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Chapter 84 The Debate Between Heaven and Earth
"Have the people from the Big Tree tribe arrived yet? They are obviously closer than us."

"Maybe we set off later than you guys, after all, it's a day or two."

"We brought some food, grains, thorns, bring things here..."

Miao Chong waved to Gu Hejing, who was holding a clay pot.

Although Miao has not participated in the tribal meeting for a long time, the rules have not been forgotten. There will be several tribes on the way. Feeling that there is not enough food, the Great River Tribe will only become poorer.

Before coming, Miao deliberately brought some more grains, intending to help these poor neighbors who had not been in touch for a long time.

Unfortunately, before they arrived, the Great River Tribe had already stored all the smoked meat hanging outside, and there were only empty smoke racks left in the cave, waiting for the day when the hunters triumphed and filled with new prey. Man, at this time, it looks no different from being destitute and penniless.

But there are still some suspicious traces left.

Like the three lynx cubs.

Xiao proudly showed off the cubs he raised to the guests. After this period of feeding, the three cubs were all a bit bigger than before, and they really grew up a little bit like a little tiger.

The guests responded to Xiao Xiao's eloquence with polite smiles, and they were surprised: they didn't have anything to eat, so where did they get the surplus food to feed the lynx?

What's even more strange is that the people of the Dahe Tribe looked flushed and radiant, and they didn't look like they had been starving for a long time.

Gu and Jing carried the clay jar in their arms to Miao and Lanhua, and lifted the lid, revealing the jar full of grains.

Miao said generously: "During our stay here, these grains should be enough to eat. When we come back from the tribal assembly, I will send someone to deliver the grains promised to you... This cold weather will be longer than usual , Eat sparingly, maybe you won’t be full, at least you won’t be as hungry as you are now.”

Everyone in the Dahe Tribe was taken aback, and their expressions suddenly became strange.

Miao didn't notice the abnormality of the hosts, so he used the speech he had prepared and talked eloquently: "You seldom eat grains, right? The cooking method of grains is particular. Use this pot to cook, add more water, and a small handful of grains. You can make a big pot of porridge."

"By the way, this pot is called a clay pot. It is a gift from the earth. It is much more heat-resistant than bamboo tubes and tree tubes. Even if it is thrown into the fire and burned for three days and three nights, it will never burn. Clay pots, one can be used for a long time...what are you doing?"

He was talking excitedly, but Gu beside him kept tugging on his sleeve.

Miao gave him an unhappy look, thinking that these juniors are getting more and more presumptuous!

Gu looked horrified, winked at Miao, and pointed behind him.

Miao turned her head and looked, dumbfounded.

I saw a row of chubby vessels standing at the base of the cave wall behind him, and they were the clay pots he was talking about!

There are not only clay pots, but also larger water urns with a bulging belly. The bright maple-like color seems to emit a dazzling fiery red light, which hurts his eyes.

He knew very well what such a perfect color meant, that this row of countless water urns were all high-quality pottery!

impossible!This is absolutely impossible!
Even sunflowers with the blood of the earth have to be fired several times before one or two high-quality pottery can be produced. Where did they come from so many!
Seeing Miao's eyes fall on the drainage urn behind her, Lan Hua explained with a smile: "We don't burn pottery recently, there are too many, we can't use them all up, and they take up space."

Orchid really didn't mean to show off, she was telling the truth, the children made a lot of weird-shaped things every day, and after burning them, they threw them everywhere, it was annoying to death.

But in the ears of the guests, these complaints are undoubtedly the troubles of happiness, and seeing the children show off their homemade clay toys, the young hunters are envious.

But Miao suddenly changed his face, and hurriedly asked: "Have you guys fired pottery recently? How can you make pottery recently? You will offend the spirit of the earth!"

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing why.

"You don't even know this?" Miao was even more puzzled, "Without the gift of the earth, how did you make pottery?"

The Yougu tribe believed in the earth. At first, it was because of planting grains. Later, they discovered clay that could be fired into pottery, and worshiped the mighty power of the earth even more.

They call the clay that can be fired into pottery "spiritual soil", which is the most spiritual part of the earth.

But the aura of the earth is limited. If too much pottery is fired, it will weaken the earth and affect the harvest of grains.

So a long time ago, the former priest of the earth set the rules, only firing pottery before the annual sacrifice, and the rest of the time, especially after the grain harvest, the power of the earth is already weak, just like a woman after childbirth, it takes a long time to burn pottery. It takes a while to recover, and pottery cannot be fired at this time.

After hearing Miao's narration, Xiao was very disapproving: "Our pottery is not a gift from the earth, but a gift from the sky! The sky is everywhere, everywhere, and the power of the sky is endless, so we can make it whenever we want. When will it be fired?"

Miao Shi smiled and said, "What does this have to do with the sky? Although I am not a priest of the earth, I also understand that pottery is made of earth, and earth is a part of the earth. This is clearly a gift from the earth."

Xiao was speechless, Miao's logic was impeccable, and he couldn't find any obvious loopholes for a while.

Seeing the people from the Dahe Tribe gaping and speechless, Miao smiled and was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue him when he suddenly heard a retort: ​​"No! No!"

Everyone looked towards the source of the sound, seeing that strange man with a pot head on his head, everyone in the Yougu Tribe was startled.

Miao looked him up and down, seeing that he was young, she didn't take it seriously, and asked with a smile, "Young man, am I wrong?"

"It's not wrong, it's not completely right." Zhang Tian said, "Pottery does contain soil, so it contains part of the power of the earth, but pottery contains not only soil, but also another thing."

The guests whispered, not understanding what the other thing Zhang Tian said was.

Miao frowned and recalled the whole process of making pottery, and said hesitantly, "You mean... water?"

"That's right, it's water!"

"But water also flows on the ground, and it contains the power of the earth."

"wrong!"

"What's wrong?"

"Where does your water come from?"

"From the stream in the valley."

"Where does the water in the stream come from?"

"From the mountain lake."

"Where does the water in the lake come from?"

"This……"

The two quickly asked and answered, and the ears of the bystanders were almost smoking, but when their brains could not keep up, Miao got stuck.

After a moment of silence, Xiao laughed loudly: "I know! The water in the lake comes from rain, and the rain comes from the sky! The water contains the power of the sky!"

(End of this chapter)