"Yuan, Wei, Ma?" a dark-skinned, thin old man trembled on crutches, squinted at the child's iron card, and popped out of his mouth word by word.

The villagers were speechless for a while, this kind of scene was really embarrassing, a few big babies couldn't help but grin, and they didn't dare to laugh out loud, so they had to hold back their laughter.

The leather monkey snickered and stroked his hair, and said to the old man seriously: "Village chief. . . “

"Oh," the old village chief waved his hand, "I know you envy me for my knowledge, and I have given you all your foundations." Hey, even the only children's literacy book in the village was dug out of the soil by me, otherwise, you would all be like your ancestors, and you can't read yet, ahahahaha. ”

"Well, the village chief, although you gave us half of the reading of the words, but you read half of the half, this. The boy touched his head and said cautiously.

"Hmph, are you questioning me? I read half of the word, but I can't read that half, can't I read half of it!" The old village chief was a little annoyed and angry, he really didn't know that the word "determine" was the same as "horse".

He looked at the people next to him with snickering expressions, and his old face was flushed: "Cheng Chengcheng, I taught you to read, and now they all look down on me!"

The surrounding villagers hurriedly stopped laughing, and a big man came over, glared at the hairy boy angrily, and said, "Zhou boy, how can you talk to the village chief's grandfather, quickly say what do you say, otherwise you will make you look good when I go home!"

The leather monkey glanced at his father with some grievances, and found that his seemingly angry expression had a trace of pride in his son, and immediately put his mind at ease, and resumed his smile and said: "This word is pronounced jī, the first sound, the chicken that lays the hen." ”

His father stretched out his big hand and grabbed his hair: "Even if you kid didn't study in vain, but next time you dare to laugh at your village chief grandfather, Lao Tzu will let you walk around without eating!"

After that, he looked at the village chief with a smile and said with a smile: "Thanks to you, Village Chief Rao, these babies can read!"

Village Chief Rao was a little embarrassed, and said to the big man: "You two are not honest!" As if thinking of something, he sighed a little melancholy: "What if you can read, we don't even know who we are, we live hard every day, and what is it for. “

Dahan looked at the village chief and was a little moved. A middle-aged woman next to her said to the village chief: "Don't worry about these big problems, the village chief is just one person after all, if you can't do it in the future, let the children go out and learn a long time." “

Before he finished speaking, the big man glared, and his tone instantly became extremely stern: "Don't talk nonsense! ”

The woman lowered her head and didn't dare to squeak, but the village chief shook his head, "Zhou Zi, don't be impulsive, don't blame your daughter-in-law, people are also thinking about the village." ”

"But Zu Xun has a saying...... "The big man was anxious, Zu Xun was supreme in their hearts.

"Zu Xun... You only know one thing but you don't know the other," the village chief said, his tone becoming a little low and mysterious: "Actually, the real ancestral teachings are different from what you know. Only the successive generations of village chiefs have not been lost, and word of mouth has been passed down to my generation, and now, maybe everyone should know about it. ”

Everyone was hung up and looked at the village chief with a blank eye. The village chief leaned on crutches and smiled indifferently at the villagers: "Let's go back and talk about it, take the child back to the village!" It's just that the look in his eyes is very different from his tone of voice, and no one notices that the village chief, who has always been calm, has horror in his eyes.

He walked to the village not far away. The village is about 30 meters away from the mother river, and there are more than a dozen families in the whole village, so there are only a dozen thatched huts in the village. The gate of the village is also made of thatch, and there is no word on it, and no one has come and gone since the village was built. The village is nameless, and I don't know which generation of villagers made up their own name, called the Holy Village, which is very in line with the psychology of vanity.

The layout of the village is simple, after entering from the gate, there is a pigsty and cattle pen on the left, and a small forest on the right. There is a side gate on the side of the river in the village, which is convenient for entry and exit, and I don't know what the original intention is, and no one usually uses it. Today's exception, otherwise I don't know when someone will walk out of the side gate, after all, the ancestral precept of the village is not to allow the villagers to use the mother river.

Halfway through, the leather monkey's father suddenly realized something, his face changed, and the big strong father next to him saw it and hurriedly asked:

"Old Zhou, what's wrong?"

