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Chapter sixty-two

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    Fujioka, the person whose name was mentioned was a middle-aged man who was five big and three thick, and his calf was as thick as his arm.  The whole body exudes a dark golden light.  The muscles are strong and the body is powerful and powerful.  His palm as big as a palm umbrella has mastered many techniques for making stone tools.  Even the many old people in the village are not as skillful with his hands, nor can they make as many things as he does.

    Fujioka stood up in surprise.  But he still solemnly gave a big gift like the elders. In his image, the elders had never taught people their age in the meeting, and the people who were asked questions were all the learned old people in the village.  Fujioka never thinks too much about things that he can't figure out, and just waits to see what the elders have to say.

    "Do you think it is easier to destroy a clay pot, or to make a clay pot?" The old man stared at his face with a golden light in his eyes.  Fujioka thought to himself: No wonder, to ask such a question, who doesn¡¯t know that I made all the exquisite pottery pots in the village.  Manufactured ones are far worse in terms of appearance and durability, so they all ask to make them for them.  It didn't take too long to make it myself.  After a period of time like this, his reputation suddenly improved.

    Now I didn't expect that even the elders would look at me with admiration.  Satisfied, Fujioka said, "Of course it's easier to break the clay pot." Wanting to say something more, the elder waved his hand, so he had to stop, and continued to sit cross-legged with some regret.

    The elder continued, "I believe everyone has heard what Fujioka said just now. Everyone should know a lot about Fujioka's craftsmanship. Even he said that making clay pots by himself is not as easy as destroying clay pots. You have no objection if you think about it."  The reason. Does anyone else think they can surpass Fujioka in this matter?"

    Hearing the Great Elder praise himself, Teng Gang's heart blossomed, and he was even happier than himself with a little more water left.  (There is very little water in the village.) When he heard the last sentence, although Fujioka didn't care much, he still stared nervously at the crowd. He even forgot his usual humble expression, and his eyes were sharp like  Is the falcon of prey.  Fortunately, my competitor did not show up, and I was quietly relieved.

    "Just like breaking a clay pot is easier than making a pot, it is much easier to destroy a group of people and an environment than to protect them. In this, our sun god plays the role of protecting us, and  Those evil gods really want to plot to destroy us, and we are worthless in their eyes." Having said this, the eyes of the Great Elder became moist again.  Looking back, the surrounding villagers all shed tears.

    The Great Elder raised his arms, and the villagers stood up neatly, and once again sang the song of praise that had been sung countless times.  This time, the child lying in his father's arms did not enjoy such a time as before, but fell asleep with deep doubts.

    Water is the source of all things, and all things come from water, so water occupies a large proportion in the human body.  Human beings are born of water, and naturally cannot do without water. Everyone understands the cherishment and difficulty of water.  This is especially true in the ocean of the vast desert.  Delivering water has been an honorable and sacred task since the tribe was founded.  Of course, in the chanting of the ancestors, these crystal clear liquids that flow and emit an irresistible attractive fragrance are called "supplements."

    This very strange name did not expect to become an inheritance. Although countless names have been modified under the intervention of the elders of the past generations, this "supplement" has never changed a single syllable.  The elders in the family said that "supplementation" is an extension of the power of the sun god, and it is for us to further eliminate the evil in the body.  But these sacred things are hard-won, so we should cherish them.  The elders in the clan and even any adult in the clan, even women, old Confucians, and children regard these as nectar.

    It is against this background that a new round of selection as a sacred "replenishment" for escort is about to begin.  According to the elders: the sun god is a symbol of strength and ability, which itself represents masculinity, and the "supplement" representing his divine power must be taken over by a young man.

    Finally ushered in my sixteenth birthday, just a few days before the new round of trials.  If he can be selected, then his family's status in the village will rise in a straight line.  Of course, it is impossible for these thoughts to appear in the world of a pure sixteen-year-old boy.  These concepts were told to me by the elders in the clan.

    Zhenma knows that his family can have the current scale because of his father.  Father was originally a very ordinary person, but his ability was not ordinary.  He was extraordinarily tall from birth, but he didn't attract too many people's attention.  It just brought unimaginable pain to my mother during the delivery process.Later one day, my father was discovered by the elder when he was playing with other people, and he didn't know which advantage of his father he discovered.  Unexpectedly, from then on, the Great Elder began to favor his father, and came to see his father at home from time to time.  I was still very surprised after hearing this strange story many years later, so I can imagine my father's shock at that time.

    ? In fact, according to what my father said, his father's state at that time can be described as a state of fear, for fear that his father would cause some kind of disaster.  But the father who was eager to describe the scene at that time was slapped by his grandfather.  "Do you dare to speak ill of me?" Then he turned his head away from his father who was full of grievances.  "Son, don't listen to your father's nonsense. Grandpa is really afraid of what will happen to your father. You must know that he has been very strong since he was a child, and he often conflicts with the children of those big people. If there is something really wrong, I'm afraid Sigh  " At this point, Grandpa sighed.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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