Traveling through various miniature worlds with a small restaurant

After returning to the tribe, Yun recounted in detail to the leader of the Flame Tribe what she had experienced after being separated from the main force.

Then they took out rice, flour, and salt and showed them to the chief. The chief took them, examined them carefully, and then handed them to the witch doctor.

The witch doctor was an old woman with a gaunt face and short stature.

A rope made of vines was tied around her forehead, with strips of dyed linen, some black and some red, wrapped around it.

Her gray hair cascaded over her shoulders, and a two-inch-long red mark between her eyebrows added to her mystique.

The witch doctor took it, rubbed the salt between his fingers, and then closed his eyes.

Everyone held their breath and watched the witch doctor, not daring to make a sound to disturb her.

Soon, the witch doctor opened his eyes, and a glimmer of light shone from his cloudy eyes.

She said earnestly to the leader, "Take me to see her!"

The tribal chief hesitated; the presence of the shaman was extremely important to the tribe.

But witch doctors are weak and easily die.

Therefore, the tribe's shaman never went out.

He worried that if the witch doctor went out and accidentally encountered danger and died, their Flame Tribe would be without a witch doctor.

The witch doctor could see through the Flame Tribe chief's concerns at a glance. She said, "You don't need to worry. The little girl in the tribe named Little Grass is my successor. If I die outside, she will be your witch doctor."

The chief breathed a sigh of relief, as long as their tribe still had a witch doctor.

Then they found fifty strong and healthy males to escort the witch doctor.

Of course, they also wanted to exchange things with Lin Xiaoqian, so they brought a lot of pottery with them.

When Lin Xiaoqian met them, the sun had already set.

Because Yun had already exchanged items with Lin Xiaoqian, he was the one leading the team this time. The witch doctor kept urging them on the way, and they walked very fast.

We arrived at the tree hole the night before.

Lin Xiaoqian looked at the crowd with some curiosity. Several people were carrying a simple sedan chair made of tree trunks and vines, and an old lady with white hair was sitting in the sedan chair.

The old woman and she looked at each other from afar, and a strange feeling washed over them.

Seeing Lin Xiaoqian staring at the shaman, Yun introduced, "That is the shaman of our tribe."

Lin Xiaoqian looked at the old woman whose sedan chair was being slowly lowered and asked, "What's her name?"

Yun shook her head: "The witch doctor has no name. Maybe she used to have a name, but after becoming a witch doctor, she is called a witch doctor and not by her real name."

Then he said excitedly, "Money, we brought a lot of pottery this time, as well as fruits and mushrooms that we picked in the tribe. Can we trade with you for something?"

Lin Xiaoqian nodded: "Of course, but the bear meat is all gone. It's been replaced by other tribes."

Yun wasn't too disappointed, since they had mainly come to exchange rice, flour, and salt.

Lin Xiaoqian estimated the price of the things they brought, and then carried the things out of the kitchen.

Lin Xiaoqian's warehouse was running low on rice and flour. Thinking that he should leave some for the Big Tree Tribe, he only gave the Flame Tribe twenty bags of rice, twenty bags of flour, and fifty bags of salt.

Lin Xiaoqian asked Yun if she wanted more braised pork.

Thinking of the mouthwatering braised pork, Yun quickly nodded, and so all the braised pork was bought up by the Flame Tribe.

Lin Xiaoqian breathed a sigh of relief after completing the task.

Yun called on the people of the tribe to carry the rice back. After all the rice, flour and salt were moved out of the shop, the witch doctor quietly walked up to Lin Xiaoqian.

Can I talk to you alone?

Looking at the old lady who was a head shorter than her, Lin Xiaoqian inexplicably thought of her own grandmother.

"Of course, please come in and talk."

The witch doctor warned the others not to enter the tree hole, and then followed Lin Xiaoqian into the shop.

It was getting dark, and the tree hollow was a bit dark, so Lin Xiaoqian turned on the lights in the shop.

The witch doctor looked up in surprise at the source of the light. There was light even without fire.

Lin Xiaoqian took out a ceramic cup, poured a glass of orange juice with pulp, placed it on the table, and said to the witch doctor, "Please sit down and try the juice."

The witch doctor did not refuse, sat down, took a sip, and his eyes were full of amazement.

However, instead of asking what it was, she said something that sent chills down Lin Xiaoqian's spine: "Hello, person from another world."

!!!

Seeing Lin Xiaoqian's terrified expression, the witch doctor waved his hand and said, "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you, and I won't tell anyone else about this. I just have some questions I want to ask you."

Lin Xiaoqian frantically called out to the system in her mind, but the system said that everything was normal and the witch doctor had no intention of harming her.

Lin Xiaoqian: "I know, but how did she figure out that I'm not from this world?"

The system said calmly, "Every world has its share of extraordinary people and events. Don't you have Taoist priests and monks in your world too? Isn't that normal?"

What a normal ghost!

Lin Xiaoqian wanted to flip the table and beat someone up.

She forced a smile and asked, trying to maintain her composure, "What do you want to ask?" She was trying to think of a story to tell her.

The witch doctor asked her with a curious look, "I want to know, do you have gods in your world?"

god?

Lin Xiaoqian was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze; she was a staunch materialist.

If she had to choose a god, she would choose the God of Wealth.

"I don't think so, at least I've never seen one."

The witch doctor was somewhat surprised, but this was followed by joy: "Your world has no gods? Then how do you live?"

Lin Xiaoqian: Of course, we rely on our own hard work to survive like cattle and horses.

"Well, the people of our world rely on their own labor, not gods. Do you have gods here?"

The witch doctor frowned and nodded: "Yes, we have gods here. We witch doctors are people who can communicate with the gods. But in recent years, witch doctors have gradually lost contact with the gods. At first, we could contact them once a year, then every two years, then every three or five years... I haven't been able to contact our gods for almost ten years."

The witch doctor's words were filled with sorrow: "Sometimes I wonder if our gods have abandoned us. How can we survive without gods..."

Lin Xiaoqian never expected to hear a myth.

"What kind of things do you communicate with the gods about?"

The shaman frowned in thought: "We pray to the gods for their safety when the people of the tribe go out hunting. We also hope that the gods will guide us in the right direction."

After a pause, the shaman continued, "In the past, the gods would respond to us, such as pointing out which direction the prey was safer, or telling us not to leave the tribe today. But now, no matter how we perform sacrifices and pray, we don't receive any response from the gods."

Seeing the old man's increasingly dejected expression, Lin Xiaoqian couldn't help but comfort him: "Even if you haven't been able to contact your gods, aren't you still living a good life?"

The witch doctor looked up at her, and Lin Xiaoqian asked, "Did the gods teach you how to make pottery?"

The witch doctor shook his head: "No, it was because someone accidentally dropped mud into the fire and found that the burned mud was very hard, that everyone came up with the idea of ​​making pottery."

"Was hunting taught to you by the gods?"

The witch doctor hesitated for a moment: "It shouldn't be."

Lin Xiaoqian said seriously, "You know how to make pottery and hunt. As long as you can get food, you won't starve to death."

If you get sick, you can go to the forest to find herbs yourself. If one generation can't find them, then two generations can. Once you find them, try to record them and leave them for future generations.

Learn to grow edible plants, learn to raise wild animals, and find hard stones to make sharp tools.

Most importantly, there must be a strong belief that unites everyone.

Perhaps this isn't because the gods have abandoned you, but rather because they want you to survive on your own.

The witch doctor seemed lost in thought, muttering, "Let us rely on ourselves to survive..."