Chief don't slap in the face

Chapter 3 Bronze Four Seasons Song!
The long street was full of comments from neighbors, some said that the Xia family's two waste siblings were ignorant of praise, some envied the happy life Xia Qi was about to start, and some were worried about their children, because no matter male or female, as long as they are of the right age , all have to participate in the blood survival trial.

"What is a summer month? As long as you establish a tribe, there will be many beautiful girls chasing you!"

While Aunt Xia was furious, she breathed a sigh of relief, at least her genius son wouldn't have to be delayed by the summer moon, otherwise the offspring he would give birth to would be trash bloodlines.

"I remember this humiliation!"

Xia Qi clenched his fists tightly, and a smirk appeared on his face: "When I go to the wasteland, I will cut off Xia Ye's head with my own hands, and then give it to Xia Lingyue!"

"Yes, this is my good son!"

Aunt Xia praised it.

The thatched cottage is simple and the ground is rammed with loess. The innermost part is a wooden board with four corners padded with stones. This is the big bed. There are two quilts on it. Even though it is full of patches, it is still a very valuable possession.

Other families only have a pile of dry straw, and those who are more diligent will tie up a straw mat, but when it is cold, it is useless to cover them, and the only way to keep warm is by shaking.

On the left is a shelf made of wood with several old pottery pots and stone vessels. Don’t underestimate this thing. In this post-lithic age when bronze vessels have not yet become popular, pottery firing is a high-end skill that only a few people can master. craft.

When the man gets married, two or three pieces of beautiful pottery are placed in the man's house, which is quite a face-lifting thing!
"Go and boil the water, I'll wash and peel the rabbit!"

Xia Ye put down the basket. Although the shabby room is small, it is very warm with my sister around.

"Are you out of town again? How many times have I told you that the beast tide has just ended and it's dangerous outside, why don't you always listen?"

Xia Lingyue pinched the center of her brows, feeling helpless, but also a little proud that this younger brother never let herself worry about it.

Closing the door, bringing the brazier over, looking at the charcoal piled in the corner, Xia Lingyue smiled again, other people's homes were full of firewood, the smoke was choking and not durable.

Whose house is not full of firewood in the yard when winter comes?But still not enough for the whole winter.

His family was different, Xia Ye piled firewood together, sealed it with yellow mud, and after a fire, he got these black things, which he called charcoal.

Charcoal has high heat and is resistant to burning. Especially in winter, a brazier is lit at night and a clay pot filled with water is placed on it. It can not only keep warm, but also have warm hot water in the morning.

Not to mention the slums, even those housewives in the main city, because of too much water, there will be a lot of cuts in the hands in winter, and when the wind blows, it will hurt like a heart, but there is no summer moon, and her fingers are still as white as green onions.

Selling charcoal can become a job, earn money, and eat meat, but Xia Lingyue never mentions it, because she thinks that her younger brother will definitely become a tribal hero in the future, blessing all the people, instead of being a mere slut who walks around the streets and alleys. A charcoal seller who earns his own food and clothing.

"Sister, I have something to tell you!"

After the rabbit meat was cooked, Xia Ye sat on the straw mat and began to polish the stones into arrow clusters. This is the work of the summer months, and they are sold to those weapon shops to subsidize the family.

"You have just recovered from a serious illness, and your body has not recovered yet. Don't work hard, go and rest!"

Summer months worry.

Damn Xia Ji, his younger brother survived the blood sacrifice, but his body is weak, and he spends most of the year in bed sick.

"By the way, what's wrong with your eyes? Let me see!"

As Xia Lingyue said, she reached out to take off Xia Ye's blindfold.

"fine!"

Xia Ye dodged, in front of his sister, he always endured the pain, otherwise she would worry about it.

"Don't move!"

Xia Lingyue took off the blindfold, and suddenly let out a surprise.

Xia Ye's left eye is no longer congested and red, except for a few scattered blood streaks, black and white are distinct, and it looks bright, but there is a blue halo around the outer ring of the pupil, which makes his eyes look more A strange beauty.

The warm yellow light group came out again, floating around like a cloud. Fortunately, the tingling pain like the needles in the past was much smaller.

"Can you see it?"

Xia Lingyue stretched out her hand and shook it in front of Xia Ye's face: "Is that light ball still there?"

"Ok!"

Xia Ye blinked: "There is more!"

"Did it get smaller or smaller?"

Xia Lingyue gently rubbed her younger brother's brows, helping him to relax.

"There are still nine!"

Xia Ye put on the blindfold again, and the light ball disappeared immediately: "Don't worry, you're not blind anyway!"

"Even if he is blind, my brother is still handsome."

Xia Lingyue checked the door, and after making sure that no one was peeping, she got under the bed board, took a stone knife, dug up the soil, and took out a large ball of sackcloth.

