Chapter 1038 The sacrifice from the witch (two in one)
In a room in the main tribe of Qingque, Liang was lying quietly on the fire bed, covered with a quilt made of linen and fabrics from around the tribe.
The room was kept very clean and could even be described as spotless.
The clean room is filled with the smell of some medicinal herbs.
Beside the fire pit, there is a platform made of bricks, stones, wooden boards, etc., with a bowl placed on the platform.
The bowl contains more than half of the potion, which is somewhat yellowish brown.
This is water boiled with Houttuynia cordata.
This water was boiled by some people in the tribe and wanted to make Liang drink it.
The people in the tribe had no choice but to treat Liang in this way, hoping that Liang could survive and not die.
However, the boiled water was not bright at all and I did not drink it.
Liang was unconscious, still unable to drink any water as before.
There was silence in the room, and everyone was silent here.
Liang's wife sat on Liang's bedside and carefully and gently wiped Liang's face with a piece of linen soaked in water, wiping off the dirt and grime on it.
She wiped it very carefully, and even got soap into the basin she was wiping with.
Washing hands and feet with soap has been a habit that Liang has had for many years.
Liang's spouse knew some of the reasons why Liang did this.
Because the Son of God said that washing your hands and face with soap frequently will not only make your hands and face clean, but also wash away some invisible little things that may make people sick.
That's why Liang likes to wash his hands and face with soap.
Especially after taking or touching some unknown drugs, I prefer to wash my hands and face with soap.
Although he knew that washing his hands and face with soapy water could not wash away the poison that he drank or eaten in his stomach, Liang still insisted on doing so.
This can be regarded as a kind of comfort in the heart.
Knowing that Liang had such a habit, Liang's spouse chose to wipe Liang's hands and face with linen cloth dipped in soapy water at such a time.
There were many people in the room, but it was very quiet, with no unnecessary noise coming out.
People stayed here quietly, looking at Liang lying on the bed, feeling particularly heavy.
In the inner courtyard, in the house where Han Cheng and Wu lived together, there was a living room in the middle. Wu, who had washed his hands and face, was neatly dressed.
He came to the front of the totem house, very respectfully picked up the feather crown placed there from the stone platform in front of the totem pole, and carefully and solemnly put it on his head.
After sorting out the feather crest, he picked up the bone staff that was already on top and was already coated with pulp.
After giving a solemn salute to the totem pole placed in the center of the back wall of the house, he began to walk and jump around the room in a way that only he and Shitou could understand.
While doing these things, Wu was still mumbling words.
These words and syllables seem very strange, ambiguous, and confusing.
But it can give people a mysterious feeling.
The room is filled with a sense of primitive ritual.
Shi Shi, who was already a role model for others, came over at some point.
Not long ago, he just came out of the room where Liang was. He was also very uncomfortable with Liang's state.
After Shitou looked at the door quietly for a while, he turned around and headed elsewhere.
After a while, the stone appeared in front of the room again.
The hair on his forehead was still stained with some water drops, and his hair was also a little damp. This was the mark left by him washing his hands and face not long ago.
This time he didn't hesitate and walked straight in.
After arriving in the room, he bypassed the shaman who was praying devoutly and came to the front of the platform in front of the totem pole.
Also placed on the table is a set of feather crowns and bone staffs, which are equipment belonging to the future wizard Shitou in the tribe.
In this set of equipment, stones are not used much. On the one hand, this is because he is not yet an official witch in the tribe, and often does not need to do so.
Another aspect is that more than ten years have passed since he began to learn these things from witches, and until now, the gods have not even paid attention to him.
This makes him feel uncomfortable and lost.
In addition, I have been studying with Han Cheng for a long time, I have seen a lot of things, my mind has matured a lot, and my understanding of things has unknowingly changed a lot.
Now, he no longer has the same piety towards the gods as before.
Even regarding the existence of gods, he had some understanding in his heart.
Under such circumstances, he naturally wasn't too concerned and proactive about such things.
But today, it was different. There was no need for the witch to call him, and he had already arrived by deliberately explaining something.
He no longer believed in the existence of gods in his heart. At this time, he was extremely serious and pious when doing this.
He respectfully picked up the feather crown and put it on his head. He held the bone staff in both hands and began to wave it. His movements were very similar to that of a witch.
He has never been so eager for the existence of gods in the world as he is today.
Never before have they wanted the gods to hear their prayers so that Liang would be fine.
People are like this. When there is no way to solve difficulties in reality, they will place their hopes and expectations on some illusory things, hoping to make these illusory and non-existent things,
to solve their problems.
Liang tried the medicine and tried it on himself, but it quickly spread like wildfire in the tribe.
The entire Qingque Lord tribe was shaken by this.
Many people who were still working outside came to the tribe at this time.
Many people gathered outside the room where Liang lived, and everyone felt extremely heavy in their hearts.
Whenever someone comes out, everyone will eagerly focus on this person, hoping to hear some good news from him.
However, things always disappoint.
The people who came out were all silent and shaking their heads without exception.
This made everyone who was full of hope couldn't help but feel extremely heavy again.
Liang usually doesn't like to talk much in the tribe, and he doesn't like to communicate with others.
