Waste Strong Foundation

Chapter 97 Witnessing the Birth of Civilization

It rained again in the evening.

The thunder faded away, and the dark clouds rolled in with the strong wind, and there were muddy ruins as far as the eye could see.

In the center of the altar, the sacrificial flag used for calling back souls was tattered as if it had been crushed by a knife, and the brightest flag absorbed the rain and sank in the mud pit.

Everyone was depressed, and mechanically bent over to pick up available materials. Once they were free, they felt cold hands and feet, so sad.

Dayu and the elders discussed whether to go to the king's city for help, or to send people to other surrounding tribes to investigate the situation first.

It is impossible for the flood to harm only one city of Xia clan.

The royal city has a high terrain, there is a lake for flood discharge nearby, and it gathers the most powerful warriors in the world, so it is the safest place.

But having said that, since they have such a powerful auspicious god as Fenghuang by their side, why should they look far away...

The fear is that the gods will not show mercy.

Dayu crossed his fingers and bowed his head in deep thought.

Suddenly, the two middle-aged soldiers in charge of the lookout jumped down from a high place and shouted, "My lord, it's Xiang Liu!"

Players are helping to dig up livestock buried in mud and trees, and they all looked up at the completely collapsed city gate to the south.

The dark sky is flickering with dots of orange red.

Taotie and Pixiu let go of their suspicions, jumping up and down in the muddy ground.

Then sixteen nobles holding torches and wearing red sackcloth appeared.

The leading middle-aged man is tall and tall, wearing a bronze mask with a human face and a snake body pattern, and a sharp short blade pinned to his waist, which is particularly conspicuous.

Miraculously, a group of people chanted mysterious congratulations while walking, and the sewage accumulated under the city naturally gathered into a stream and flowed into the distance.

So much so that the player who reached out to dig the mud in the pottery tripod felt that his fingers were very dry and looked down.

Hey, the mud is all dry!

If this supernatural power is not caught, go to the factory to make dehydrated fruits and vegetables 24 hours a day - what a waste of talents!

In addition to manipulating water flow, the nobleman known as Xiangliu also has the supernatural power of sound transmission. He stood still outside the city gate and asked proudly:

"Where is Gaomi?"

Dayu broke free from the comforting hand of the old priest, pressed the hilt of a bronze sword with his hand, and replied in a voice like a bell:

"You Xia is here."

The nobles only called their surnames but not their names.

Of course, what the venerable calls the humble is another matter.

These aristocrats who came out to watch the fun came from the Gonggong clan, because they were all in charge of water control, and they had never been at odds with the Youxia clan.

Xiang Liu raised his eyebrows to himself, turned to his fellow clansmen and said, "The flood washed over their kennels, and his boy became hardened."

The clansman's status was also noble, and he gathered the emerald green jade rings on his arms to his wrists, "Just like his father, just be stubborn."

Xiangliu: "Gao Mi, we returned to Wangcheng from the right side of the river to return to our command. We heard that you were unable to find Yinglong in the south, so we came to have a look. The result—hmph."

He had no intention of delaying, and looked at the city destroyed by the flood with disgust, "You don't need to go to the royal city, I will report this myself."

A young nobleman of the Xia Clan got emotional and shouted, "You!"

Xiang Liu didn't even bother to take off his mask. He chatted with the left and right in a low voice, and coldly cupped his hands, "Take care of everything. Farewell."

The aristocrats of the Gonggong family seemed to be just here to make a mockery. They told Dayu that he should burn the corpse as soon as possible and not eat things soaked in the flood. The trickle of footsteps disappeared into the night.

There are flowing water for boats, and sixteen men come and go without a sound, and they disappear in the blink of an eye.

A little bit of orange red scattered into the mountains and dark clouds again.

The player pulls his hand out of the pot and takes a closer look.

Hey, another puddle of muddy rain!

I have to say that this supernatural power is a bit of waste, and it is a proper superficial project. It is no wonder that the two generations of Yao and Shun were trapped by the flood.

