Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

"Shanlao (mu pronounced three times), what's wrong?" asked a girl with pigtails next to her.

"Nothing." The old woman withdrew her gaze and continued to pound the herbs in her hand.

"Priest!" someone outside the wooden house shouted loudly.

The girl helped the old woman out and saw two young men and a little boy about five years old standing outside the house. They all had two-finger-wide leather ribbons tied on their foreheads. The ribbons were engraved with golden patterns and had some hanging feathers fixed on both sides.

The exposed arms and faces were painted with mysterious patterns in gold paint. The two older men also had a necklace of animal teeth around their necks. The little boy didn't have one, but instead had a green stone. If Xu Weiwei saw it, she would recognize it at a glance. It was the most priceless jade on earth, and it was emerald.

The voice came from the little boy. When he saw the man coming out, he took two steps forward and said, "Priest, I have brought the cattle back for you! I have also repaired the cowshed for you. Here is a pheasant I shot on the road. I give it to you!"

As he spoke, the boy untied the pheasant tied around his waist and handed it over. It was a brown, long-haired pheasant, weighing less than two kilograms, but the boy was very proud of it.

The old woman leaned on her crutches and said with a smile: "Thank you, eldest prince, second prince and little prince, it was not easy to find the cow. Little prince is getting more and more capable, I will accept the gift without hesitation. Peach Blossom."

The crutch was a vine of some unknown plant, taller than her entire body. Perhaps it was because her back was too bent, almost at a 90-degree angle to the ground.

The girl named Taohua walked over and took the pheasant.

Seeing the old woman accept the gift, the boy smiled happily, revealing his missing tooth: "Priest, when will you tell us a story again? We are all waiting to hear the sequel to the monkey story last time!"

The boy's brother, the eldest prince, came over and covered his brother's mouth: "Put the story aside for now."

Then he turned to the old woman and said respectfully, "Priest, my father said that after we are done here, please come over and see how the venue for the Torch Festival is arranged."

"Then let's go now."

"I'll carry you."

“No need,” the old woman waved her hand and said, “Taohua, push my chair out.”

The girl pushed out a wooden wheelchair from the house, and the old woman sat on it. The eldest prince walked over and took the wheelchair from the girl: "Let me push it, second son, you go call father."

"it is good."

About twenty minutes later, the three arrived at the place where the chief and the second prince were already waiting.

The Torch Festival is an important annual festival on their planet Gudel, to celebrate the harvest and thank Mother Earth for the food she has given them. On this day, people gather in the open space in front of the stone fortress, enjoy food and wine together, light a huge bonfire in the middle, and dance around it.

Now is the preparation stage for the festival. The venue is very large. After all, it is not easy to accommodate tens of thousands of people. A month ago, people living near the stone fort began to prepare, weeding, compacting the foundation, and sprinkling powder to repel mosquitoes.

The area of ​​the planet Goodall is very small, and compared with the Imperial Capital Planet, it is probably only the size of one of its districts, but the population density is low, and all the tribesmen together only have more than 10,000 people.

There is a stone fort on the planet. It was built by the first chief and his people. After continuous expansion and repair, the stone fort has become larger and stronger. The current stone fort is three stories high, with a diameter as large as two football fields, and its external shape is similar to a bird's nest. It can accommodate nearly 8,000 people. The chief and most of his people live in the stone fort.

However, some tribesmen raise more cattle and sheep, so they choose to build houses outside and live in them. For those who choose to live outside, the chief will lead the tribesmen to help them build the house.

In addition, the wild animals had been driven into the mountains and forests before, and they were also good at setting traps, so it was safe even if they lived outside. It was common for a family to live alone or in groups of two or three.

But on the day of Torch Festival, they will return to their tribe and participate in the sacrifice with everyone. They regard the sacrifice as a very sacred thing.

How good your fortune will be in the coming year depends on the results of this year's sacrifices.

The old woman is an important figure in this sacrifice and the soul of the entire ethnic group - the priest.

Before weddings, funerals, construction, and large-scale hunting, the Guder people would consult a priest to divine good or bad luck. If the divination was bad, the chief would even cancel the event and go to the priest to divine again on another day. If the second divination was still bad, then no matter how important the event was, it would not be held that year.

At the same time, the priests also have the ability to know what will happen in the past and predict what will happen in the future. Before some major disasters occur, the priests will have omens in their minds. Through experience and divination, they can determine the type of disaster, alert the tribesmen in advance, and help the tribe avoid disasters.

The old woman is the current priestess of the Gudel tribe and is over 120 years old. She has served as a priest for more than 80 years and has witnessed the replacement of two chiefs. She is very much loved by the tribe members, even more popular than the chief. She is like the spiritual pillar of the tribe members.

But she did not live in the stone fort with most of the tribe members. Instead, she lived alone outside with her granddaughter, and no matter how everyone tried to persuade her, she would not move.

Fortunately, the place was not far away, and the tribesmen would visit her from time to time, help her with some work, and bring some to her when they went out hunting or picking.

"The priest is coming!"

"priest"

“Hello, Priest!”

Seeing the old woman, the busy people coming and going stopped to greet her. Then the chief led her to inspect the site.

The entire venue was built on the ground, and the sharp stones and branches had been cleared away to make it convenient for them to dance barefoot to show their closeness to Mother Earth.

Although there is no fence around it, it is surrounded by hemp ropes and tied with colorful ribbons. Long tables and benches have been placed in place. Walking to the innermost part, a group of strong men in their thirties and forties are building an altar with wood.

The altar is square, 60 meters square and more than 2 meters high. It is supported by several thick logs and surrounded by railings on three sides, with one side left as an exit for a wooden ladder. When the time comes, the priest will preside over the sacrificial ceremony on it and lead the royal children to dance the Six Generations Dance, the purpose of which is to please the gods.

Then the priest will make the first divination of the new year and predict the trend of the next year. This is also the most tense part. The venue with tens of thousands of people is always quiet and silent, for fear that their disrespect will anger the gods and bring a year of setbacks to the tribe.

At this moment, the outline of the altar has appeared. The little prince took three or two steps up the stairs and ran to the platform to look here and there.

"Gantz, come down!" the chief shouted.

"Oh." Hearing his father's words, the little prince reluctantly walked to the exit, squatted down to gather strength, and then jumped down all at once.

The chief's eyelids twitched when he saw this. Even if their tribe did not spoil their children and let them run wild, they did not really ignore their children's life or death. Gan Li was only five years old, and he jumped down from a platform more than two meters high. There were steps below. If he had not considered that the priest was present and it was not a good time to educate the child, he would have caught him and beaten him with a rattan stick.

After taking two deep breaths, the chief tried to remain calm and asked, "Priest, do you have any problem with the stand?"

"No problem, it's fine. We do it this way every year. You're just too cautious. You've been the chief for many years, but you still need the support of your 'parents' like a child who hasn't grown up." The old woman laughed and scolded.

The burly man, who was in his forties or fifties, blushed when he was told that. His three sons also looked at him with complicated expressions. The chief's dignity was instantly destroyed.

"Hey! Since there's no problem here, let's go check on the livestock..."