All the savage is jealous, I will farm

The sun shines through the branches, and the temperature in the summer morning is still very cool. Everyone in the Huangping tribe gathers their eyes on the tall altar, where there are the freshest offerings.

"It's not a grand ceremony today, why is it so grand?" Many people whispered below.

"My lord envoy must have something important to report to the gods, that's why he is so grandiose, we just need to watch carefully."

"I sacrifice to God today, I will report..." The bamboo slips in Su Yao's hand.

This is the first time in the tribe that no priests appeared during the sacrifice, nor did they sing the sacrifice song and perform the dance of the gods and witches.

Su Yao took the place of the priest and stood alone on the tall altar. The "Book of Confession to the Gods" compiled in his hand replaced the role of the sacrificial song.

"From now on, take 'God Bless' as your home, protect each other with your life, and swear to defend our tribe to the death."

After reading the short [-]-character confession to the gods, the bamboo slips were thrown into the burning smoke furnace, and Su Yao solemnly bowed three times to the distant mountains and long rivers.

Everyone followed him and gave a big gift.

"The sacrifice is over, sir priest and Lord Zhongli, please take your seats." Three chairs were placed on the altar, and Su Yao appeared leisurely in a clean white robe, his delicate face was now tinged with a sense of dignity.

This nobility is not accumulated by rich food and force, but the irreversible aura cultivated by living in a high position for a long time.

The priest walked in front of Zhongli, but he took the initiative to choose the position on Su Yao's right.

Zhong Li didn't stop walking, and walked directly to the position near Su Yao's left and sat down.

After the two sat in their respective positions, Su Yao signaled the others under the altar to sit on their respective futons.

"Everyone must already know what I want to say." Su Yao's tone was unhurried: "Just now I have clarified my purpose to the gods, and the gods have also approved it. From now on, the Huangping tribe will be renamed the 'God Blessed Tribe' '."

Although everyone in the audience looked surprised, they had gotten used to obeying Su Yao's orders in the past few months, and they didn't feel much resistance to the news.

"Don't worry, everyone." Su Yao continued, "It's just a name change. I am still the envoy of our tribe, and the priest is still the high priest of the God Blessing Tribe. No one can change this."

"Yes, my lord envoy!" Everyone responded in unison.

In fact, everyone knows that the priest is very old, and who knows how long he can live?

But God made adults are willing to give priests such important rights, it can be seen that God made adults have a kind heart.

Su Yao gave the priest enough respect, and in exchange for the hearts of the tribe.

"Speaking of which, our tribe hasn't elected a new patriarch for a long time." Su Yao seemed to be talking about everyday life, talking about major events that affected everyone's nerves without haste: "I just communicated with the gods, but the gods instructed the gods to bless the tribe. No patriarch is needed."

"The gods actually gave such instructions? The tribe can't live without a leader!"

"How can this be good?"

Everyone was discussing for a while, and the scene became more and more noisy.

Su Yao quietly watched them change from discussion to quarrel, panic and uneasiness enveloped the entire crowd in the big venue.

Su Yao waited until everyone's panic reached its peak, then it would be easier for him to achieve his goal.

"Quiet." Shitou and Suya were the first to speak out to maintain order, and their soldiers and the Mulan army immediately sat silent.

Almost at the same time, Qingshui Chushan and the others also scolded their soldiers and controlled the noisy crowd.

Realizing that something was wrong, the other idle people in the tribe immediately shut up, staring at the people on the altar just like the warriors.

The mountain wind blows, bringing a little coolness.

Everyone only felt that Su Yao's face was a little blurred under the blowing of the mountain wind.

The only thing left in the hall was the sound of their breathing, and the silent pressure began to spread on everyone.

It wasn't until some people couldn't bear the pressure and beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads that Su Yao slowly opened his mouth:

"Since I am the envoy of God Blessing the Tribe, I naturally want to share everyone's worries. I have already asked the reason clearly: God does not allow the tribe to have a patriarch, because the son of God is in our tribe."

"Son of God is a child born to the world by a god through a mortal body." Su Yao's sharp eyes swept across the crowd, giving them hints:

"The Son of God encountered ups and downs when he was young, but he did not die because of adversity. Instead, he was able to grow to a height that others could not reach, and finally awakened as the Son of God."

Having said that, everyone has already turned their attention to Zhongli.

There is no need for Su Yao to say it again, they have automatically brought Zhongli into the identity of the Son of God, and they consciously have an explanation for many things that they couldn't figure out before.

"It turns out that the ups and downs Mr. Zhongli experienced when he was young were all tempered by the gods?"

"No wonder he went hunting alone when he was young, and he came back intact."

"I'll just say why the envoy came to our tribe, and why he followed Master Zhongli wholeheartedly. It turns out that the two of them have a relationship."

"Master God Envoy and God Son, aren't they a match made in heaven?"

Su Yao was very satisfied with everyone's brainstorming and self-justification, which also saved him a lot of time to explain.

"Just as everyone thinks, Zhongli is the Son of God reborn. And I came to our tribe because there is a Son of God here."

Everyone suddenly realized that all the problems had a reasonable explanation.

