"...These are role models! From now on, as long as you do your job well and contribute more to the tribe, you may be freed from slavery like them and become citizens of the tribe!"
At Han Cheng's signal, the fifty freshly minted second-level citizens of the Qingque tribe, who had wooden identity cards around their necks, lined up in two rows and stood in front of the stage, facing the slaves of the tribe, standing very straight.
Especially after the Son of God came down from the stage and walked in front of them and said such an enthusiastic closing speech, they all stood up straighter.
It felt like all the glory was shrouded in them along with the ID cards hanging around their necks.
The many slaves who were watching all this were extremely excited. They secretly clenched their fists, feeling their blood boiling and wishing they could get started right away.
Then he stood here, under the attention of everyone, letting the Son of God personally put on the card representing his citizenship for him, letting the chief beat the drum for him, and letting the witch lead the way for him!
Han Cheng looked at the reactions of the crowd and couldn't help but smile to himself. He was very satisfied with the results of the commendation meeting he had put together today...
The events that shocked, envied and regretted Daya and other slaves in the semi-agricultural tribe did not end there.
After granting the grassroots members of the Qingque tribe the second-level citizenship, the stage was cleaned up.
The Son of God, the witch, and the chief took some citizens of the tribe to the inner courtyard.
Then, the sound of drums like muffled thunder came from the inner courtyard.
The slaves stretched their necks to look into the inner courtyard, wanting to see what the wise Sons of God were doing, but unfortunately their view was blocked by the thick courtyard walls, and they could not see what was going on inside.
This made slaves like Daya feel itchy as if their feet were licked by a lamb.
After joining the tribe for a while, they had gained some understanding of the thunder-like drum sound.
He knew that this kind of instrument would not be easily knocked by Joe. Once it was knocked, it must be something important that happened.
After a while of scratching my head and waiting like this, the sound of drums began to become clearer and louder, and it sounded like it was coming from outside.
Those people, who had been waiting impatiently, immediately turned their eyes over.
A moment later, the situation inside appeared before everyone.
The most respected Son of God was seen walking in front, beating a drum, followed by a witch wearing a feather crown, holding a bone staff, with a serious face, and dancing all the way.
Behind Wu, the leader and a few others were carrying a stone pillar that looked quite old. There were some crude lines carved on the pillar, and the most eye-catching was the green bird pattern in the middle of the lines.
Amid the rumbling sound of drums, the totem pole was carried by the eldest brother and his companions and placed in the middle and back of the platform.
In front of the totem pole, there is a table made of logs, on which are placed fish, chicken, pork and some fruits.
There was a fire burning in front of the case.
Han Cheng, who was beating the drum, had already handed the drumstick back to his eldest brother and stood behind the case, parallel to the totem pole.
The witch wearing a feather crown and holding a bone staff looked extremely energetic at this time. He jumped and danced in front of everyone, looking very energetic.
Hand Warmer Baoyuan stood in the crowd and watched everything in shock. He was once again deeply impressed by the wisdom of the Son of God and his men.
Why couldn’t I remember these things before?
Such a grand scene and large-scale sacrificial activities were much more shocking than the way of praying by touching the back of the head that he had practiced in the tribe before.
Correspondingly, it will be more convincing.
After thinking about this for a while with admiration and shock, Yuan's gaze fell on Wu Yi'er, who was jumping up and down and could be described as full of energy. Soon, another emotion emerged in his deep shock.
He is so energetic now, why does he always say he is sleepy when he gets on the kang at night?
It seems that I can work harder in the future...
The witch who was performing a sacrifice with dancing suddenly felt a pain in his waist for no reason. He thought it was because his movements were too big, so he prepared to reduce the amplitude.
But before he could do that, the pain disappeared again.
It's like it was just an illusion.
Wu shook his head, ignored what had just happened, and continued with his own work.
"God!"
