The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the Qiu Tower.
Seeing that there was no movement from the second floor, the onlookers dispersed in twos and threes and returned home to prepare dinner. After all, there would be a cremation ceremony for the dead soldiers later.
The old chief sitting quietly outside the ward remained in the same position as before, motionless. It was not until the sound of soft footsteps came from inside that he suddenly opened his eyes.
"Squeak"
The wooden door slowly opened.
Fu Shiyi, who looked tired, walked out of it with a smile on her face:
"Old chief, fortunately you have lived up to your command."
"Young Master Qi is fine. Your wife's condition has improved a lot after she had a kidney transplant! However, they need to rest for a while. If it is not necessary, it is best not to disturb them by anyone else."
The old chief was so excited that he could not speak for a long time.
He saluted Fu Shiyi solemnly and quickly entered the room.
The guards on the side looked at Fu Shiyi again, but they were full of admiration.
Fu Shiyi waited for the old chief to see the two patients, and then gave a few instructions for attention, then went downstairs and returned to his hut first.
This time the kidney transplant surgery.
It was much smoother than she expected.
The physiques of the two patients, especially Mr. Qi's aunt, were more than ten times better than those of their qi practitioners. As soon as she had the kidney connected, a majestic energy in her body instantly enveloped the kidney, only half of it. Hours of time have become one with her.
Less than half a month.
I'm afraid Mr. Qi's aunt will be cured!
"Is this the advantage of physical training?!"
Fu Shi came downstairs and looked back at the flags waving in the wind upstairs. It would be great if he could exchange their cultivation techniques and bring them back to the clan to practice for those clansmen who do not have spiritual roots. .
But, before that.
We still have to figure out how they detect whether they have a cultivation physique.
Sister Niu, who was waiting downstairs, saw Fu Shiyi come out and greeted her. When she learned that the kidney transplant was successful, a bright smile instantly bloomed on her face, and her eyes were full of awe for Fu Shiyi:
"Miss Fu, thank you for your hard work!"
"The old chief sent a sumptuous dinner to our room early in the morning. I'm putting it in a pot to warm. Do you think we should eat first or rest for a while?"
The two of them talked and arrived in front of the house.
Fu Shiyi had only lost a little mental energy, and now he was slowly recovering, so he asked Sister Niu to serve the food. The food was indeed much richer than before, and there were four hot dishes alone.
How could she finish eating alone?
Fu Shiyi took the wooden bowl and picked out a few things he liked.
Then he asked Sister Niu to take the dishes away:
"Sister Niu, if you don't mind it, you can take the remaining vegetables back and give them to Hu Zi as a toothpaste, otherwise it would be a waste!"
The smile on Sister Niu's face became even brighter.
Even if they were celebrating the New Year, mother and son couldn't eat these dishes. It was the old chief who made such rich dishes to reward Miss Fu, so there was nothing objectionable about them.
"Thank you, Miss Fu!"
Sister Niu didn't hesitate. She walked out of the wooden door with the food in hand and returned to her small house in a few steps. The pots and stoves were cold in the house. Obviously Huzi didn't come back to cook!
"This damn boy, where did he go? He is homeless every day!"
"Tiger, tiger!"
"It's time to eat, come back quickly!"
Sister Niu muttered and put the dishes away. She left the room and shouted at a loud voice. Within half a quarter of an hour, Huzi ran back with a jump. When she saw the table full of hard vegetables, her eyes were shining and her chopsticks were also wet. He stopped taking it and grabbed a piece of Linghu meat with his hand and threw it into his mouth:
"Mmm, it smells so good!"
"This Linghu meat is really just like Goudan said. Mom, where did you get it? It's so delicious!"
Hu Zi still wanted to reach out and grab it.
With a "snap", Sister Niu slapped the back of his hand with her chopsticks:
"It's already this time. If you don't cook at home, why are you out in the wild?"
"Mom, I'm not going to play. I'm going to help prepare the materials for soaking the soldiers' corpses."
Huzi only ate the food but didn't eat. He had obviously eaten at another place, his mouth was full and he muttered. Sister Niu was afraid that he would be choked, so she stretched out her hand to help Huzi along his back, and said in surprise:
"Isn't the sacrificial tower finished yet? Why are you preparing to soak the materials?"
Huzi put a piece of Linghu meat to Sister Niu's mouth, and asked her to sit down and eat, while muttering:
"There were too many warriors sacrificed this time. The priest said there was no time to build two-story sacrificial towers, so he changed them to one-story sacrificial towers. When I came back, twelve sacrificial towers were built and the corpses of the warriors were soaked. Then, use a white cloth to pick it up and put it in a big bamboo basket to dry. When the time comes, the cremation ceremony will be held."
Sister Niu couldn't help but sigh a few times.
The mother and son finished the meal. Huzi patted his bulging belly with a happy face, then patted his head and said to Sister Niu who was clearing the dishes:
"By the way, mother, I almost forgot to tell you. The priest asked you to tell Miss Fu about the precautions for the cremation of our tribe later, lest she violates the taboo and collides with the messenger of the underworld!"
Huzi rested for a while and then went out again.
Sister Niu put away the dishes and chopsticks, and then went to Fu Shiyi's room. She explained some taboo matters regarding the cremation of the Meng tribe, and then handed a black cloth belt to Fu Shiyi:
"After the cremation is over, Miss Fu, please cover your eyes with a piece of cloth and wait until the priest lets us take it off before taking it off."
Follow the rules of the Meng tribe.
Residents who died fighting for the tribe can enjoy the cremation ceremony supported by the priests, and can be buried in the Meng tribe's heroic soul cave after cremation.
Although Fu Shiyi is an outsider, he lives in the tribe and needs to attend the cremation ceremony. She followed Sister Niu out of the north gate, and after a while, she arrived at the priest's place behind the tribe.
At a glance, Fu Shiyi saw sacrificial towers of different shapes, including cow-shaped, lion-shaped, half-elephant, half-fish-shaped, etc. These all depended on the deceased's contribution to the tribe during his lifetime. The greater the contribution, the greater the contribution. The creatures symbolized by the sacrificial tower are even more noble and rare!
At this time, people from the tribe had arrived in large numbers.
Crowds of people formed a circle.
The old chief and an old priest with a gray beard stood on the altar. The guards nodded at the heads and confirmed that everyone had arrived. The priest then asked people to carry out the soaked and dried bodies of the warriors.
With the entrance of the corpse.
The music is ringing!
When the four soldiers carrying the corpse passed by Fu Shiyi, she smelled a special fragrance. This should be the effect of soaking. What surprised her was that the corpse could be preserved in such a short period of time. The inside is dry!
Four warriors each lifted a corpse and placed it into the sacrificial tower.
The implication is obviously to transport the dead into the arms of those they worshiped in life.
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