Players generally don't understand Xiangliu's "villain" position in the historical story of Dayu's flood control.

Therefore, being ridiculed now, they didn't feel much, and happily shared which dried fruits and vegetables from a certain treasure were the best.

People with the Xia family felt that they had been slapped hard, and their faces were filled with embarrassment. Thinking of their dead family members and friends made them even more sad.

Mrs. Tu Shan saw that everyone looked angry, even her husband Dayu frowned, and he was quite angry, and softly taught his son Qi who was leaning on his knee:

"Why are you angry? Gonggong has always been like this. What's more, your elder father (grandfather) took his place next to the king back then."

Qi attached to his mother's embrace, nodded heavily upon hearing the words, tilted his head and clapped his hands with a smile, and said, "Good father! Good! Good water control!"

Dayu chuckled, and pushed the two-inch bronze sword back into the wooden scabbard.

After being interrupted by the ignorant child, everyone lost the mood to set fire to the foreigners, and got together again to discuss the future of the tribe.

The old people know that things that have been exposed to floods will bring plague, so they cannot be used.

The wounded clansmen are in desperate need of healing and rest.

It seems that the flood was just led to other places by Gong Gong's magic power. Even with the best plan, there will be heavy rain within three days.

Dayu: "What does the priest mean? How?"

"I've had enough, I'll give it to the children." The old priest handed the pottery bowl to the slave, "Let's go. Before I go, I'll set up an altar to worship the gods."

The slave carried the warm pottery bowl to the temporary tent, and at the same time looked at the players around him enviously.

The flood may have been a relief for him.

Unless... he, or his child's child, can live so frankly one day.

It was the next morning when Fei Mingqiu woke up.

It was drizzling, intermittently.

Shang Yuan told him that Xiang Liu, a great nobleman of Gonggong, and others passed by here on the way back to Wangcheng, and deliberately sneered a few words.

Fei Mingqiu: "..."

Can you complain?

He felt that not only the creation gods such as Emperor Jun, Guimu, Xihe, but also some big clans whose names were recorded in the annals of history were also very unreliable.

Shang Yuan: "Also, the altar requested by the priest is about to be built, do you want to go and see it?"

Fei Mingqiu: "Altar?"

Whether active or passive, Fei Mingqiu has always admitted (nonsense) that he is a priest from the eastern sea who leads the players to build infrastructure.

In fact, he knew nothing about sacrifices.

Fortunately, he is used to pretending to be stupid and sweet, and can make up stories to deceive people (especially players) without any psychological burden.

A new altar was built next to the one that had been destroyed by the flood.

The outer circle and the inner square are paved with loess and sprinkled with cinnabar, echoing the world view of the round sky and the earth;

It is divided into ten leaves from the center to the outside, and the five grains and five animals are paid respectively, which symbolizes the summer calendar that divides the year into 10 months and each month has 36 days.

Migrating and asking the gods is a big event, and idlers are not allowed to participate.

So the merchants of the Lianshan family retreated out of the city consciously with their people and cars. They had some skills, and no one was injured after the flood.

The players are very unconscious - as if they regard this sacrifice as part of the main plot of "Waste".

Fortunately, the old priest just watched them coldly for a moment, a little surprise flashed in his eyes, maybe he was thinking about the alliance, but he didn't object.

The six elders raised their hands, stomped their feet and swayed their bodies, repeatedly singing the sacrificial songs handed down by their ancestors.

The sacrificial music moved the world, and the sticky light rain gradually stopped.

The overcast clouds are distributed like fish scales, and the light pink morning glow is faintly leaked from the gaps.

All those who can stand, even those who hang their last breath, gather around the small altar and look forward to it.

The old priest knelt in the center of the altar, dipped in cinnabar to draw a dragon and snake totem, held a jade ax in his hand, and bowed respectfully in the direction of the Big Dipper.

The spoon handle of the Big Dipper points to the due east and north, which indicates the first year of the year, which is the first month (the first day of October) in Xia people's opinion.

