When the rain finally fell, it was already the morning of the thirteenth day, and when the last drop fell, the sun had not yet set, so a curved rainbow appeared in the sky.

Many years later, every time the clan saw a rainbow, they would always remember the scene when Jian Chen took them to the top of the cliff to see the rainbow that day.

At that time, the rain had just stopped, and the water of the Grass River was a little muddy, and standing on the cliff, you could still hear the roaring sound of the water downstream, churning white waves.

The rainbow hung in the lower reaches of the grass river, like a gate, and the river seemed to pass through the door to places that the people could not imagine, and occasionally a few big golden fish jumped up, their scales shining in the sun, as if they wanted to jump over the colorful door.

At the foot of the hill, thirteen thatched houses were neatly drawn in a line, and the thatched roofs were still dripping with yellowish thatched water droplets in a drainage ditch behind the houses, which had been dug last night.

Carefully, Yu Qian'er found that the clan had built thirteen houses in thirteen days.

It's just a coincidence, but in the eyes of the clansmen, the number thirteen has a different meaning, this is the guidance that the ancestors brought to them, it is a lucky number, a number worth celebrating.

Behind the thirteen thatched huts stood thirteen chimneys made of mud, and milky white smoke was coming out, and the slightly bitter smell could be smelled from the top of the mountain.

In three rooms there were clay pans made of ondols, covered with sheepskins and robeskins. It was the home of the old man and the children, as well as some nursing women.

The rest of the house, because of the lack of mud and time, had only one stove, and the flue made of mud took a curve like a long snake to the chimney behind the house.

Above the flue is a simple bed of wood and rope, covered with blades of grass, fibrous cloth, and a little animal fur.

The window was covered with two layers of bark fibers, and a handful of mugwort hung upside down, tied to a strip of cloth dyed red with ochre.

In the first room, a wooden stick was inserted, and on top hung a clay bowl tied with a rope, cracked with a layer of enamel, broken into pieces.

Whenever the wind blows, the broken pottery shards collide together, making a tinkling sound, crisp as a birdsong.

In the open space in front of the house, a pergola made of wood and thatch bark was erected, which was very wide and long.

Underneath are five clay stoves with huge clay pots on top, which are where the people cook and eat.

A clay pot is filled with many small branches of the tree, which the people know as chopsticks, and it is said that the ancestors in their dreams used this thing to eat. The clansmen tried a few times, but it was difficult for them to pick up the desired food as skillfully as Jian Chen.

At this time, white steam was coming out of the two cauldrons in the stove, and the venison with pepper leaves had an intoxicating aroma, and even if the wind blew from the rainbow side, it could still be smelled by taking a hard breath.

A few little wolves frolicked around the stove, and a small nest was built next to the first room, which was covered with soft grass. There were also a few lying in it napping, and there were some rotten leftovers in the small pottery bowl in front of the nest, and now only half a bowl remained.

A small wolf cub chased the little goose goose and was scared away by the old man who stayed at home with a stick. The little goose fluttered and ran into a pond.

It was a pit left by the tribesmen digging for mud, and yesterday a dozen people covered it with a layer of soil, filling the ravines, and attracting a stream not far away to fill it.

Yesterday evening, Jian Chen and his people dug out some white, arm-thick rhizomes from the quagmire of the pond in the far distance, some of which already had sprouts.

The old grandmother didn't recognize it, but Jian Chen told the clansmen that it was called Lian. After the tribesmen folded a little bit and tasted the sweet and crispy taste, there was another food on the recipe.

Today, the white rhizomes are planted at the edge of the pond, where the water is shallow, with some shoots protruding from the water, and a few dragonflies perched on them.

The geese and geese frolicked inside, the sparkle of their yellow paws looming. Last night, the fish in the wicker basket were also thrown into the pond, dodging the yellow paws that were not threatening, or dragging the reed grass that had been thrown into the water.

Above the pond is the nest of geese and birds, which have never met before because of their clansmen.

The sound of the old people chasing the birds to let them into the nest, accompanied by the quacking of geese and geese, is indescribably comfortable.

One of the dodoros ran far away from the house, where a grassy path had been trodden on, and beside it was a very tall pine pole.

A short branch is tied to it, and under the branch is a flag made of white fiber cloth.

The tribesmen felt that all this life came from the guidance of the ancestors, so they painted the appearance of the ancestors in their dreams.

The only people who had seen the black and white bear were the old grandmother and Chen Jian, but the old grandmother still asked Chen Jian to draw it, so the charcoal drew a symbol on the white fiber cloth that seemed strange to the clansmen.

It's black and white, it's black and white, it's round.

But now, from a distance, it looks like two black and white fish are connected head and tail. The black fish has a white eye on its head, and the white one has a black eye.

Some people feel like a whirlpool on the water, like the grass river now. Where a clear stream and a river of muddy grass washed by rain converge, such a turbid whirlpool is formed.

The clansmen used their imagination to understand this Tai Chi talisman of Chen Jian's previous life, but it was not unacceptable. To them, it's like the paintings that the old grandmother painted on the walls, not realistic but they can feel the flavor of it.