The witch, who had finally danced enough, placed his hand holding the bone staff on his chest, bowed respectfully toward the totem pole behind the flames, and praised the gods in heaven.
The citizens of the Qingque tribe had seen such a scene more than once, and they all imitated the witch's manner of bowing and praising the gods.
The newly joined slaves from the semi-agricultural tribe had not received any special instructions before, but now they were overwhelmed by the grand scene and could not help but imitate the people from the Green Bird tribe, bowing awkwardly and then shouting in a stiff voice: "God!"
Although the sounds were not uniform, there was some solemnity in the chaos.
"Son of God!"
The witch waited until all the sounds stopped, then bowed deeply to Han Cheng who was standing next to the totem pole, and then praised the Son of God.
Even the witch himself did not notice that when he saluted Han Cheng, he bent lower than when he saluted the totem pole, and his voice praising the Son of God was louder.
The citizens of the Green Bird Tribe were even more obvious when they did this.
After they bowed deeply, they shouted respectfully and loudly, "Son of God!"
When calling out "Son of God", most people felt their chests burning with excitement and other emotions surging in their hearts.
The shout of "Son of God" was particularly uniform and loud. The donkeys in the donkey pen were so frightened that they opened their mouths and cried "Chok~ah, chonk~ah..."
The slaves of the semi-agricultural tribe, having had the previous experience and being influenced by this grand and very shocking shout, shouted in a much more uniform and louder manner this time.
Moreover, they did not sound unfamiliar when they shouted "Son of God". This was because after entering the Qingque tribe and becoming slaves of the Qingque tribe, the first word they were formally taught was "Son of God".
Listening to the deafening cheers and feeling the heartfelt respect and love from the crowd, even Han Cheng couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with emotion at this moment.
"Please invite the Green Bird God! Bring us Green Bird wine!"
Han Cheng calmed down his excitement, looked at the crowd that had quieted down, and shouted louder.
After the voice fell, the eldest brother and several others left the scene again and returned to the inner courtyard. Not long after, they came back carrying a statue of a green bird wrapped in red linen.
The second senior brother and his companions who were following behind also placed the wine jars and pottery bowls they were carrying in front of the Green Bird statue, and then returned to their original positions.
Han Cheng personally lifted the red cloth covering the statue, revealing the abstract green bird statue.
Then he broke the mud seal, scooped up the wine from a bamboo wine bucket, and poured it into the open mouth of the Green Bird statue.
The somewhat turbid wine swirled in the Green Bird statue, and then turned into a stream of crystal clear water from the toes and fell into the pottery bowl held by the witch...
Bowls of Qingque wine, representing a member of a tribe, were delivered to the fifty newly minted second-class citizens, who wore wooden ID cards and looked solemn and excited, as well as those from the original Sheep Tribe and Yuan.
"After drinking this bowl of Qingque wine, you will be a member of the tribe from now on. Anyone who betrays the tribe and does something that harms the tribe will be put on a crow hat and beheaded!"
Han Cheng spoke to these people with a solemn expression, his eyes lingering on Yuan's face for a while.
These words were spoken to the new citizens of the tribe, as well as to the old citizens of the tribe.
Let them always remember not to have any bad intentions.
Han Cheng's majestic eyes swept across the faces of those who were about to drink Qingque wine. After seeing that no one dared to look him in the eye, he shouted loudly: "Drink!"
As soon as the word "drink" was uttered, everyone who was already excited holding their wine bowls, put the wine bowls to their mouths and began to swallow in big gulps.
Yuan, the female priestess of the original semi-agricultural tribe, drank the Qingque wine without much hesitation.
"After drinking our wine, you will feel refreshed and stop coughing! After drinking our wine, anyone who dares to walk into the abyss will be killed!"
Looking at everyone holding their wine bowls and drinking Qingque wine together, Han Cheng suddenly remembered the scene of offering sacrifices to the wine god in the movie "Red Sorghum".