"I'm thinking, is it possible, the village chief wants it today. “

Da Zhuang's father seemed to realize something, and glanced at his father with the leather monkey, and couldn't help but gasp. It turned out that they thought they were just picking up a child, but it seems that it is not that simple. Could it be that the tranquility of the village is about to be broken?

After a few small wells, the center of the village is the result of the efforts of generations of residents: it is a bronze bell in a quaint style, with a few cracks scattered on it, and a few sacred breaths. This is the treasure of the tribe, because as far as they know, metal artifacts are rare to get to the outside world. There was a thick layer of ash deposited on the bell, which should have not been rung for a long time, at least for decades. The bell was made by the first generations of inhabitants from copper they had accumulated for nearly a hundred years. The fire used to make copper was an ordinary bonfire, and although they knew how difficult it would be for them to make such a bell, they still underestimated the firewood they needed, and the cracks on the bell were formed in this way.

This bell is not only the pride of the village, but also the result of their hard work, and it can be said that it is the symbol of the holy village. Whenever something big happens, only the village chief can ring the bell.

The old village chief walked to the ancient bell, which symbolized the village, followed by some villagers who had just returned from the banks of the Mother River.

The old village chief bent down, picked up the thick and long wooden stick on the side of the ancient bell, exerted all his strength, and struck hard:

"Buzz~~~" The dull bell rang throughout the village, and the people in the house were stunned for a moment, and then when they realized what was happening, their expressions changed greatly, and they immediately changed their clothes, rushed out of the door, and gathered around the village chief.

After a while, all the people in the village, except for the four or five people who had gone out hunting and had not returned, gathered around the village chief of Rao, with a solemn expression, and no one spoke for a while, as if there was a string in his heart that was tight, only a slight gasp.

"Ahem," Village Chief Rao coughed lightly and said, "Everyone is here." I thought I would never have the fate to ring this bell in my life, but today I have a mind!"

The villagers all laughed, and the atmosphere suddenly relaxed, no longer so dull.

A half-grown baby couldn't hold his breath and took the lead in asking: "Village chief, what happened, you actually rang the ancient bell. ”

Village Chief Rao let out a long breath: "Just now, a child floated from the mother river. ”

Everyone was silent for a moment, and then immediately broke out into a quarrel:

"That's a big deal!"

"Yes, eh, a big event since the establishment of the village!"

Some people are also worried: "This child won't be ominous, will it break the peaceful life of our village for hundreds of years? “

"Quiet !!," Village Chief Rao roared, revealing green tendons on his neck. Everyone died instantly.

The village chief said in a deep voice: "Bring the child over." “

The villagers made way in the middle of the way, and a middle-aged woman walked slowly with a child in her arms.

Village Chief Rao looked at the child and carefully took the child, his eyes were a little complicated.

After a long time, he said to the residents: "Today, it should be time for you to know the ancestral teachings of the village. “

The villagers were all dumbfounded, Zu Xun? Isn't this something that every child has to carry when he is three years old?

Da Zhuang patted his stomach and said with a smile: "Haha, the ancestors of the holy village, the first one, not to be close to the mother river, the second one, not to leave the village, and the third one, to hunt for generations. “

The village chief looked at the curious eyes of the people around him, and shook his head slowly, "You still don't know something, the second ancestral precept is not forbidden to leave the village, and what you have passed down is not complete!

"This... The residents were all stunned, what they knew about the ancestral teachings was wrong? What is the real ancestral teachings?

"The second ancestral precept," Village Chief Rao glanced deeply at the villagers present, and his tone was a little strange: "You must not leave the village until fate comes from the mother river." “

"Fate, fate. Born?!" The residents were shocked by the sudden news, as if they had subverted their worldview, and they couldn't give up.

"That's right," the village chief took a deep breath and looked at the white chubby baby in his arms, "he is a child of destiny." ”

But he was muttering to himself in his heart: "Could it be that our ancestral training was set to protect him? Whose fate is he? The meaning of our village is to wait, he?"

Yuan Weijian in his arms opened his eyes at some point, greedily breathing in the fragrance of the grass in the primeval forest, his eyes were a little confused.

He didn't know that his arrival had brought great changes to this paradise-like ancient village.