When a steady stream of iron is brought out, people feel secure, but they don't feel sure.

Only when food and steel explode together, people will feel infinitely confident and firmly believe that man will conquer the sky.

That's why Yan Zheng pays special attention to farming, and he attaches great importance to farming far more than anything else.

Because he understands that only when there is more food can he pursue higher goals.

When food reserves are insufficient, they are so ambitious, and the result is that the human tragedy will be staged again.

At this time, the rice was ripe, the weather was also very good, and Yan Zheng, who had always had high hopes for rice.

Even after painstakingly refining iron for nearly a month, he still chose to handle the rice harvest by himself.

And after having a more stable iron production, he also hopes to use this opportunity to harvest rice to improve and shape the soft power and common consciousness of the tribe again.

In the past, the common consciousness of the tribes was that there was only the concept of hunting for food production, which was a very bad phenomenon.

Therefore, Yan Zheng decided to hold a harvest sacrifice to change the tribe's one-dimensional belief in ancestral spirits and realize the pluralism and secularization of the tribe's beliefs.

He had the chief gather all the tribesmen, including naturalized wandering wildlings and captives.

Then he erected a high platform in front of the field and offered sacrifices to the ancestral spirits and heaven and earth.

By the way, the new deity of Shennong was proposed, indicating that the ancestral spirit was in charge of hunting grounds and hunting, while Shennong was in charge of farming.

In front of his clansmen, he told the story of Shennong tasting herbs and planting grains.

It means that every year in the future, when farming, we will worship Shennong, heaven and earth, and the god of wind and rain, in order to pray for smooth wind and rain and a good harvest!

The clansmen have always listened carefully to his nonsense, and in terms of farming, the ancestral spirit really did not leave too many warnings for them.

In the ballad of the ancestral spirit, the constant emphasis is on bravery, the hunting ground under your feet is so beautiful, true warriors need to hunt and defend their hunting grounds, and they need to cut off the heads of invaders.

And this Shennong is about how to farm, how to grow more food, and how to have more kinds of crops.

And farming doesn't care about bravery, as long as you farm well, the wind and rain are good, you can get a good harvest.

If it had been placed in the past, the clansmen would definitely not believe Shennong, but looking at the yellow and clear rice in the field, the clansmen seemed to have to believe it.

Those women who take care of the rice naturally know how much they have paid these days, but those clansmen who have not farmed the land feel that all this is due to the god Shennong, who has been in good weather.

Even the leader and Wu listened with a serious face, and they felt that the only regret was that Shennong did not leave a song to sing.

Yan Zheng was not in a hurry, after he finished telling the deeds of Shennong, he lit a handful of grass in front of the clansmen and threw it into the big clay jar in front of him.

He heard that when the ancestors of China sacrificed, they would burn a handful of yarrow, but he didn't find this kind of grass, so he could only get a handful of thatch.

Anyway, it doesn't matter what you burn, what matters is the sense of ceremony.

Obviously, the ritual of the sacrifice he presided over was more advanced than that of Wu's, and the compulsion was also higher.

Therefore, the tribesmen quickly remembered that when sacrificing to Shennong, a handful of grass should be burned, and this handful of grass should be thrown into a large clay jar.

If it weren't for the lack of bronze, Yan Zheng would not have used a large pottery jar.

And with the white smoke rising from the burning, he waved his hand, and a penetrating blow sounded.

It's drum beating! Yan Zheng came to this world and made the first musical instrument. After being able to handle the skins, the tribe had the ability to make drums, and now it finally came in handy.

The sound of the drums was very exciting, instantly raising the atmosphere of this sacrifice to a higher level, compared to the sound of the tribe's musical instruments, the drum sound was very exciting.

And the drum sound travels farther, vibrating the eardrum and vibrating the human heart at the same time.

The clansmen couldn't help but dance on the spot, and many people couldn't help but cheer, instantly raising the style of this sacrifice by several levels, and also deepening the clansmen's impression of Shennong.

Yan Zheng stretched out his arms to the noisy drums and took the tribe's first iron scythe.

Then he himself went out into the field, raised his sickle alof, and let out a long shout of joy as a clan huntsman, and then cut down the first plant.

After placing the first rice plant on the altar, he announced the beginning of this year's harvest!

As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen clansmen rushed into a square field and cut down the rice at a very fast speed.

As they were cutting, someone picked up the rice at the back, quickly took it to the side for threshing, and then loaded it into a large clay jar on the side.

After the rice in this square field was harvested, the tribesmen of the brigade poured into the field of about sixty acres.

The tribal triumvirate walked to the big clay jar in unison.

Yan Zheng grabbed a handful of rice and looked at it, and found that there were both full and thick shells, and it seemed that the seed potential had not been fully developed.

After a deep sniff, it is full of the fragrance of new rice.

From the perspective of output, there is about 180 catties of output per acre.

This yield is not too high, nor is it too low.

The leader's face could not hide his joy, and he deliberately picked up a few grains of rice and threw them into his mouth, chewing them carefully.

"I now fully believe that farming can feed everyone!" The leader looked at Yan Zheng happily and said.

Yan Zheng also nodded, and said with emotion: "Half of the women in the tribe, hard work, can have today's harvest!" Farming is promising! ”

The leader looked at the rice paddies being harvested and said, "We must cultivate more farmland and plant all the vacant land with rice!" Then the people will never go hungry again. ”

Wu Ye smiled and said: "Farming can feed more people for us, so as a god who protects farming, he should be sacrificed more devout by our people." I think that other sacrifices in the future should also be sacrificed to Shennong, not just when farming! ”

The leader said: "It should be so, let the clansmen sincerely worship Shennong, so that they can always get Shennong's protection!" We have also planted rice before, but none of these have grown well, it must be because we have not sacrificed to Shennong before! ”

Yan Zheng was stunned, thinking to himself how could these two be more active than himself?

After thinking about it again, I felt that these two people didn't know that they were digging the corner of the ancestral spirit!

Shennong is in charge of farming, and Zuling is in charge of hunting, and whether hunting can exist in the future is a question.

In other words, the myths and legends of the Chinese tradition will eventually replace their single ancestral spirit belief.

Yan Zheng smiled and said, "Shennong, the god, has left a lot of deeds!" Since we want to sacrifice Shennong, we should let the people know more about Shennong! ”

Wu hurriedly asked, "Is there a ballad?" ”

"There should be!" Yan Zheng said vaguely.

Wu was satisfied: "If there is a ballad, as long as the clansmen continue to sing it, they can let all of them know about Shennong's deeds!" ”

Yan Zheng looked at Wu's burning eyes, and although he had no confidence in his heart, he still responded hard.

I have to make up a song! The ancestral spirit has a ballad, and Shennong must also have a ballad!

Soon, with the cooperation of more than 200 tribesmen, the rice was harvested.

The next thing is to harvest the beans, which are no better than rice.

This thing is cheap, as long as the water is hot and abundant, it can grow well there.

When Yan Zheng finally went to calculate the harvest this time, he found that the tribe's existing warehouse could no longer be filled!

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