Is it good or bad to leave?

Lead the male and female clansmen to worship the ancestors of the gods and pray for the mercy of gods and ghosts.

The old priest kowtowed to the ground nine times, chanted the congratulatory words to pray for good luck, and then took the glossy yellow top-quality tortoise shell from Dayu.

A small hole in the shape of a divination has been dug on the back of the tortoise shell—this is the origin of the word "divination" in "divination".

The priest used a branch to make fire and controlled the force to burn the small pit of the turtle's plastron.

The tortoise shell is deformed by heat, and gradually cracks along the direction of the small pit, forming a "mega"-shaped pattern.

Everyone held their breath, and even five or six-year-old children nervously covered their mouths and hungry stomachs and waited for the result.

People in the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties were very convinced by the results of tortoise shell divination.

The old priest picked up the tortoise shell and looked at it, muttering words, then led Dayu and other nobles to bow down, and finally said "good luck".

Visible to the naked eye, everyone smiled because of this short sentence.

As for the reason, process, result and the name of the chaste man (divinator) carved on the front of the tortoise shell...it is the old priest's job alone.

Fei Mingqiu was invited to stand under the altar to watch the sacrifice of the Xia people, and when he heard the faint sound of breathing, he couldn't help moving his eyes and chuckling.

He has long discovered that the earth may be the origin of interstellar civilization, and the Xia people are the most distant ancestors that can be traced back.

But until now, he didn't realize why he was so active in bringing players to Wangcheng after learning that the ghost mother had teleportation powers.

It is very romantic to be able to witness how the ancient ancestors overcame floods and natural disasters across time and space, and to witness the occurrence of Chinese civilization.

The sacrifice is not over yet.

The female officials with amazing arms and plump figures joined forces to bring the only remaining sacrificial wine.

The old priest took out a pinch and sprinkled it on the loess of the altar, calling the nobles to come closer, and then wiped the wine on their foreheads and lips.

Fei Mingqiu stood under the stage, listening to the spontaneous sighs of the people, his eyes felt slightly warm, and suddenly he was called by the name of the old priest.

He was taken aback, glanced at Shang Yuan, "What?"

The old priest personally brought wine to him and insisted that he drink it, then suddenly remembered something, and brought another glass of wine to Shang Yuan, the same thing.

Just, it was quite sudden.

Due to the atmosphere, Fei Mingqiu did not refuse.

He and Shang Yuan met each other's eyes, with a lot of thoughts in his heart, he raised his head and drank happily.

There was one more person who was lucky enough to drink the sacrificial wine.

No, one god.

Lord Fenghuang was very drunk in Tianmen, pawing at the wine cauldron that the Xia people paid tribute to, nodding his head like pounding garlic, cursing a few words and falling asleep.

The elder Fenghuang was drunk. Although the ghost mother didn't admit it, she felt relieved, and walked out of the ghost gate with a new mortal body.

She glanced at Fei Mingqiu whose neck was flushed red, sniffed the smell in the air, and said with a sour lips: "You two are very lucky."

Shang Yuan didn't speak, but grabbed the young man's slender waist and straightened Fei Mingqiu who was staggering.

The ghost mother stared at Shang Yuan with her hands on her hips, but she didn't dare to make trouble, "Okay, I know you are waiting impatiently, so I will open the ghost door now."

Fei Mingqiu was dizzy, nodded at her picturesquely, laughed, and whispered how the local wine made by the ancients was as powerful as industrial alcohol.

The ghost mother quickly pushed him into Shang Yuan's arms, and stammered, "Brother, you, you are crazy! Shang Yuan, look at your wife!"

Shang Yuan raised his eyebrows.

The ghost mother didn't think she was wrong, so she didn't dare to put on airs anymore, and clapped her hands to command the little ghost to open the eerie ghost door.

The Xia family was swept away by the flood, medicinal materials, food, chariots and horses...

But Fei Mingqiu thought, there are plenty in Yanchi.Players are still useful.