"I announce in the name of the envoy of the gods that starting from today, the 'Wild Ping Tribe' will be officially renamed as the 'God Blessed Tribe' under the witness of the gods, and Zhongli is the son of God in the tribe, in charge of the power of the patriarch."

Su Yao's voice spread to every corner of the venue, and fell heavily on everyone's hearts.

Everyone only felt an inexplicable sadness in their hearts. After all, it was a name that had been passed down by word of mouth since childhood. Now it has changed suddenly, and there is indeed something inappropriate.

But soon the imagining of the future attracted their thoughts again, "God bless the tribe, how big will the tribe blessed by the gods be in the future?"

After talking about Zhongli, the totem in the tribe should also be known and firmly remembered by everyone. From now on, the place where the totem appears will represent the majesty of the God Blessed Tribe.

On the cotton cloth soaked with black stone, there is a huge and bright red character embroidered on it. At first glance, it looks like the mountain system and huge river plain where the God Blessed Tribe is located.

But after looking carefully, you can tell that it is a big "God" character, and the red thread on it is also embroidered with cotton thread soaked in the flower juice of flamingo flower and color-fixing powder.

"This totem is really beautiful."

"It's prettier than any tribal totem I've ever seen."

Seeing the totem on the altar, even the soldiers who had been sitting quietly couldn't help but feel excited.

The Huangping tribe has been in decline for so many years, and the totem does not know where it is lost.

"Envoy bless~" Qing Shui was the first to shout out this slogan.

Immediately afterwards, the crowd also shouted loudly together: "God Envoy Lord Bless" "God Son Lord Bless"

There was a wave of shouting in the big hall, and everyone couldn't help standing up from the futons, waving their arms and shouting with all their strength.

On the altar, Su Yao was very satisfied with everyone's performance. He turned his head to look at Zhongli beside him with a little complacency in his heart, but he bumped into a group of focused and affectionate gazes as soon as he turned his head.

As if his eyes were scorched by the flames, Su Yao quickly turned his head to face the people under the altar again, his heart beating extremely strongly.

The priest on the side had already had tears in his eyes, and now he was lowering his head, wiping his tears with a cotton kerchief.

With a long sigh of relief, Su Yao raised his hand to stop everyone: "Everyone, please sit quietly, there is another thing."

Everyone sat down immediately after hearing the words, and didn't even have time to tell whether the futon on the ground belonged to them or not.

"Nowadays, the storage of potatoes, sweet potatoes and ground roots in the tribe can basically meet everyone's usual food needs. There is still a long time before the cold winter. Have you ever thought about what to plant in the ground next?"

"Hey, God Envoy really understands us. I still want to continue planting potatoes. It's delicious even if I'm full. I won't get tired of eating it."

"I'm different from you. I want to grow rice crackers. Rice crackers are so delicious."

"Growing Vegetables and Dried Vegetables" "Growing Roots and Beans"

Everyone was discussing in a hurry, and they didn't forget to listen to Su Yao's next words.

"I have discussed with Priest Shenzi that we will distribute the fields opened up in the tribe to everyone to plant by themselves. It doesn't matter what kind of planting in the tribe, everyone decides for themselves."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present couldn't believe it at first, and then they were ecstatic.

Ah Huo at the side brought up a big bamboo slip, on which was written the household registration and status of all the people in the tribe. These were made by Su Yao after a long time, and they were also the basis for land distribution.

"But one thing you all need to know is that the food you harvest must be handed over to the tribe before the land can be distributed to you for farming. If you can't do this, then forget it."

The discussion gradually quieted down, and no one expressed their opinion yet. Su Yao was not in a hurry and gave them enough time to think.

A few minutes passed, and someone finally raised his hand first and asked, "My lord envoy, how much do we have to hand in?"

Su Yao asked back: "How much do you think is acceptable to hand in?"

The person who raised his hand hesitated for a while and then replied, "Half?"

Everyone was silent, and the person who raised his hand smiled and said: "If there is more, it is fine, but you can't hand it all in. My daughter-in-law is probably going to give me a big fat baby. I want to save some meat for the baby to eat." .”

Everyone laughed in good faith, obviously they thought so too, as long as they didn't hand in all of them.

Su Yao also laughed: "Don't worry about this, you won't starve your dolls."

Zhong Li also answered: "We have already discussed that we will only take [-]% of all your harvest, and you will handle the rest by yourself."

"Thirty percent? Really?"

"Then can we keep the rest by ourselves?"

There was another burst of excited noise. At this time, the three people on the high platform did not intend to stop the crowd, and allowed them to discuss excitedly.

And a very faint spiritual power fluctuated back and forth between Su Yao and Zhong Li, and it was the two of them who were using spiritual power to convey a message: "Didn't we discuss [-]%, how did it become [-]%?"

It was Su Yao who was asking the question. He didn't think much about Zhongli taking over his words and raising the tax rate to [-]%, so he asked the reason directly.

Zhongli chuckled, "Ah Yao, it's almost time for the tribal assembly, and the soldiers should also prepare more food and grass."

The author has something to say:

Ah, Dengguo is not working anymore, I have a lot of saved manuscripts.They are all on the top, but they can't climb up, crying!