"what?"

Xia Ye took it, it had been buried for an unknown how long, the linen was rotten.

"Open it, it's yours now!"

Xia Lingyue's eyes were a little sad, because this was her father's relic.

The sackcloth was torn open, revealing a wooden box about one and a half feet square. I don’t know how many years it had been buried in the ground, but it didn’t show any signs of decay. Like jumping out.

This is definitely from the hands of a master.

"The carving is great!"

Xia Ye praised that the charm of every ancient beast and raptor is revealed through lines, but the most eye-catching thing is the pattern in the center.

Words are not words!It looks like a beast but not a beast!
"This should be a totem, right?"

Xia Ye guessed.

In this post-civilization era, people believe that the totem is the carrier of the soul of the ancestors. If you sacrifice to it and worship it, you will get the protection and protection of the ancestors. Over time, the totem has become a belief and symbol of a tribe, representing the history of the tribe, Culture, and the future!
Seeing her sister nodding, Xia Ye thought for a while, but couldn't find a similar totem in his mind, at least it didn't exist around the Xia tribe.

"Don't ask me, I don't know, this is a treasure that my father thinks is more important than life!"

Xia Lingyue sighed: "He always said that the tribe should be restored to its former glory!"

Xia Wuan is a refugee!
The so-called refugees are people who were displaced after the tribe perished. When Xia Wuan was wandering, he met the previous generation of Xia patriarch. Let the Xia clan gain a firm foothold in the brutal tribal war, and he has become the veritable number one hero of the Xia tribe.

"Is this the totem of my father's tribe?"

Xia Ye opened the wooden box.

There are three grids inside, lined with thick silk, and on the far left is a bronze dagger.

Xia Lingyue glanced at her younger brother. This is an expensive bronze ware. Common items can be sold for hundreds of knives in the market, not to mention father's relics, but my younger brother didn't show any ecstasy or shock. The clouds are calm and the wind is light.

Xia Lingyue is very satisfied with being so calm and obviously someone who does great things.

Xia Ye drew his sword!

Choking.

The blade rubbed against the scabbard, making a clear sound, like birdsong, extremely pleasant.

"Good sword!"

Xia Ye praised.

Even though the casting time has been long and untestable, this sword is still as clean as new, it reflects the light of charcoal fire, that kind of gorgeous and elegant, just like the dance steps of gods in costumes!
"It's called Song of the Four Seasons!"

Xia Lingyue reached out her hand and put it on the blade, a feeling of icy coldness refreshed her heart, and the irritability and restlessness in her heart disappeared instantly.

"Good name! So beautiful!"

With just one glance, Xia Ye fell in love with it. The blade is one foot long and three fingers wide, without a sharp edge, and the arc is light and smooth, interpreting the natural beauty.

What is even more amazing is that the sword body and scabbard are cast with four season patterns of spring seed, summer growth, autumn harvest and winter storage!

Like a song!Like poetry!picturesque!

The strands of lines reveal the breath of time, and the contours of the knives have the taste of life, quiet and peaceful, happiness and perfection.

This is a sacrificial sword!

"No wonder there is no Kaifeng!"

Xia Ye sighed, and looked at her sister with some uncertainty: "Give it to me?"

Xia Lingyue rolled her eyes: "What do you think? If you get a cheap price, you'll still be a good boy!"

"hey-hey!"

Xia Ye scratched his hair, put down the bronze sword, picked up the relic in the first grid on the right, and pulled the animal hide, which contained a stone.

"what is this?"

Xia Ye was puzzled.

The stone is as big as a walnut, translucent, and there seems to be a cluster of flames burning in the middle.

"The spirit of the ancestors!"

After Xia Lingyue finished speaking, Xia Ye shook his hand and almost threw the stone out.

"You are going to die, smash it, and the hope of the tribe's reconstruction is over!"

Xia Lingyue quickly snatched the stone back and carefully wrapped it in animal skin.

"When you go to the wasteland and find a suitable land, take it out as a sacrifice, and the spirit of the ancestors will build an ancestor altar and light the fire of the altar!"

"understood!"

Xia Ye looked dignified. The establishment of any tribe started with the ancestral altar. It was the first and most core building. With the tribe perishing.

As long as the altar of the ancestors stands upright, no matter how the tribe is beaten and crippled, there is a chance to make a comeback.

The third relic is a stone slab.

"what is this?"

Xia Ye was amazed, the slate was palm-sized, off-white, with a mutilated mural on it, and what was even more amazing was that a villain in the painting clenched his fist with his right hand, stretched out his thumb, and slowly moved up and down!

Is this a compliment?Xia Ye estimated that this villain must be very popular!
"The core of the hero altar!"

Introduction to summer months.

(End of this chapter)