Chapter 691: Elderly female priest

Sunshine is a very selfless thing, no matter good or bad, no matter whether it is barren or rich, it does not hesitate to shed its own light and shroud them under its own light.
Of course, except for the corners where the sun can not reach.
Under the autumn sun, there is a relatively flat area with a not-so-tidy thatched cottage.
Thatched cottage is irregularly round, and the top is also irregularly round.
The thatched house is not high, even the highest part of the roof of the thatched house is only more than one meter high from the ground.
There are about thirty or forty of these thatched houses, which seem to be a little messy covering this area.
Around the group of thatched houses, there is a circle of simple fences made of branches and stones, enclosing this area. Although it is not tight, it still gives people a sense of security.
In the yard of this tribe, there are some women and some old people, squatting on a clearing in the middle of the yard, with some flat sticks in their hands, constantly beating something.
These are some kind of vines that have been dried in the sun. These plants have some pods on them, which are now mixed with the vines.
With the beating of these shirtless people surrounded by animal skins, the pods mixed in the vines will burst, and some gray-brown seeds will pop out of them.
Some minors who were not afraid of getting their feet ran away barefoot on them.
Some pods were trampled open by them.
Of course, these small gray-brown particles that have been beaten out are round and slippery, and sometimes when their feet slip, some minors will fall to the ground.
Such a beating is nothing to these minors, and they quickly get up from the ground and continue to run on it.
This tribe with domed thatched houses and simple fences is different from most tribes in this era.
There are not many trees growing in a large area around this tribe.
These trees were obviously removed artificially.
A lot of things grow in these places where there are not many trees.
Except for some weeds, there are more vine-like plants that grow, just like those that are being beaten by the people in the tribe.
Many of the leaves on this vine-like plant have turned yellow, and a lot of them have fallen on the ground.
After the vines were opened, the finely scorched leaves fell on the ground underneath, and the itching of the feet on the top would make the kind of fine noise peculiar to dead leaves.
Someone with a stronger body would bend over to grab the root of the vine with both hands, uproot it, and set it aside.
Most of those who do this kind of work are primitive females in short skins.
Some primitive males who are not very strong are also in this ranks, doing the same thing.
However, when these male primitives do such things, they are not fast, and most of them are overtaken by the female primitives around them.
It's not that the male primitives who are not very strong are not as fast as these female primitives.
It only takes a little longer to find out why these male primitives are unhappy and lag behind.
Because these guys squatting on the ground, after pulling up some of these vines, they will pause for a while, and look up at the hominid women who bend over and pull the vines not far in front of them.
After watching it for a while, there will be some silent smiles, but this smile carries some insignificant meaning in it...
In the middle of these domed houses, there is a round house that is larger than the other houses.
At this time a person came out of the house.
These rooms are all facing south, and the openings for people to enter and exit are all facing south.
It was only when I was away from it that I realized that this kind of low-looking round thatched cottage actually had something inside.
The space inside it is much larger than you think outside.
This is mainly due to the fact that these houses are not flush with the ground, but have been dug down a lot.
In this way, the height inside is suitable for human survival.
This man followed the ridge excavated with things at the entrance of the cave, bowed his body and walked out of the house step by step to see the scene in the courtyard.
This is a young woman, and she can tell from her white hair and the two sagging in front of her.
She stood here for a while, then walked towards the middle of the courtyard.
It can be seen that this older primitive female has a high prestige in this tribe.
As she arrived, these people who were working all cast respectful glances at her and said something to say hello.
Even the running minors appeared much more honest after the primitive female came over.
This older primitive man is a wise man of this tribe, and he can also be used as a witch or sacrifice. There is not much difference at this time.
After she came here ~EbookFREE.me~ looked for a while, and squatted behind an older minor.
Reaching out one hand, holding the hand of the minor holding the stick, raised and lowered, after repeating it seven or eight times in a row, she released her hand and let the minor do it herself, she watched.
After a while, I held her hand in my hand and taught it again. Seeing that the minor was beating more and more, he squatted down and dealt with the vines together with the people around.
The sun is moving inch by inch above the sky. When the sun is slanting west and people in the ground around the tribe begin to carry or carry the vines pulled down today to the tribe, these people in the tribe have also These things have been cleaned out.
The beaten vine was set aside, leaving only a pile of small gray-brown fruits.
At this time, the sacrificial priest of this tribe was holding an irregular, round earthen jar in his hand to hold these gray-brown fruits.
She did this very seriously, and every time she flattened the pot, then poured it into the grass basket on the side.
And every time a pot is poured, a small stone that has been sharpened is used, and a path is drawn vertically on the other larger stone.
Several rows of these lines have been marked on this stone slab.
After loading all the gray-brown seeds here, the priest looked at the stone slab in front of him and sighed slightly.
Compared with the previous ones, the row of roads drawn up recently is much less.
"#￥5$!"
After sighing and looking at the slate in a daze, cheers suddenly rang from the tribe.
The priest turned his head to look out of the tribe, and then smiled.
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