The thing he deals with most throughout the day is all kinds of medicines.
Or you can call these ‘medicines’ strange-looking things.
Because there are many things in it, he doesn't know what their effects are or what kind of diseases they can treat.
However, his status in the hearts of everyone in the tribe is very, very high.
His efforts to cure many sick people in the tribe and to cure all the sick people were seen by everyone in the tribe.
People are not just grass and trees, nor are they fools.
Many times people don't speak much, but it doesn't mean they don't know what's going on around them.
It doesn't mean that you don't have any thoughts in your heart or your own opinions on what happened.
The people in the tribe admire Liang very much for the things he has done, and they have even greater respect for Liang for doing these things.
Such people, no matter what era they are placed in, can be particularly respected.
There used to be some children who were not very sensible and found Liang very strange and scary.
Therefore, some people in the past have said bad things about him. The most egregious one was when someone threw small stones and other things from a distance.
Liang didn't say anything, just turned his head and smiled kindly at the children, and then continued to do his own thing.
But Liang doesn't care about such things, it doesn't mean that others don't care about such things either.
What these minors did fell into the eyes of two tribe adults, and then...
Then these minors became extremely miserable.
Not only did they experience mixed male and female doubles, but even the shaman in the tribe, who always liked minors, took a shiny crutch and slapped each of these guys three times on the buttocks.
Wu didn't stop using these three sticks at all and used a lot of strength.
Not to mention how miserable these little guys cried.
After experiencing this tragedy, the minors in the tribe suddenly became more honest. No one dared to be so naughty and disrespectful to Liang!
"Go find the witch. The witch and Shitou are praying to the gods with Liang..."
Someone spoke and brought the latest news.
After hearing such news, the eyes of these people in the tribe couldn't help but light up. They had never thought of the God of Heaven before.
When this person said this, many people began to walk towards the room where Han Cheng and Wu lived.
They did not come into the room, but stood quietly outside the room and gathered around it.
No one spoke, everyone stood here, silently looking at the contemporary shamans and the next generation of shamans in the tribe who were dancing there with feather crowns and bone staffs in their hands.
Gradually, the eyes of the people gathered here slowly closed.
Although everyone is not a witch in the tribe and does not understand the way witches pray to the gods, they can pray to the gods in their own way.
Their so-called prayer is to silently bless Liang in their hearts, hoping that God can make Liang get better.
They don't want to let Liang die. Such a good and admirable person, they don't want to let him leave just like that!
As time passed little by little, the prayer to the gods among the tribe finally slowly came to an end.
The witch's whole body was soaked with sweat. When he stood on the ground, there were two footprints.
He was so exhausted that his body was shaking uncontrollably. If Shi Shi hadn't been supporting him here, Wu would have been sitting on the ground.
After resting here for a while, Shi Shi helped Wu, who had also taken off his feather crown and put down his bone staff, and walked toward the room inside, letting Wu rest.
After placing the witch in place, Shitou told the witch to have a good rest, and then walked out of the room.
After walking out of the room, Shitou went to the room where Liang lived.
Liang was still lying there quietly as before, as if he was asleep, without any improvement.
Shitou stayed here quietly for a while, then walked out without saying a word.
"Alas~"
I walked to the rocks outside, came to a place where there was no one, and sighed leisurely.
Liang's situation is really not optimistic, there is no movement at all.
This state is quieter than deep sleep, and more worrying than big noises such as vomiting and diarrhea.
There is really nothing that Shitou can do. The people in the tribe and he have done all the efforts that should be done, but Liang still hasn't gotten better at all, and he still looks the same as before.
After standing here feeling sad for a while, Shitou's eyes suddenly lit up, and something he had forgotten before suddenly appeared in his mind.
After this thing came to mind, Shitou suddenly became excited.
He quickly left here and ran towards the carpenter's room which was not too far away.
In the straw shed built next to the carpenter's room, in addition to wood and other things, there are also a lot of bamboos.
This is mainly due to the first carpenter in the tribe, who is a man who combines weaving and carpentry.
With his precedent and influence, subsequent carpenters in the tribe basically knew these two crafts.
However, there are some differences. For example, people who are better at knitting will work harder on knitting.
People who are good at carpentry should do more carpentry in the future.
There are not many people like Lame who are very proficient in both aspects.
The target of the stone at this time is these stacked bamboos.
After pulling out a piece of bamboo, he took out his sword and began to process the bamboo.
Stone can be regarded as half a bamboo craftsman.
He is very talented at breaking bamboo into bamboo strips with his Mi Dao.
He held the sword in his hand and processed it quickly for a while, and some thin bamboo strips appeared here.
After dealing with it for a short while, Shi Shi stopped what he was doing and quickly moved to another place.
After a while, he came over again, holding some thin paper in his hand.
These papers were made from bamboo in the past, and the quality is very good.
In addition to these papers, there are also some people.
Many of these people are students taught by Shi Shi.
Shitou taught them not only things about learning, but also things about life.
When I get interested in making things with bamboo, I will teach you some.
On the way here, Shitou had already told these children what to make, so there was no need to explain too much at this time.
