It had been hundreds of years since the ancestors of the tribe came here. They had fought for a piece of land and lived here until now. It had been passed down from one generation to the next. They knew every detail of the houses and the cultivation of the fields. Every place had a history and memory.
When they heard that they were going to pack up and leave, the people in the tribe were shocked. They didn't know how to react and just followed their leader's orders. When they came back to their senses, they started talking.
When they heard that the nobles from the six tribes were going to attack their tribe, they were furious. Some of the warriors wanted to fight them, but Duo Kang heard them and beat them up.
"You think we're afraid? Bullshit! Why would we Yanjiao be afraid of those arrogant slave masters? The reason we're leaving is because we're going back! "Duo Kang said loudly.
The people who were packing up stopped in their tracks.
Go back?
Go back where?
What did their leader mean?
The warrior who was beaten up by Duo Kang forgot to get up and asked, "Leader, aren't we right here? Where are we going? "
"We're going back to where our ancestors came from." Duo Kang left after saying that. He still had to go down the mountain to inspect other places. Because of the departure, the whole tribe was a little anxious. In order to prevent the energetic warriors from making trouble because they didn't get to hunt, he had to calm them down.
The bruised warrior on the ground looked at Duo Kang's back as he left. He dug at the dried ground and thought about Duo Kang's words.
We're going back to where our ancestors came from?
Where our ancestors came from … Shao Xuan! He heard that Shao Xuan came from there too. Did that mean they were going to the legendary birthplace of the Yanjiao tribe?!
Xiang Chen and the others had just returned to the tribe. Initially, they were disheartened by the fact that the sea had yet to freeze. After hearing the bad rumours about the Flaming Horn tribe, they wanted to fight it out with these people. They didn't expect things to turn out this way.
The Yanjiao people were sick. Xiang Chen had heard about this from his father a long time ago. They just didn't talk about it. If other people said that the Yanjiao people were sick, he would definitely scold them back. You're the one who's sick, your entire tribe is sick.
However, that was the truth of the matter. After scolding him, Xiang Chen began to wonder when he would recover from his illness.
But now the opportunity had come. Although he didn't know what the shamaness was thinking, since the shamaness and the chief had decided to leave, he would do the same.
"What about the duck shed?" The person taking care of the ducks was reluctant to let them go. He ran over and asked Shao Xuan.
"Just leave them there. Leave the duck shed to them. In the future, if they want to leave, they can leave. If they want to stay here, then let them stay." These ducks were too ordinary, and the people in the tribe didn't care for them. It was troublesome to bring them along. Should they kill them and roast them? He might as well hunt a few ferocious beasts to satisfy himself. Those duck eggs were the protection fee for these ducks.
"How many eggs did we pick up today? What should we do?" the man asked again.
"Cook them and bring them along."
"Where's the green duck?" the man asked expectantly.
Shao Xuan looked at the fat duck that was swimming in the river with a flock of green feathers. Shao Xuan couldn't wait for these green eggs. However, the duck eggs had helped the Yanjiao before, so Shao Xuan didn't kill them.
"Don't worry about it."
The copper cauldron had already been smelted into other copper products. There were pots and kettles, which were distributed to the tribe's meritorious members. They couldn't bear to throw them away and planned to keep them with them. The salt had been successfully refined. Most of it was distributed to the people in the tribe, while the shamaness kept the rest.
The grains and herbs were also distributed within a day. The people in the tribe were so busy that they didn't have time to think about anything else, let alone feel sad.
Shao Xuan had experienced a big migration before. This was the second one, but the situation was slightly different. This time, there were many people who were hostile towards them. Perhaps it wouldn't be as smooth as the first one.
Shao Xuan and Zheng Luo had discussed the migration route. Xiang Chen's route could no longer be used. Someone must have seen the Yanjiao on that route. Perhaps someone had already set up an ambush, waiting for the Yanjiao to come knocking on their door. That route would also pass by several cities. They could use it in the past because it was convenient for them to resupply. Now, they had to avoid it. In comparison, Shao Xuan's route was much safer because it avoided places with many people. Perhaps there were dangers in the forest, but that route was the shortest. Plus, there were so many people. If they encountered a fierce beast, everyone could work together to fend it off.
"Let's go with this one." Zheng Luo's finger tapped on Shao Xuan's map. "First, send someone to scout out the situation in the forest. Clear the path."
That night, when most of the people in the tribe couldn't sleep, Shao Xuan had a dream. He dreamed of the first shaman of the tribe. He couldn't see the shaman's face clearly, only a blurry figure. But Shao Xuan had a special feeling that he was sure of this person's identity. The legendary first shaman of the Yanjiao tribe, and the original owner of the six bone ornaments.
In Shao Xuan's dream, he saw the shaman walking down a long and narrow path, step by step, walking into the distance.
That path was familiar.
The surroundings were dark, and there was the sound of flowing water.
