novelhk Chapter 329 Bonfire Party
Chapter 329 Bonfire Party
"It's so magical! Hao, excuse me for asking, are the high priest's predictions always accurate?" Gu Xiang asked curiously.
"Of course! We rely on the high priest's prophecy to avoid disaster and seek good fortune.
As far as I can remember, the high priest's prophecies have never failed.
What’s more magical is that after each high priest passes away, the new high priest will inherit the priesthood in a dream, so the high priest is the one chosen by the gods. "Mu Zhen Tianhao explained seriously.
Gu Xiang now has great faith in these gods and immortals, and he firmly believes them after hearing them.
Gu Fu and Song Renjing were skeptical.
As night fell, King Muzhen led the people of his tribe to worship the heaven under the leadership of the high priest.
After completing the worship ceremony, King Muzhen and Muzhen Tianhao supported the high priest on the left and right to climb onto the stone platform.
After the high priest sat down, he closed his eyes and no longer cared about anything else.
Led by King Muzhen, everyone came to the firewood pile and lit a bonfire.
The bonfire was lit, and the tribesmen began to grill meat. They skewered the mutton, hare, fish, etc. hunted by the children with suitable iron forks and grilled them by the campfire.
Some people were heating milk and milk bricks, and the women were busy preparing food as the bonfire party began.
Only children were running around, or running around busy adults.
The busy women were chatting happily while working on their work.
I don't know who started singing the grassland songs first.
It should be a song widely circulated in the tribe, and soon everyone started singing along.
Several people who were good at playing musical instruments played the huqia, and those who could play the horse-head fiddle also joined in the accompaniment.
The elders of the Youmujin tribe took out their beloved patinated drums, beat the rhythm, and chanted the tribe's traditional songs.
“Huh? Huh? Huh?”
As soon as the melodious and familiar tune sounded, Mu Zhen Tianhao explained to the group, "We can listen to stories in Grandpa Hani's songs."
Several people immediately listened carefully.
The lyrics at the beginning are supposed to be a praise to the successive Muzhen kings, from the first generation to the current generation of kings.
"On this vast grassland,
There was a great king,
He shines like the sun.
……
The king of our Mujin tribe,
Have a compassionate heart like the ocean.
Treat the tribesmen with warmth and kindness like spring..."
After a song praising the king of the Muzhen tribe and describing the events, the last lyrics are: "We are the Muzhen tribe,
Flying like an eagle,
Farewell to the old mountains and rivers,
The new grassland is the fire of hope.
Look at the green grass like waves and the flocks of sheep like clouds.
The horse gallops in the wind, this is God's blessing.
The Muzhen tribe, on this new plain, embraces nature until the end of time.
……
Let our stories spread like the wind.
This harmonious beauty is our eternal treasure.
Let the name of Muzhen be forever established in the grasslands!"
Although it was Grandpa Hani who first started singing this song, everyone in the tribe knows this song.
When Song Renjing saw the example of the grassland, he was impressed by the cohesion of the tribe and an idea came to his mind.
But I also feel that my family doesn’t seem to have such a tradition of inheritance, and cannot compose such a song.
He told his thoughts to the Gu brothers and sisters, "Their tribe is really united. Everyone can sing the inheritance song, and everyone knows their own development history. Do you think we can follow suit?"
After hearing this, Gu Fu silently gave a thumbs up in his heart, thinking that Brother Jing had learned it.
"Brother Jing, their grassland tribe is like a big family. The king is like a big patriarch, passed down from generation to generation.
If you want to unite the people, you can write a national anthem.
A song that can inspire people and bring them strength will bring us closer every time we sing the national anthem. This can also strengthen our cohesion.”
Song Renjing thought about it seriously. In fact, this method has been used in some small places, such as military war songs.
Soldiers would chant before every battle, which not only boosted morale but also made them more united.
I just had never experienced it before, but now that I see it with my own eyes, I realize how good it is.
Thinking of this, Song Renjing kept this matter in mind and planned to write a letter to inform the Emperor of this idea after returning.
As soon as the song was finished, someone started singing the next one.
The women then distributed the roasted meat to the king and everyone present, singing joyfully.
As distinguished guests of the Muzhen tribe, Gu Fu and his companions were seated just after Muzhen Tianhao. Even the eldest prince and the second prince were placed below them.
This time, the barbecue was added with the barbecue ingredients provided by Gu Fu, and the overbearing aroma went straight into everyone's nose.
After the king at the top had eaten, they could no longer wait and cut the meat with knives and began to eat it in big mouthfuls.
Song Renjing and Gu Xiang carefully cut the meat into small pieces for his sister, put them on a plate, and prepared a pot of milk tea for Gu Fu.
Only then did they start to follow the local customs and eat the meat with big mouthfuls. According to the custom of the grassland, there was no saying that boys could not drink alcohol, so they poured mare's milk wine for the two of them.
It was not the first time for Gu Xiang and Song Renjing to drink. Bianye did not refuse. He imitated the people of the Muzhen tribe and began to eat meat and drink wine with big mouthfuls.
While her two brothers were not paying attention, Gu Fu asked the young lady in charge of pouring wine in the tribe to pour her a glass of kumis. However, the young lady thought she was too young and did not want to give it to her.
After some silent pulling, she was finally given a small bite.
After Gu Fu finished drinking, he smacked his lips. It was unclear whether it was because this glass of wine was "hard to come by" or because he drank it secretly without telling his brothers.
In short, Gu Fu felt that the wine tasted extremely delicious.
After everyone had eaten the delicious barbecue, melodious music was heard again. The tribesmen began to sing simple tunes and dance around the campfire.
Gu Fu also quietly told Zhibao, "Remember to find a good angle to help us record the video and play it for Grandpa and the others when we get back."
"Yes, miss." Zhibao responded.
In Daxia, dancing is generally something that only women do. Seeing people of all ages and genders dancing on the field, Gu Xiang and Song Renjing felt extremely uncomfortable.
It was not until he was pulled down by Mu Zhen Tianhao and the other two princes and turned around twice with them that he got the hang of it and figured out the rhythm and movements, that he felt better.
Next came the performance of the tribal men, who expressed the danger and excitement of hunting through dance.
The two then discovered that the man's dance was not weird at all, but rather very powerful, and coupled with the sound of drums, it was quite shocking.
It was a carnival, and people played until almost the hour of Yin. Except for those on duty, everyone else returned to the camp to rest.
The high priest was still sitting motionless on the stone platform, not at all disturbed by the bustle here.