty lambs of the house of Elon, there is one of them.

Everything was in a mess, there were people and livestock everywhere, the air was filled with the sour and spicy smell of salted sheep, the ground was full of melting snow and mud, and there was human dung everywhere, cow and sheep dung, huddled together, like a mille-feuille cake—

Mu Shaoan thought maliciously.

Erlun was a Xiongnu herdsman and a Xiongnu warrior, with 800 sheep, 300 cattle, 100 horses, five wives, more than a dozen sons and daughters, hundreds of slaves, six mothers, one father, three uncles, and more than a dozen brothers.

In short, in modern terms, this is a pure Xiongnu middle class.

Their home is a few miles away, although Mu Shao'an is a little shaman who is not in the stream, but his arrival was still warmly welcomed by the Erlun family, after all, at this time there are many people and little porridge, and it is already very good to invite a little shaman to pray for his own blessing and exorcism.

Mu Shaoan didn't say anything politely, and ordered the people of the Erlun family to light a bonfire, and then he opened his leather pocket and took out a handful of dried cow dung and dried mushrooms from it.

Mu Shao'an had words in his mouth, and directly threw a handful of dried cow dung and a pinch of dried mushrooms into the fire, and then was stunned for three seconds, took out the little gopher in the cage, grabbed the tail of the poor insect with one hand, and held the copper bell in the other, and his body began to cramp and dance in the square, and he was foaming at the mouth while shouting-

"Plant a fruit in the spring, harvest a beautiful woman in the fall, lalala, lala, I am a happy little grasshopper, poke and jump, lalala, lala, I have a little donkey......"

What's that, no one else can understand it anyway, but it's hard to toss.