Beside him, there were some vague, large figures moving slowly, like giant beasts in the sea.
His eyes flew open. Shao Xuan was still in a daze, but the scene in the dream was still vivid. Every detail was crystal clear, except for that blurry figure.
Outside the window, it was already dawn. Light could be seen through the wooden window.
Getting up, Shao Xuan quickly rinsed his mouth with cold water, wiped his face, and ran to find the shaman without eating breakfast.
Early in the morning, the shaman wasn't in the house. She stood by the fire pit, staring blankly at it.
In the past night, the Shaman didn't sleep at all. She stood by the fire pit for the whole night. Although her face was calm, there were obvious dark circles under her eyes. Under her drooping eyelids, her eyes were bloodshot.
Perhaps the shaman wasn't as calm as she looked. After all, the tribe's migration was a big deal. She and the chief were under a lot of pressure to make this decision.
Seeing Shao Xuan, the shaman asked, "What's the hurry?"
"There's something I don't understand," said Shao Xuan.
Shao Xuan told her about his dream last night. He didn't know if it was a hint from the ancestors, or if he was overthinking it.
After hearing Shao Xuan's story, the shaman's listless eyes lit up. She squinted slightly, and the wrinkles on her face deepened.
"That's the path! It's the path the ancestors showed us! Maybe when we get there, it'll turn into what you saw. Then the path will be formed! "said the shaman with certainty. She believed the ancestors wouldn't lie to them.
"But …"
"Don't worry, it's definitely a hint from the ancestors!"
"But …"
Before Shao Xuan could finish, the shaman raised her hand to stop Shao Xuan. "You have to believe in the ancestors!"
"I do," said Shao Xuan helplessly.
"Then it's fine. All we need to do is bring the tribesmen there. "
After hearing Shao Xuan's words, the shaman felt much better. She decided to talk to Zheng Luo. Zheng Luo was probably under a lot of pressure, so he didn't sleep at all. Early in the morning, she heard Zheng Luo lecturing the tribesmen.
Seeing the shaman leave quickly, Shao Xuan scratched his head. He didn't think he'd encounter the same situation as last time. In his dream, he didn't encounter the sound of flowing water or the huge figures.
Two days later, the tribe gathered.
The scouting team had returned. They could walk through the forest, but there were puddles in some places. They had to be careful.
On the mountain, the fire pit was still there, but without the Yanjiao tribesmen, the fire pit had lost its purpose.
The house was still there, but no one lived there. It was empty and lonely.
In the fields, some weeds had sprouted. The crops hadn't been planted, so the tribesmen had to give up on this opportunity and save the seeds.
In the man-made river that was dug around the mountain, ducks of different colors and sizes were swimming in it. The temperature was rising quickly, the water was already warm. The ducks were lively after a harsh winter.
"Are we really leaving these for the Taihe people?" Duo Kang couldn't bear to leave them. But after they left, this place would be ownerless. They didn't want to give it to anyone else, so they could only give it to the Taihe tribe.
"They're lucky!"
"I hope they don't eat all the ducks," said someone who used to live near the duck shed.
"I don't care about the others, but I can't bear to leave those green ducks behind." The duck shed keeper kept looking back.
The long line of people left. The fat duck in the river looked at them quietly. It was confused, but it had no intention of following them. It only watched as the last person in the line crossed the bridge before turning back to swim with the other ducklings.
When the line passed by the Taihe tribe, Shao Xuan saw a group of people waiting there. Most of them were from the hunting team. They were familiar with each other, including Quan Bai and the others who stayed with the Yanjiao tribe for a long time when they planted the thousand grain gold. They were here to send them off.
This was the last time they saw each other. Whether it was the Yanjiao people or the Taihe people, they were all reluctant to part.
"Take these with you." The Taihe chief took out two large cloth bags. They were filled with the herbs they'd rushed to produce in the past two days. "Take care!"
"Thank you, take care!" Zheng Luo patted the Taihe chief's shoulder.
"Right, don't eat those green ducks over there. Take care of them. You'll be rewarded. Shao Xuan should've told you, right?" asked Zheng Luo.
"I know. Don't worry," said the Taihe chief.
Why did that sound so awkward?
They didn't hesitate anymore. They gave the two sides a short time to leave.
Two old people knelt and cried. There were Yanjiao people who had married into the Taihe tribe. There were also Taihe people who had married into the Yanjiao tribe. There hadn't been any intermarriage in recent years, but there were still some who were still alive.
They wanted to leave with the Yanjiao but they were already very old. They would only be a burden if they followed the team.
The Shaman raised his hand and patted them on the head. "Stay!"
The line set off again, gradually leaving this place where they'd lived for hundreds of years.
Zheng Luo looked back in the direction of the hill. The tall trees blocked his view. He looked back, his steps firm as he walked at the front of the line.
Their ancestors said that one day, the Yanjiao people who left would return to their homeland. This was the day their generation met.
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