"I stand in the cold wind..."
"I'm looking up..."
"Rakshasa Country, to the east..."
The half-grown child opened his mouth to sing, which sounded a bit embarrassing at first, and I felt embarrassed for the other person.
But I got carried away listening to it, and then I looked at the old men and women below kicking and waving their hands...
It seems... interesting...
There were some brave old men and women who first took a look like thieves, and then followed the old men and women behind, kicking their legs and stretching their arms.
At first, I was a little awkward and a little embarrassed, but as I waved, kicked, and danced...
Although I was sweating all over, I felt that my rusty arms and legs had become flexible again.
So, these shy people were no longer shy and approached the black old men and women who were packing up to leave after dancing.
"Sister, what are you guys dancing to? It's tiring, but I feel great afterwards."
"Old sister, we are dancing to beg for blessings. In the past few years, how many bad years have there been? We dance this way to beg for peace for all people in the world and to stop suffering.
Secondly, if we dance this blessing dance, won’t the heavens bless us? We dance happily, and the old gods are also happy to see us.
You are good, I am good, everyone is good, do you think the people of this world can not be good?"
“Oh, this is not an ordinary dance, I thought it was just a random dance.
I never thought that the dance still contained a hidden meaning of begging for blessings. This is good, this is good, it is good for you, me, and everyone. This is the good that everyone wants.
It seems that our Shisha City is not good enough and was harmed by the bad city defense lord because we didn't dance that dance. No, I have to tell people that from now on, our Shisha City will also have to dance these dances."
"It's not a dance, it's a blessing dance, a ritual to beg for blessings. This kind of ritual requires sincerity and seriousness when performing. Otherwise, you won't get any benefits..."
When the man heard this, he thought, "Yes, when it comes to dealing with God, one must be pious and serious."
Similar conversations to this old sister were taking place simultaneously among many old men and women.
Then, that night, the people of Shisha City realized that the reason their city was plagued by bad luck was because they did not respect true blessings.
The whole nation does not beg for blessings.
"What, you don't believe it? If you don't believe it, you know that a group of people from Houshan Village have come to our city to escape famine, right? You all know about famine, right?
It was a matter of fleeing and dying along the way, whether it was a famine, a plague, an animal, a soldier, a bandit, a riot, a cold, or anything else.
It is no exaggeration to say that if half of the people in a village survive after fleeing famine for more than a month, it is a sign of their unity and ability.
But when the people of Houshan Village fled the famine, not only did nine-tenths of the villagers survive, but more importantly, they also pulled in other villages and families to strengthen the team."
"So amazing, this is a very capable person."
"There are capable people, but the most important thing is that these old men and women are constantly doing the blessing dance. Let me ask you, if a group of us old guys were to flee the famine, could we survive a month, or even three months?
The people of Houshan Village have been fleeing famine for three months now. Just think about it, after three months, most of the old men and women are still alive. What a blessing that must be."
Everyone who heard this opened their mouths wide. It was too unbelievable.
"If it were me, I would have died in the first month. Who would have thought that most of the old men and women in the village actually survived."
Some people don't believe it.
I think these people are just bragging.
"If you don't believe me, I've asked around. They're going to do the blessing dance tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. The 69-year-old lady in the dance even invited me to dance with her.
If you don’t believe me, let’s go and pray with them tomorrow.”
"Sixty-nine, I don't believe it."
Sixty-nine and seventy are rare in ancient times. Although it is only one year away, it is also an age that is rare in ancient times. At such an age, shouldn't people be lying at home and being taken care of by their filial children and grandchildren?
They are dancing and fleeing from famine. Ha, they must have become gods.
Just like that, when the old men and women of Houshan Village started their blessing dance again, a group of men and women with various expressions followed behind them.
Some of these people covered their mouths and laughed at them, while others stared at some old men and women who were obviously old but were trying hard to sway to the rhythm.
"Wow, he's really in his sixties or seventies! It's rare to see refugees of this age. As far as I know, many people like him choose to commit suicide when they have to flee famine."
"Yes, if I really had to flee the famine, I would choose to commit suicide. After all, I am already old, and fleeing the famine would only add to the burden on my children.
The most important thing is, if you flee famine and die outside, you will just be a lonely ghost. At your age, it is better for you to return to your roots."
Fallen leaves return to their roots, this is the idea of most elderly people. In their view, people have a home only when they die in a place they are familiar with.
Even if you become a ghost, you will not be bullied by other wild ghosts.
But among this group of old men and women performing the blessing dance, there are indeed a few who are obviously in their sixties or seventies.
Some people did not give up and asked them again when they had free time.
"Well, since the famine began, several people in our village, in their eighties and nineties, have committed suicide.
Originally, I, an old woman, also wanted to not burden my children and just stay at home quietly.
But my children did not agree. My three sons insisted that they take turns carrying me.
What's more, they say that only when I am around can they feel like they have a home.
We can't really hurt the children's feelings. Besides, although I am old, I am in good health.
With that in mind, I decided to just go along. If it really didn't work out, the worst that could happen was I'd just sneak out of the group and end it all...
Who would have thought of what happened to our village later..."
The old lady told some things that could be shared with others. She was so lucky that she found countless wild animals.
Some people were lucky enough to find some edible food while fleeing the famine, or even picked up some practical weapons.
This series of good lucks made a group of old men and women in the city exclaim in amazement, and they kept sighing, "Why don't I encounter such good things when I go out?"
"Worried about starving to death? That's not true. People in our village are very good at finding food. You wouldn't think anything of it if you saw an ant, would you?
We in Houshan Village have a theory: ants mean ant eggs, and eating them will make you feel hungry. The educated people in our village say that eating something with a lot of eggs can help you feel better and also replenish your eggs…”
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