That line of the lyrics came true.
Shao Xuan wanted to slap himself. Why did he say that?!
When the sun came out and the ice and snow melted, Ge and his men blocked the group of kids who were holding their tools and planning to go fishing by the river.
Seeing Ge's familiar smile and the men he brought, the kids remembered that every year at the end of winter, before the ritual of the Snow Festival, they would be washed by the stream.
They hated bathing the most!!
In a more elegant way, the ritual of the tribe required bathing. But in reality, the kids who didn't want to bathe would be forced to wash by the stream. Just look at the warriors Ge brought. They had to wash themselves even if they didn't want to!
Fortunately, Shao Xuan was willing to wash himself. He didn't even wash his face for the whole winter. His hair was a sticky mess. If Ge didn't mention it, he wouldn't even think about how he looked like now.
Shao Xuan walked to the stream and looked at it. Because of the waves, he couldn't see clearly, but he could roughly see how messy he was now.
The strong warriors could jump directly into the stream, but the kids couldn't. Ge asked people to boil water in advance. Then, he scooped half a ladle of hot water and added some water from the stream and poured it on the kids who were stripped naked and pressed on the stone slabs. He also brushed them with something unknown in his hands. Every time he brushed them, a large amount of black water flowed down. These kids were almost turned into clay figurines.
Scoop after scoop of water, they were brushed clean. After brushing them, they were thrown on the haystack nearby. Someone would wrap them in clean animal skins and bring them back to the cave. The animal skins that the kids wore before were also taken away by the women in the tribe to be washed. They would only be brought back after they were washed and dried.
Shao Xuan's eyelids twitched as he watched this scene.
He felt like he had entered a meat processing factory …
Seeing Ge looking at him, Shao Xuan immediately said, "I'll do it myself. Give me a ladle!"
Seeing that Shao Xuan was very cooperative, Ge threw him a ladle and then focused on the other kids. Anyway, none of the kids who survived the winter could escape.
The children who were brought back to the cave after bathing were told that the Snow Festival ceremony would be held the day after tomorrow. This was the witch's decision. No one would argue or complain. It could be seen that the old faker's brainwashing was very successful. Even though he was tortured like this, he didn't complain at all.
After three days of winter, the thick layer of snow at the entrance of the cave quickly melted. Naturally, the ice in the vent of the cave could no longer hold up. However, once the winter ended, the temperature rose quickly. After wrapping himself in the blanket, he didn't feel too cold. Everything seemed to have regained its vitality.
What impressed Shao Xuan the most in the past two days was that many people who usually looked like beggars had tidied themselves up very well. Even if the animal skins they wore were not good and had holes in them, they were still clean and their hair was combed regardless of length.
On the day of the Snow Festival, the kids in the orphan cave were still sleeping. The sacrificial ceremony would not be held until the evening. Since they were not allowed to go fishing by the river, they could only continue sleeping. When the time came, someone would come to wake them up.
The straw curtain in the cave was lifted. Ge came in from the outside and said to the kids lying on the ground, "Well, boys, get up. Pack up and get ready to go up the mountain!"
Shao Xuan almost didn't recognize Ge when he saw him. Ge was wearing horns of some unknown beast on his head, and there were several necklaces made of animal bones around his neck. The animal skins he was wearing were not the ones he usually wore. The patterns on the animal skins were very clear, and the hairs were like steel needles. They didn't look so soft. They must be from some kind of fierce beast.
In addition to his clothes, Ge also drew patterns on his face with plant pigments. The patterns on his cheeks were very similar to the totem patterns of the tribe. His forehead, nose, and chin were all painted with the same pattern. Every time the hunting team went out, the warriors' faces would be painted with the same pattern. Although the totem patterns would also appear on their bodies when they were hunting, it seemed to be a tradition and a ritual to paint on their faces before the hunt. And now, the sacrificial ceremony was the same.
To be honest, it was the first time for Shao Xuan to participate in the sacrificial ceremony of the tribe. When he woke up in this place, the ceremony was already over, so he didn't have any memory of it. It was a very strange feeling.
The children in the cave were very enthusiastic about the sacrificial ceremony, because it required the whole tribe to participate in it. No matter if they lived on the top of the mountain or near the foot of the mountain, no matter if they were strong warriors or crying babies, they would all go up the mountain.
It was a symbol of the beginning of the year, and also the most festive event of the year.
The sacrificial ceremony was held on the top of the mountain, very close to where the Shaman lived.
Leaving the Caesar in the cave, Shao Xuan followed the Shaman out of the cave.
It was getting dark, and the night would come soon. The Night Swallow, which was active in the past winter, seemed to have realized something, so Shao Xuan didn't see any of them tonight.
When they went up the mountain, Shao Xuan also saw other people going up the mountain in groups. They were all "dressed up". On their heads, there were antlers, ox horns, feathers, and some other head ornaments that Shao Xuan couldn't recognize. On their necks, there were ferocious necklaces. Looking at the animal teeth necklaces on other people's necklaces, compared to the ones worn by the kids in the cave, they were nothing.
The totem warriors also had the same painting on their faces as Ge. There were both men and women. Shao Xuan even saw a female warrior. She had colorful bird feathers on her head, several bone chains on her neck, and a belt that looked like some kind of snake skin around her waist. The pattern was very colorful, and her leather skirt was decorated with bone ornaments. When she walked, the bone ornaments made a "ka ka" sound.
Ge said that she was a very strong female warrior, and had some status in the tribe. When the other women saw the ornaments on the female warrior, they looked at her with admiration and admiration.
In comparison, Shao Xuan and the others were like weak chicks walking in the middle of a group of strong human-faced warriors.
Shao Xuan also saw other kids in the tribe. No matter if they lived near the foot of the mountain, on the mountainside, or on the top of the mountain, they all dressed up like adults. It was just that the visual impact on Shao Xuan was not as big as that of the adults. However, it was obvious that the higher up the mountain, the more "advanced" the ornaments worn by the kids living there.
The kid walking in the front with the strong female warrior was as arrogant as a fart. What are you wearing? A wild boar head?
Shao Xuan's eyes twitched. He looked away from the kid and found that the eyes of the kids in the cave were shining. They were enviously looking at the kids wearing "advanced" ornaments.
Their bodies were cut and cut, and they were so tough.
It was wild, mysterious, and filled with such strong barbaric colors.
Shao Xuan's face was stiff all the time. This was the first time he clearly felt that he was living in a primitive tribe.
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