Cub Nursery

Chapter 745

It was quiet inside and outside the ancestral hall. Those guarding the ancestral hall in name but actually guarding Dabao, afraid that he would run away or that his parents would come to save him, all huddled in the hut next to the main house, listening to any movement from Dabao's side. less than.

The ranks of the ancestors were laid out in rows, each piece of black lacquered wood, cold and motionless.

The incense burner placed on the table was still smoking, exuding a very special and rich fragrance.

Offerings were placed on both sides of the censer, the same batch that was put up a few days ago.

Dabao stood there for a while, looked around, and saw a bench against the wall. He knew it was a place for him to rest, so he walked over and sat down.

In fact, it stands to reason that as a sacrificial offering, one should go to rest in the nearby hut, and the inside must be well furnished, but now the hut is occupied by the men, even the rest of the vacant huts are not willing to Letting it out, I always feel that there are still good things hidden inside, and I refuse to let Dabao know that they have to search it all.

The men didn't prepare food for Dabao either, they happily ignored Dabao and directly regarded him as a dead child.

Dabao's clothes were still wet, and he felt very cold after sitting for a while, but he refused to take off his clothes.

Children are very sensitive to changes in adults' attitudes. Dabao felt that if he took off his new clothes and was seen by those adults, they would definitely take them away, because he would not survive anyway. Wearing clothes is also a waste.

In the past, when those men saw Dabao, they would gently touch his head, take out a few eggs they picked up from their bosom, and give him one or two.

Now the men have become ferocious, indifferent and undisguised, and even no longer pay attention to the respected Fifth Uncle, so how can they care about a small child?

The little cub huddled in the shadow corner looked at Dabao without blinking.

He had heard a lot these days, but he had never seen Dabao. Now that Dabao came, he could finally see him.

It was a little guy who was slightly bigger than him. He was cleanly dressed, but the clothes on his body were soaked. He looked as thin as a cub, and the flesh on his cheeks was sunken, making his eyes look very big.

However, the little cub felt that Dabao's eyes were clearer and brighter than those of the adults who came to the ancestral hall.

Dabao sat motionless, and his body was getting colder and colder. He really wanted to stand up and move around, but he was so hungry that he didn't have the strength to stand up and move around, so he could only shrink in place, his body trembling involuntarily, and he couldn't see clearly. Clear things.

Mother gave him a handful of beans, more than usual, but he didn't keep any of them, leaving them all to Xiaobao.

Dabao felt that he might not survive the rain to stop and the sacrifice began, so he would have to starve to death.

Dabao always felt that he would fall asleep soon, but woke up soon because of the space in his stomach. In a daze, he saw a figure in front of him, whose outline looked like his younger brother.

"Little Treasure?" Da Treasure suddenly woke up, his eyes widened with all his might, "Why are you here?"

"I'm not Xiaobao." The little cub stood in front of Dabao, holding some offerings in its paws, "Eat something, or you will starve to death. I also ate, and Uncle Wu knew about it, he didn't say anything What……"

Uncle Wu knew that there were cubs hidden in the ancestral hall and had stolen offerings, but Uncle Wu didn't say anything.

"Really?" Dabao swallowed sharply as he smelled the food smell from the offerings.

He vaguely remembered that when Fifth Grandpa was leaving, although he didn't say anything, he took a deep look at him, and at an angle that others couldn't see, he moved his hand slightly, pointing a direction.

And that direction is the direction in which the offerings are placed.

So Uncle Wu always knew that it was inappropriate for Dabao to be locked in the main room of the ancestral hall, but he didn't say anything, and secretly gave Dabao guidance.

Dabao didn't hesitate anymore, he opened his mouth and took a bite of the offering.

The offerings are steamed steamed buns made of coarse noodles, which are made of pure grain, which is much better than those clear soups with little water. Even if you only eat one bite of Dabao, you feel that your stomach becomes much more comfortable in an instant, and your drowsy mind is also relieved. more sober.

Seeing that Dabao didn't accept the offerings, the little cubs just opened their mouths to gnaw, and kept stretching out their arms, pinching the offerings with their paws for Dabao to eat.

After eating a few more mouthfuls of offerings, Dabao finally saw the cub's appearance clearly.

Even though the light in the ancestral hall was dim, Dabao could still see that the little cub in front of him was not his younger brother, and even looked different from all the children in the village. His ears looked strange, especially the pointed ones. I don’t know why. , Reminding Dabao of the terrifying lightning in the sky.

But when he brought offerings for himself, Dabao was not afraid of him, and instead talked to him, "Have you been living in the ancestral hall?"

Does a person who has never seen it have something to do with the sky?

The little cub shook his head lightly, interrupting Dabao's fantasy, "I just came here a few days ago, and hid in when I saw no one here. But I know a lot about the village, and I also know why you came here... Well……"

He suddenly paused, listening to the movement in the hut not far away.

"They said to sacrifice you first, and if the days still don't get better, they will continue to propose sacrifices."

