The Pioneer Folklore: The Trail of the Mothers

after many years and years of growing numbers of people living in the mountains, and with fewer and fewer wild animals in the mountains, sometimes prey cannot even fill their stomachs, people begin to get anxious and drain their brains in search of new food.

at this point, the sky was cloudy and rained quickly, and the water below the foot of the mountain where they lived began to rise.

the rain continued for three days and three nights, when the water rose to the hillside, when the ancients saw a dog struggling on the water and trying to climb ashore, they rescued the dog.

when the dog landed, he ran to the heads of the ancients, shaking down the grains, millet and valleys that were stuck on its back where it had not been wet by water.

the leader picked up a valley and put it in his mouth, so he understood that it was a new source of food for the people, that he stored the remaining seeds carefully and led the people to reclaim the land.

they were looking for land where the land was fertile, and they planted the seeds carefully.

of course, their labour was bought.

over time and very soon, the plains have been cleared up by the wankers.

as a result of new sources of food, the kibbutzis quickly flourished, while the ethnic groups were happy with their tribe ' s prosperity, suddenly, for a year, on flat land, the seeds that had been planted had grown so yellow and small that they did not so much to produce food.

for a time, the old and the sick and the sick were all starving, strong and hard to dig for grass.

in order to be able to continue to live, the leader, with his people, asked for a good harvest for the next year through the gods of mountains, trees and land.

in the following year, however, the crops planted did not yield.

hunger has left fewer people and the chief is helpless, and he sits in a field, crying loudly, when an old man with white eyes comes to ask the chief why he cried.

the leader said, “can we not cry when the crops we planted are confiscated and people are starving to death?” the old man said, "it's also your fault.

is there a reason why a son doesn't take care of his mother?" the chief executive said, “we have not.

our clans have always served their elders.

there will never be any unbelieving person who offends god and is punished for it.” the old man said, "the earth is also your mother," and went away.

the chief executive understood what the elderly meant, led the people, opened the canals to draw water and fertilized the earth, and the crops had a good harvest.

it turns out that the old man is a god.

later on, not only did they worship the land as their mother, but they also made pastry out of the food produced in the field every year during the planting season, so as to sow it in the field, burn candles, bow their heads and worship their mother。