They accepted the rumors of black and white bears from the beginning, but no one had ever seen what black and white bears really looked like.

So some people understand that white is the soul, black is the body, and the end to end means that the spirit and the flesh are integrated, or the world split by Pangu as Chen Jian said, half is white and half is black, just like the current day and night......

So the charcoal drawing of the ancestor incarnated as a black and white bear became a symbol of the clan, and the clansmen felt that the wooden stick had magical power, and no one dared to blaspheme the ancestor.

In the shadow of the hunting banner is a large stone slab, placed in a wicker basket.

Last night, before going to bed, by the fire, the people agreed to an offer, though it seemed meaningless to some.

There is no doubt about the suggestion that if you kill your own people, you will be put to death, but the problem is that many people can't figure it out, this is a conventional thing, why do you have to say it? Is there anyone who would hurt his kind? Even if you don't say it, everyone knows it, but no one thinks about what to do if you kill your kindred.

If the majority agrees and the minority disagrees, it is passed, and it can be opposed before the discussion, and if it is still opposed, it will be given a stone axe and exiled from the tribe, and will never be allowed to return. It's like being put to death, and a person can't survive.

There were many miscellaneous things, and the large stone slab in the wicker basket was a lesser culpability, and it was necessary to carry it to the cliff. Depending on the mistake made, the number of climbs you need to climb is also different.

Chen Jian's proposal was to use labor instead of carrying stones, but it was rejected by the private and slave tribesmen who did not understand it for the time being - labor is what the tribesmen should do, what kind of punishment is this? So someone came up with the idea of carrying stones, and the proposal was adopted.

There was a ring of goshawk's feathers stuck in the stone, which was surrounded by a rope. The eagle was shot down by a wolf's skin because it wanted to take the goose that was walking on the ground, so the eagle became a bad thing in the eyes of the people.

Those who make mistakes will take this feather with them and it will last for many days until the people forgive them.

In the past, it relied on primitive morality and conventions, but now it relies on unwritten and simple laws, which retain traces of primitive morality, but they are somewhat different.

The clansmen didn't feel too much wrong, the only thing they didn't understand was the last thing that Jian Chen had built in the village.

Chen Jian called it a toilet, not far from the village, dug two earthen pits, blocked with mud in the middle, and squatted on the edge of the pit, with many wooden sticks inserted on the side, so that it was easy to grasp with your hands and keep them from falling.

A pigsty with a row of branches is nearby, and the ground is slightly sloping. The little piglets were humming and barking, and they used to go out to herd the pigs at this time, but today people seemed to forget about it, and just threw in some chopped ginkgo biloba.

The sloping ground, which had been exceptionally clean due to the previous heavy rain, had washed the dung into the dirt pit and covered it with a layer of plant ash, which had no smell.

The tribesmen had to go there to go to the toilet, and when they had done it, they had to pour half a basket of ashes, or they would have to carry stones twice to the cliff.

This was the only thing the people couldn't understand, but the proposal was passed out of trust.

Jian Chen told them that in the future a white, snow-like powder would come from there, and that he would show his people a power like thunder and lightning.

So the people ran there early in the morning to see, but it was business as usual, and no white powder like snow appeared, and it gradually dispersed as a joke.

Now standing on the top of the mountain and looking at his new home, he feels that it seems that Chen Jian has a point, and no one wants to step on something near the house that he doesn't want to step on. Although the wolf cub was very interested in that thing, he didn't have a chance to eat it anymore.

This was their new home, and a scene that they had never imagined thirteen days ago had appeared on the ground after the rain, like mushrooms suddenly popping up in the woods, so suddenly.

The weeds that used to grow in front of the house seemed so glaring that some people thought they would have to use a stone hoe to cut them off before eating.

The women wanted to plant some bright flowers, and yesterday Yu Qian'er dyed their nails red with a flower, and they thought it was very beautiful, and they fell in love with those flowers that could not be eaten.

On the ground that had been trampled on the exposed dirt, the warm sunlight rose a white mist, mixed with white smoke from the chimneys, and enveloped the small village.

The tribesmen love beautiful rainbows, but no one looks at them again. All eyes were staring at their own village, their own home, fantasizing about what Jian Chen had promised to look like a year later, and they were fascinated.

After a long time, the sun melted the rainbow, the wind blew away the fog, and the black and white flag that pinned hope and worship was unfurled and fluttered high.

Tomorrow, we will meet with other tribes.

The tribesmen felt that they should take this flag with them and tell them that their people had the protection of their ancestors; Comb your braids and buns and tell them that your life is different from theirs. Tell the story of this place and tell them about the joy and pride in their hearts.

If you are willing to integrate into the clan, you will be connected to Matsu and his people, and everyone will be connected by blood.

If they are born with the intention of coveting, they will naturally have arrows and stone spears to tell them that they are powerful.

Each other's blood can be in the veins of the next generation, and naturally it can also be in the sharpness of spears and arrows.