"However, offering sacrifices will be different in the future. They want to bring sacrifices into the city, sell them, and return them for some money or food."

"They're discussing which family has the right child. Some people say, just don't do the same thing. Anyway, you have offended your parents, so it's better to choose your younger brother..."

There were more vicious words in the back, and the little cub felt that it was not good to repeat it, so he stopped talking.

Dabao swallowed the last mouthful of offerings and stared blankly at the little cub. His first reaction was disbelief, and his second reaction was that he shouldn't believe it. Isn't he the most sensitive to the changes in the attitudes of those adults?

"I can hear them talking," said the little cub, "They don't know this. Oh, I heard Uncle Wu say, I hope you can eat some offerings, so that at least these few days will be easier , What will happen next, he is powerless..."

"Men all have their own ideas, and they won't listen to Uncle Wu anymore."

"Uncle Wu brought some food to your parents, but your parents didn't want it."

They were still sad, sad about the attitude of the people in the village, and Dabao's sensibleness.

Even Xiaobao, who had been well protected by Dabao before and was ignorant of the world, suddenly became silent, spoke very little, and often looked outside silently. He kept the beans given by Dabao, and did not eat them immediately as usual.

It seemed that the moment Dabao left, Xiaobao became sensible and understood everything in an instant.

"I know." Dabao said.

He knows all these things.

He has a clear mind and can understand many things when he was very young. He has been protecting his younger brother very carefully, doing his best to lighten the burden on his parents, and even making himself look stupid, so that his parents He would not have the idea of ​​sending him to study, and he would leave the opportunity to study to Xiaobao.

However, he had secretly read those words, and even though he didn't know them, he could describe them after reading them once, and they would always remember them in his heart.

Sometimes he himself feels that he is terribly clever.

"Are you going to die?" The little cub didn't shrink back to hide, but squatted down next to Dabao, and said softly, "They said you were going to die. Is it because of the sacrifice?"

"En." Dabao nodded.

Sacrifice is to take out offerings and pray to God to give the village a way to survive.The usual way is to send him into the mountains with the rest of the offerings, far away, and leave him alone.

"Oh." The little cub figured it out, and said, "I'll go and have a look then."

"Don't follow, it's dangerous outside." Dabao said.

The little cub didn't speak, but he had already made up his mind.

It has been raining outside for several days, and the guards of Dabao have changed several batches. Everyone has gained something in the ancestral hall. After all, they can find some things from the corners and take them home. Whether it is useful or not, it is anyway. To get something.

When the rain finally stopped, even though the sky was still gloomy, the men couldn't wait to push Uncle Wu to the ancestral hall.

They didn't enter the ancestral hall for the past few days, they just listened outside and knew that Dabao was still alive, and that was enough.

The gate of the ancestral hall opened, and the men came in like wolves and tigers. When they saw Dabao sitting upright against the wall, seeing that he didn't look like he was starving to death, they were all breathless.

"I let him eat the offerings from the ancestral hall." Uncle Wu said, "Otherwise, how would he survive the past few days?"

The men looked at each other with indifference flashing in their eyes.

They had thought about the offerings for the ancestral hall a long time ago, but no one started it, so they kept at a stalemate. They thought that there would be a chance to divide up the offerings after the sacrifice was over, but they didn't expect Dabao to make the first move.

A man stepped forward and grabbed Dabao's arm viciously, exerting strength in his hand, and looked at him viciously, as if he wanted to swallow Dabao alive.

"Let's go." Uncle Wu quickly turned around and went out to host the sacrifice.

The man dragged Dabao out, and it was difficult to do anything under the watchful eyes of everyone, so he just pinched Dabao through his clothes, and he was bruised several times.

Dabao didn't say a word. He saw his parents and younger brother. He hadn't seen him for a few days. His parents became much haggard, as if they were ten years older, and his younger brother had also changed. His eyes were clear and bright, like him before.

The courtyard of the ancestral hall hadn't been cleaned up very much, and there was wet and sticky mud under his feet. Dabao stood there without moving, watching Uncle Wu preside over the process.

Then the men picked up Dabao and sent him into the mountain.

Originally, there should have been an ancestral hall in the mountain, which was specially used for offering sacrifices, but it has not been used for many years, and it has been abandoned for a long time, and even the fifth uncle may not be able to find the place.Uncle Wu told the men to send them directly into the mountains.

The men took the big treasure into the mountain and walked for a long time until they reached the innermost part of the mountain.

Guessing that they had almost reached the place, the men stopped.

"Take all the offerings away, and it's useless to keep them."

"Tie him up, save him from running away, tie it up firmly, like a rabbit, and help him to the tree trunk."

"Eliminate all the traces we left, and don't be found by anyone."

"If you want me to say, it's better to go directly to the city..."

This is not wanting to sacrifice, but wanting to sell people directly.

But the other men didn't agree, they still had a little bit of awe for the sacrifice in their hearts, and they just thought about creating another chance next time. Isn't there still Xiaobao in the village? Sell ​​for big bucks.