Give Me the Name of God

Water, poured on the sand, dry sand will become wet sand, this is Manda can understand.

The wet sand will turn into soil when it is left for a while, which Manda cannot understand.

Gaia's maid, Arante, is using her method to create land in the vast desert.

Her life is simple and pure, and she follows a strict routine of work and rest every day.

In the morning, transport water and create land.

After lunch, we sprinkled seeds on the finished land and then watered it.

After dinner, I danced for Gaia until dawn.

Manda reminded Arrant: "Your life is only work, no rest!"

Alante reminded Manda: "Your waist is not twisted hard enough, so you have no food to eat."

Dancing is indeed not what Manda is good at, especially this kind of quaint dance. Manda thinks it is more suitable for women. It needs flexible joints and round curves, but Alantra is unambiguous. As long as one movement is not in place, the whole dance is all To start again.

Not only is it harsh to dance, but Arante is harsh to everything.

Manda felt that it was too hard to move water every day, so he proposed to build a canal, but Arante refused.

Manda felt that the desert in the afternoon was too hot, and hoped to extend the lunch break, but Arante refused.

Manda felt that his daily food was too light. There were salt and other seasonings in his rucksack. He wanted to improve the taste of his diet and was rejected by Arante.

Manda felt that the long night was too long. Apart from dancing, could he have some other exchanges, but Arante refused.

Alante rejected all Manda's ideas, but Manda's ideas never stopped.

"This brooch is for you," Manda took out a pure gold brooch. "With it, you can fold the robe to look better."

The robe of the classical period is a square cloth, and the different styles depend on folding and fixing of brooches.

Alante looked at the brooch, shook his head and said, "I don't need this kind of thing, simplicity is the most admired beauty of the goddess."

"Add a touch of gorgeous embellishment to the simplicity, the simple part will become purer, and the gorgeous part will become more perfect." Manda personally put on the brooch for Arrant.

Arante took off the brooch and threw it aside: "How can it be called pure nonsense, simple with impurities? Have I taught you how to dance?"

"I did learn the dance, but it's still a bit monotonous while singing and dancing." Manda took out a flute, "I can accompany you."

"The dance of the goddess does not need these noisy musical instruments, the human voice is bestowed by the goddess, and can sing the most beautiful tunes."

Manda said: "The most beautiful tune must be simple?"

"Yes!" Arrant replied very firmly.

Manda had no choice but to sing simple ballads, and continued to dance simple dances with Arante.

Manda, who hadn't closed her eyes for two consecutive nights, fell asleep while dancing, staying in a position where she was about to twist her waist but had not yet twisted out.

Arante wanted to kick him up with a kick, but he didn't control the intensity of the kick and kicked Manda directly into the haystack.

Manda snored heartily in the soft dry grass, Arante smiled and continued to dance in the moonlight.

After jumping, two petals slowly fell in the air and landed on Arante.

Arante took the petals from his shoulders and black hair and glanced at it.

The two petals, one yellow and the other blue, are slender in shape and pure in color, which is in line with Arante's aesthetic.

Arante raised his head and looked at the sky.

She put the petals in her palms and took a breath.

The petals were dancing in the night breeze, and the yellow petals began to fade, gradually becoming exactly the same as the blue petals.

"Your lies are still so perfunctory." Arrant sneered, watching the petal rain falling from the sky.

Two colors of blue and yellow, countless petals, hovering in the air, brought rare vitality to the desolate desert.

Arante waved his hand and the yellow sand rushed into the sky. Before the petals fell to the ground, he rubbed them into dust with flying sand.

Back in the cave, Arante lost his dancing mood and sat quietly in a daze by the haystack.

Manda snored like thunder, and Arante frowned with his rough sleeping face.

Arante picked up the brooch in the corner and breathed into it.

The pure gold brooch was still golden. Arante wanted to wear it on his clothes, but the design of the brooch was a bit complicated. Arante tried it and threw it aside.

Manda woke up, it was noon the next day, and Arante was nowhere to be seen in the cave.

