Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Regardless of the legend, and regardless of how much the process of praying for rain had changed, in any case, one thing was certain that the people of the Rain tribe were very realistic. …

No matter what lies you made, only if it could make a difference, they would believe what you said and would strictly make it. Otherwise, even if you paid much more but failed to satisfy them, they would brutalize the liar.

How much high they boost you up before, then how much heavily they would throw you down, and then push you into the fire pit. Yang Sui was an example.

Compared to the Flaming Horn tribe, the Rain tribe’s Shaman was really at a low level. However, Shamans also differed from each other. If the Flaming Horn tribe also had Shaman like the Rain tribe’s, it would be no different from the Rain tribe now.

What Shao Xuan thought was that it depends.

Probably, since he thought he would only live for a few days, Yang Sui withheld nothing. In many cases, he couldn’t talk to people of his tribe, because it would be considered too blasphemous, but he could talk to the foreigners because outsiders had never recognized other tribes’ affair. Yang Sui needn’t care anything when he talked to the outsider, and he could vent his grievances by the way.

After a short silence, Yang Sui lowered his eyes, waving the oxtail in his hand, he sang with his hoarse voice, “the light drizzle, the mud covers the road… god in heaven, rain is the clothes… please your…”

Original translation from wangmamaread.

It’s a song that every person of the Rain tribe could sing.

When no one could pray for the rain anymore? And how many years had passed since then?

Hundreds of years? Thousands of years? Or even longer?

“the light drizzle, the mud covers the road, what kind of scene was that? I really want to see it again,” said Yang Sui.

The records left by the ancestors were incomplete, but the songs passed down from generation to generation were known to everyone. The pity of it was that no one could imagine the scene this song depicted. Neither the people who knew it. Because the people who knew had been gone.

“It’s said that the rain will drop like the line and the ground will be covered by the mud when praying for rain succeed. The bare-foot people will walk in the wet cold mud and enjoy the bath of the rain.” Said Yang Sui.

Mud, had no derogatory sense here. For the people of the Rain tribe, ‘mud’ was a desirable image, because, in most of their memories, the ground was always hard and cracked.

Speaking of that, the girl named Mi Xu that Shao Xuan had seen yesterday came over. It seemed that she was seized with uncontrollable rage. Maybe she never thought she could meet Shao Xuan here. The surprise on her face flashed and disappeared, she didn’t pay much attention to Shao Xuan and turned to Yang Sui sitting on the floor.

“Another two threw up their jobs! Assholes!” Mi Xu appeared enraged.

Yang Sui’s hand holding the oxtail quivered, then he said quietly, “Just let them go, I will double the shell coin for those who want to do it.”

“It’s no use adding more coins!” Shouted Mi Xu. “He Chao has taken them with the shell coin! They can also give them more coins! One has left yesterday. It’s hard to find someone to supply the lack, but now he has left! Who else can we look for?! Who knows if anyone will leave today!”

The “He Chao” Mi Xu said was the Shaman who had competed with Yang Sui, Yang Sui won then. But now, the chef Hang Mang supported He Chao and took Yang Sui down. Day by day, the supporters of Yang Sui decreased quickly. Yang Sui had said yesterday that his supporters were the less half while the opposite party was the more half. But now, even the less half left.

They probably thought that Yang Sui couldn’t pray for rain so that even his shamaness would be in trouble.

Someone supported him before, just because of those supporters behind Yang Sui. But now, his supporters had bowed to the opposite party under the coercion from He Chao and the Chief Hang Mang. And naturally, there would be Shamaness who changed their positions.

In order to pray for the rain, the eight shamanesses were indispensable. But now, they couldn’t find another right one to supply the lack.

If no one would supply the lack, the rain-praying would fail.

It’s the rule made by ancestors, thus unchangeable.

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Want to change the rules? OK, if you could succeed in praying for rain, then the people of the Rain tribe will definitely not object your ideas. But if it didn’t rain, you could only obey the rules.

“Moreover,” Mi Xu took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down and said, “The oxtail they prepared for you was also taken back and given to He Chao.”

Not only were people taken away, but even the carefully prepared oxtails were also sent to the enemy.

Pray for rain?

How to pray?

If went on like this, they didn’t have to prepare anything and just wait to be burned to death.

“What to do? The ceremony will begin tomorrow!” Mi Xu was anxiously walking back and forth in the house.

“Is there a cow in the surrounding mountains? I can find an oxtail for you.” Said Shao Xuan.

“No,” Yang Sui waved his hand and raised the oxtail that had been dusted in the hand to Shao Xuan. “This is enough. Any oxtail could be a whip? The ancestors didn’t say what kind of oxtail we must use.”

“What about shamaness?” Asked Shao Xuan asked, “If you need shell coin or something else, I have brought some here.”

“Thanks, we don’t need shell coins. We have them.” When Mi Xu looked at Shao Xuan, her expression eased a lot. Although Shao Xuan was not part of the Rain tribe, at this time, he was willing to help and she felt grateful.

Original translation from wangmamaread.

Just…

“More shamaness is needed.”

As soon as Mi Xu said that, a voice came from outside, “Who said that !?”

Yang Sui, sitting on the ground, jumped up quickly, looking at the outside with shock.

The dilapidated wooden door covering the house was removed by a pair of calloused hands.

Then Shao Xuan saw two middle-aged dark-skinned women come in, one after another, and behind them was an old woman with grey hair, her body was strong enough and her footstep was stable, which made her seem as though she was not so old.

“If more is needed, we can do it!” said the first middle-aged woman.

“Mother! Grandmother!” Looking at the women coming in, Yang Sui was surprised.

“Mother!” Mi Xu was so shocked that she even forgot to say something.

The three women who came in were Yang Sui’s mother and grandmother, as well as Mi Xu’s mother.

Seeing Shao Xuan, they were shocked slightly, but after the introduction of Shao Xuan, the three women showed their kindness and expressed their thanks to him. They knew that Shao Xuan had helped Yang Sui.

“You… You… ” Yang Sui stammered.

“We what? The ancestor never said that the shamaness must be young.” Said Yang Sui’s mother.

The ancestors didn’t say that, but the Rain tribe always regarded the slim-shaped girl as the beauty, therefore, when choosing a shamaness, this kind of young girl will be chosen, and even some families would train their daughter as the shamaness from an early age. Up to now, no one had ever seen a middle-aged or older woman got chosen as the shamaness. After all, due to manual work, the middle-aged women in the tribe were not slimmer than the young.

However, with more and more people turning their coats, it became even harder to gather 8 shamanesses, so that the three elders took such a decision.

If the shamaness were others, although they couldn’t get anything even after Yang Sui failed to pray for the rain, they would never lose their lives. Yang Sui’s family, however, was different. The new leader and his supporters were directed against Yang Sui, so they would be harsher to Yang Sui’s family than to others, and they were likely to be burnt to death.

Looking at the people choking with sobs inside the house, Shao Xuan left the wooden house.

Outside the house, a few middle-aged men were standing there, guarding around the house. They should be the relatives or elders of Yang Sui.

No wonder Yang Sui cared about those people, at this time, within the Rain tribe, only those could support him.

The outside was turbid and the visibility was poor, but Shao Xuan wished to wander for a while. He wanted to help do something.

Not far away, a half-armed long lizard was crawling, at the moment, a creature rushed out from the sand.

Shao Xuan looked at the creature, he found it was just the same kind of species they had eaten not long ago.

The little one was so pitiful that it had been chopped before it found the food.