If Han Cheng didn't know that this was a solemn occasion and singing would ruin the atmosphere, he would have been unable to resist shouting a few times.
After drinking the Qingque wine, Lao Yang, Cao Gen and others, holding their empty wine bowls, were all excited and smiling.
After drinking this bowl of wine today, they are now completely members of the Qingque tribe!
After a grand commendation ceremony and an 'induction' meeting, the Qingque tribe suddenly became much quieter.
However, the impact of this conference has not dissipated, especially for slaves like Daya who had just joined the Qingque tribe. It was the first time they saw such a shocking scene, and each of them was enveloped by an indescribable but very positive emotion.
In the snow, Da Ya was working tirelessly to carry stones onto the sled as if he was injected with chicken blood. Most of the others did the same.
At this moment, they forgot all the tiredness, unfairness and coldness.
Everyone was working with great enthusiasm, and the amount of stones mined and transported in one day was almost as much as in the previous two days!
Han Cheng couldn't help but smile when he saw this scene. As expected, people still need some spirit.
In the carpenter's room, looking at Yuan Bo who was hammering and making something, he looked a little dazed.
The things that happened not long ago had the greatest impact on her. After all, she was a priestess of a semi-agricultural tribe before, and the work she did was somewhat similar to that of the witches.
Because you are standing at a higher level, your perspective on the problem will be different.
Through this incident, Daya and other ordinary slaves in the semi-agricultural tribe saw hope and a living example that hard work will pay off.
However, Yuan saw in this a highly intelligent way to manage the people in the tribe.
Through this method, the slaves who have newly joined the tribe can work well to the greatest extent possible and not develop rebellious thoughts.
This was much more clever than her previous method of beating the slaves and having people hold weapons and watch them work.
The emergence of Qingque wine and things called identity cards also has many benefits that make people can't help but pat their chests in admiration.
Thinking carefully about what was contained in this incident, Yuan felt it was more and more ingenious and profound.
The wisdom that I used to be proud of is truly nothing in front of the Son of God!
Compared with the current tribe, my original tribe has been far behind in all aspects from beginning to end!
After this trance lasted for a while, Yuan suddenly became happy again, because she suddenly realized that through this incident, she had learned a lot of things...
Under the heavy snow, time passed by minute by minute.
In the blink of an eye, the end of the year is approaching.
Everyone in the Qingque tribe, both adults and children, became happy. In their joy, they were filled with anticipation. More and more people mentioned the word "New Year".
This made the studious Yuan very curious.
Because she had joined the Green Bird tribe for some time, she had never seen anyone from this tribe so excited and looking forward to anything on such a large scale.
What on earth is this "New Year" that makes them so enthusiastic and looking forward to it?
At night, while lying on the warm kang with Wu in his arms, Yuan asked about the doubts in his heart.
Wu, who had just closed his eyes and pretended to be tired, suddenly became energetic and began to tell Yuan about the Nian.
As the witch continued to talk, Yuan gradually became dazed.
Is the year really as good as the witch said?
Even though she knew that Wu would never lie to her, Yuan still found it hard to believe, because what Wu said was so shocking!
Scattered snowflakes fell from the sky, and under the reflection of the flames, they also had a hint of red.
The burning firecrackers would occasionally make a loud bang, bringing up a cloud of brilliant sparks.
The big drum was struck with a loud bang, and the people gathered around the fire were laughing, dancing and spinning in circles. The laughter and the rumbling drumbeats mixed together and spread in all directions.
Yuan, who was full from eating so much, looked around in a daze. Under the light of the fire, wherever he looked, he saw bright smiling faces.
It turned out that everything the witch had told him about Nian was true. The real Nian was even more shocking than what the witch had said.
All of this is so beautiful, like a dream.
No, even in my dreams I have never dreamed of such a soothing scene.
No wonder everyone in the tribe is looking forward to the arrival of the New Year. If they knew about this beautiful moment in advance, they would definitely look forward to it!