There is an ancient tradition in the woman's tribe.

For elderly people who have no children to support them, the tribe will provide for their retirement.

Children whose parents die before they reach adulthood will be raised by the tribe until they are 18 years old.

The one who made this decision and practiced this tradition from generation to generation was the tribal leader.

It sounds like the chief is the most powerful person in the tribe.

But the selection of the clan leader is not through election by villagers or voting by clan elders.

It is a gift from God.

The elders of the tribe are very long-lived, and each chief will decide on the candidates for the next chief when he turns 60.

God's grace gave the year, month and day of the next patriarch's birth, even accurate to the hour.

The person who deduced this time was Muhei from the tribe.

When Ye Wan heard the name Mu Hei from a woman for the first time, he thought it was a person's name.

Ye Wan soon realized that it was not the case.

Muhei is the sorcerer in the tribe and the wisest person in the eyes of his fellow tribesmen.

"The moment I gave birth to Ah Xi, Uncle Muhei appeared, and I knew that Ah Xi was the next clan leader appointed by God. ...So even though I was reluctant, I let him take Ah Xi away. But I didn't expect..."

Her heart trembled, and the needle pierced her finger. The woman sucked in pain and continued, "But that day, another family also gave birth to a child."

Two children, born at the same time.

It is still the time in God’s will.

One is recognized by the tribe as the next patriarch, so what about the other one?

Almost at the same time when Ye Wan asked that question in his heart, He Sichen, who had been silent by the wall, raised his head.

The woman lowered her head and sewed the sole of her shoe. "According to the old custom, the other child will be sent to see the gods."

Send to see the gods.

See the gods.

How did he see her? There was a creepy feeling. Even when he was sitting by the stove, Ye Wan could feel goose bumps rising on his arms.

"I cried, and Ah Sheng made a scene, but we searched the entire ancestral hall and couldn't find Ah Xi."

"The child sent to see the gods must be buried in the ancient tomb behind the ancestral hall, but we didn't find him."

Her hands were shaking so badly that the woman simply threw away the soles of her shoes.

With only a pair of hands tightly holding the sewing basket, "When Mu Hei died, he told me that he sent Ah Xi to a faraway place, and that he would grow up safely and live a long life."

Licheng is so big.

China is bigger.

Where could they find it when they could barely read?

They could only comfort themselves with the thought that Mu Hei had never lied to anyone. Their Ah Xi was still alive, living well in a place they didn't know and had never been to.

There was the sound of a door opening, and the woman quickly wiped her eyes.

Ye Wan raised his eyes and saw a man coming in carrying a piece of meat and a bag of vegetables.

Green leafy vegetables in winter are rare, not only in cities, but even in villages where crops are grown.

But in the man’s bag, the red radishes, green lettuces, and purple onions all looked like fresh vegetables covered with dew.

"His father..."

The woman seemed to be shocked as well. When she took the meat dish, she couldn't help but look at Ye Wan and He Sichen again.

"Let's cook."

The man said something and turned to look at Ye Wan, "Come with me."

Looking at the woman, then at He Sichen, Ye Wan stood up and followed the man into the house.

The man took out a sealed tube from his pocket and handed it to her.

Ye Wan was stunned.

(End of this chapter)