Chapter 224 8. The age of singing and dancing

Three hundred miles to the southeast, it is called Fengshan.There is a beast named Yonghe, whose shape is like an ape, with red eyes, red beak, and yellow body.The father of God Geng lived in it, and he often traveled in the abyss of Qingling, and there was light in and out, and if he saw it, his country would be defeated.There are nine bells, which are Heshuangming.There is a lot of gold on it, and there are many grains, oaks, 杻, and 橿 under it. —— "Shan Hai Jing Zhong Shan Jing" On Mount Feng, there is the beast of Yonghe. We have analyzed this beast in the previous article. This is a son of a high-ranking cadre. This person is a master at playing tricks on primitive women, but because of the protection of the chief, the people insist on nothing to do with him.

Since there is no way, let's not talk about him. Now we are talking about a strange god who has an affectionate name—Gengfu. This story is about a tribe that originally lived in a tribe with abundant water and grass and fertile land. Due to the old chief’s enthusiasm for personality worship, the tribe finally had nothing to eat and drink, and the people had to flee in all directions. . The thing is like this, the old chief, go out and take a look, wow, how blue the sky here is, how rich the products here are, it must be because I am too great, so the tribe Talented people have such a beautiful environment.Ah, the great me, the glorious me, the correct me... so who, you farmers over there, stop staring at me, come over and praise me, praise me...

Some people were timid and hurriedly put down their farm work and came to sing praises.But there are still some people who are stubborn and ignore the old chief at all.The old chief was very angry, so he said: How about, let’s do this. When the food is distributed at the end of the year, whoever sings the best praises and sings the most beautifully, we will give him more. I won't be polite to them... Now everyone was terrified, they all dropped the tools in their hands, gathered around the old chief, and sang in unison: "Old chief, old chief, you are like a farming father. Without you, there would be no sun in the sky." ;If there is no you, there will be no harvest in the ground..." The singing was so sweet that it lingered for three days, and the lingering sound was endless. The old chief burst into tears and said: "What a simple people, how can we live up to it?" Their expectation, don’t they sing the hymn to the end?” Finally, when winter came, everyone carried bags, bare feet, shivering from the cold, and stood outside the old chief’s house waiting for the distribution of food.But the farmers have spent the whole year singing their praises, so how can they distribute the food?