There is an ancient tradition in the tribe where the woman belongs.
Elderly people who have no children to support them are provided by the tribe to support them until they die.
Children whose parents have died but are still minors are raised by the tribe until they are 18 years old.
It is the clan leader who makes this decision and practices this tradition from generation to generation.
It sounds like the clan leader is the most powerful person in the clan.
But the choice of the clan leader is not a villager election or a vote by clan elders.
It is a gift from God.
The elders of the tribe live long lives, and each clan leader will decide the candidate for the next clan leader when he is 60 years old.
God's decree gave the year, month and day when the next patriarch was born, even down to the hour.
The person who deduced this time was Mu Hei of the tribe.
The first time he heard the name Mu Hei from a woman, Ye Wan thought it was a personal name.
Ye Wan soon knew that it was not.
Mu Hei is a wizard in the tribe and the wisest person in the eyes of the tribe.
"The moment I gave birth to Axi, Uncle Mu Hei showed up, and I knew that Axi was the next patriarch designated by God... So even if I was reluctant to leave, I let him take Axi away. But I didn't expect...
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Her heart trembled, and the needle pricked 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’s still the time in God’s will.
One is the next clan leader recognized by the tribe, so what about the other one?
Almost at the same time Ye Wan asked that question in his mind, He Sichen, who had been silent by the wall, raised his head.
The woman lowered her head and held the sole of her shoe, "According to the old rules, the other child was to be sent to meet the gods."
Send it to God.
See the gods.
How to meet?
There was a creepy feeling. Even sitting by the fire, Ye Wan could feel a layer of goosebumps on her arms.
The woman smiled bitterly and said, "But Mu Hei is old and he couldn't be cruel, so he sent Axi away."
"I cried, and Ah Sheng also made trouble, but we searched all over the ancestral hall and couldn't find Ah Xi."
"The child sent to meet the gods will definitely 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 one hand holding the sewing basket tightly, "Mu Hei told me when he died that he sent A Xi to a far away place, and that he would grow up in peace and live a long life."
Licheng is so big.
China is bigger.
Where could they find these two people who didn't know a few Chinese characters?
They could only comfort themselves with the thought that Mu Hei had never deceived anyone. Their Ah Xi was still alive, living well in a place they didn't know and had never been to.
There was a sound of opening the door, and the woman quickly wiped the corners of her eyes.
Ye Wan looked up and saw a man coming in carrying a piece of meat and a bag of vegetables.
Green leafy vegetables in winter are rarely seen in villages where crops are grown, let alone cities.
But in the man's bag, there were red radishes, green lettuce, and purple onions. At first glance, they were all fresh vegetables stained with dew.
"his dad……"
The woman seemed to be shocked. When she took the meat and vegetables, she couldn't help but glance at Ye Wan and He Sichen.
"Let's cook."
The man said something and looked back at Ye Wan, "Follow me."
Looking at the woman and 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.