Walking outside the cave, Manda was stunned. The seeds sown three days ago actually gave birth to wheat seedlings four or five inches high.

What kind of wheat is this? How could it grow so fast?

And the growth rate is too uneven. Yesterday the seeds hadn't broken the soil, but the wheat seedlings grew so tall today?

"Some good fertilizer was applied last night, and the wheat grows well," Arrant appeared suddenly behind him and handed the pitcher to Manda. "There is another important thing to tell you that you have no food for lunch today. ."

"why?"

"Because you didn't open up farming land this morning, and you didn't perform a dance for the goddess last night."

Manda defended: "I gave a dance, I have been dancing last night."

"It doesn't count if you dance in a dream," Arante wiped his sweat and looked at Manda with his arms akimbo. "I'm all for your good. If you are not religious enough to the goddess, you will never see a goddess in this life!"

Manda looked at Arrant, a little lost.

She is so beautiful, she looks really beautiful in the wheat field, if the wheat seedlings are taller, it will set off her more beautifully.

In the afternoon, Manda watered the wheat fields and continued to dance with Arante in the evening.

"Twist your waist to the left, palms down, and keep your eyes on the earth!"

"Twist your waist to the right, palm up, and keep your eyes on the earth!"

"Bend down, stretch out your right hand, face the sky, and keep your eyes on the earth!"

"Wait a minute!" Manda said, looking at Arrant.

"As long as your heart is pious, you can do it."

"It has nothing to do with piety, eyes are on the face!"

"In your heart, you must maintain absolute respect for the goddess of the earth!"

"I respect him very much, but the eyes are still on the face!"

"It makes sense," Aran Nodded. "You will have nothing to eat tomorrow morning."

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The next day, Manda did not eat breakfast, watered the wheat, accidentally broke a clay pot, and had no food for lunch.

In the evening, I didn't pay enough attention when learning dancing, and I didn't have any food the next morning.

On the third night, Manda felt that dancing was too boring, and taught Arrant to play backgammon. Arante liked it very much and rewarded Manda with a spoonful of honey.

On the fourth night, Manda played backgammon with Arrant and won 12 games in a row.

On the fifth day, there was no food for one day.

On the sixth day, pests appeared in the wheat field.

"What can I do, these bugs will eat up the wheat seedlings!" Alante was at a loss, and Manda was curious. This girl is not the first time she is farming.

In this era without pesticides, the best way to deal with pests is to catch them by hand.

"There are not many pests, let's catch it!" Manda rolled up his sleeves.

"No!" Arante shook his head. "Insects are also creatures. We can't trample on creatures at will."

"Wheat is also a living being. Are we still going to eat its seeds? Look at those wild beasts. Are they going to eat their prey?"

"That's different. We eat crops to survive, and wild beasts eat prey for survival."

"We kill pests, this is also for survival, for our food, this is the same essence as the hunting of wild animals."

"It's still different," Arante shook his head. "The wild beast will eat its prey. The life of the prey is not wasted. It becomes a part of the wild beast. We kill the bug, and the bug's life is wasted."

Manda looked at Arante inexplicably: "Have you ever farmed before?"

"My mission is to cultivate."

"What did you do when you encountered pests before?"

"Pray for them to eat less~www.readwn.com~ at least leave me a little grain."

"I now know why you are hungry." Manda sighed and walked into the wheat field.

"What are you going to do?" Arante asked nervously.

"Hunt!" Manda grabbed a finger-thick, two-inch large caterpillar, removed his head, and stuffed it into his mouth.

After some chewing, Manda exclaimed: "Its life has become a part of me."

Arante, the dark girl, seemed to turn pale.

"You, have you eaten it?"

Manda grabbed one and gave it to Arrant: "It tastes pretty good."

"That's it, have you eaten it?"

"This is the most delicious food, but you may not be used to it," Manda ate another one and smacked his lips. "Put it in a clay pot, bake it, sprinkle a spoonful of honey, I can cry for you."