Chapter 3 Primitive Worship
Winter is hard to endure, not only for primitive people, but even more so for the Fire Tribe, which has only twenty primitive people in its infancy.
When the first tender grass broke through the ground, the people of the Fire Tribe dug it up with its roots without hesitation and offered it to their weak second-generation witch to chew.
The second-generation witch received the best care this winter, but he was still weak, and the Fire Tribe, which originally had more than twenty people, was reduced to fifteen people because of this winter.
The big leader is still tall, but his strong muscles have disappeared. Although he is thin, he is still the most powerful person in the tribe, but he is far less powerful than before the cold winter.
The Fifth Xuan looked at his people with pity. Yes, he already regarded these fifteen primitive people as his own people. He is their faith and their protector.
At this time, the power in his body was empty. All the hot red power transformed from the souls of the dead and all the hot red power from the sacrifices were used in the totem fire to drive away the cold for the tribesmen.
Without the tribal fire, these people would not survive the cold winter, and he would completely turn into a stone that no one cared about.
Diwu Xuan once thought that when these people died and the totem fire was extinguished, it would be his own death.
He had been looking forward to death, looking forward to it very much.
But looking at these primitive people who were struggling to survive, he couldn't do it. Thinking about
the little witch's final contribution to the tribe, thinking about the big leader dragging his tired body to hunt for food for the second generation of witches, he couldn't do such a selfish act.
Maybe the Fire Tribe will eventually disappear, maybe everyone's efforts will eventually be in vain, but that must be the final result after everyone's arduous efforts.
Before the last person falls, there must be a successor, and the Fifth Xuan will not become a burden.
This is the change that a whole winter has brought to the Fifth Xuan.
The days are still boring, and the loneliness is still like snow, but he can already bear these.
He cured his cell phone cancer, and he buried his longing for his hometown deep in his heart.
Now, he just wants to live, and live like a person with these primitive people who are struggling to survive.
This is not easy, but what easy things are there in the world?
The 14-year war of resistance was easy? The founding of New China was easy? The 1998 flood was easy? The Wenchuan earthquake was easy? Economic sanctions were easy? Leaving home was easy?
There is no such thing as easy in life, never.
Sometimes, or in his previous life, he attributed everything to himself, thinking that he was too incompetent, that he did not see the world correctly, and that the mistakes came from his own greed.
However, what he saw and felt in this life made him understand that life is not easy and has nothing to do with the individual.
Before the cold winter last year, he was still sighing at how comfortable the primitive people lived, but after a cold winter, all the envy at that time was gone.
"Woo, woo, woo."
The big leader squatted beside the second generation witch and comforted him with words.
The fifth Xuan had roughly understood their language. This sentence was expressed in a way that he could understand, which was roughly: Witch, the hard times are over.
Yes, the cold winter is over, everything is sprouting, and nature has become generous again, and began to give gifts to all directions.
The second generation witch smiled with difficulty. He was too small and too fragile, so the cold winter hurt him the most, even with the best protection.
Diwu Xuan watched the two people talking, and he actually missed the little witch in his heart.
He was so stubborn and full of ideals. He often went against the big leader and even made some decisions that Diwu Xuan thought were stupid, such as setting up an altar on the top of the mountain.
However, facts proved that the little witch was right. If they had not set up the altar on the top of the mountain early, they would not have been able to avoid the severe cold.
If they set up the altar in a good place and encountered a strong tribe, the result would only be death and the destruction of the tribe.
People with foresight always appear to be more stubborn and unreasonable. Fortunately, the Fire Tribe accepted such stubbornness and unreasonableness.
In spring, everything flourishes, and the tribe begins to prosper. With hunger resolved, the women in the tribe begin to want children.
Yes, it was not the men who wanted children first, but the only three women among the fifteen primitive people. The first one
they competed for was naturally the big head leader. After squeezing the big head leader dry, they turned their scorching eyes to the young second-generation witch.
Diwu Xuan was sure that he saw the second-generation witch tremble slightly when he was stared at. Fortunately, the big head leader saved the second-generation witch in time.
So, the women began to look for their targets and attacked the tribesmen who became stronger one by one.
Diwu Xuan could observe everything in the tribe. No matter they were behind the trees or in the weeds as high as a person, they could not escape his gaze.
At first, he was full of interest, but slowly, only hatred remained.
A piece of stone can hardly be called a eunuch, but this is a Tianyan.
Even if primitive people are not good-looking and have unusually luxuriant hair, they are still women.
God is pitiful. What makes Diwu Xuan sad is not that he can't see or touch, but that he has no desire.
As a man, no, as a former man, this makes him very discouraged, very discouraged, and especially discouraged.
"Mr. Zhao Zhongxiang, can you use your words to give birth to my infinite desires?" Diwu Xuan thought sadly.
In his previous life, whenever he heard the sentence "Spring is here, all things are revived, and it's time for animals again", he couldn't help but smile at his friends.
However, at this time, he felt that all he got from these smiles was ridicule.
"Fortunately, I still have the second generation of witches to accompany me."
The night this thought came to mind, the last of his companions also disappeared.
Driven by curiosity or seduced by the female primitive, the second generation of witches shamelessly betrayed the Fifth Xuan and embarked on the road of primitive worship.
"God, have mercy on me. I am a stone, but I don't have a heart of stone."
The endless cries in Diwu Xuan's heart brought the first spring rain of the year.
"The spring rain is as precious as oil, and it flows all over the mountains. It suffocates Diwu Xuan to death, and makes a group of cows laugh to death."
The helpless Diwu Xuan could only adapt a doggerel poem to comfort himself.