Chapter 8 Sacrament (Recommendation Requested)
"After each feeding, the baby should be held upright for 20 to 30 minutes.
"Babies should be breastfed before extreme hunger......
「……」
Ren Jie's sermon voice echoed softly in the room, and Shen Du and others listened extremely carefully, taking out the paper and pen they had prepared from time to time and writing down what they thought was important.
Shang Jianyao always maintained his initial posture, looking at Ren Jie intently, but his eyes seemed to be a little out of focus.
After twenty or thirty minutes, Ren Jie stopped, her eyes swept over everyone:
"That's all for today.
"The above are all the teachings of the gods."
"Praise your tolerance!" Before Shen Du and the others could speak, Shang Jianyao had stretched out his arms and shook the baby gently, looking very positive.
"......" The rest of the sect members were stunned for two seconds, and finally learned to see Shang Jianyao, lined up their arms, bent their elbow joints, and shook gently, "Praise your tolerance!"
Ren Jie's mouth opened, but she didn't say anything.
She glanced at the old electronic watch she was wearing on her wrist and said:
"It's getting late, we need to get back to our homes before the street lights come on.
"Next comes the last part, the sacrament."
After saying that, she and the woman surnamed Li passed through the road and entered the room inside.
In less than a minute, they came out one after another, one holding various tableware, some small bowls, some large bowls, plastic lunch boxes and porcelain spoons, and the other holding a large cylindrical container full of black things.
The rich fragrance quickly wafted into Shang Jianyao's nose, making him can't help but raise his right hand and wipe the corner of his mouth.
That's the scent of sesame seeds mixed with sugar!
Similar things, including ordinary dim sum, cost 60 contribution points per catty, which is more expensive than pork!
As for high-end goods, they cost almost 720 points a catty, and Shang Jianyao's breakfast only costs 8 to 10 o'clock every day.
Soon, the woman surnamed Li distributed the tableware to everyone, while Ren Jie held a translucent plastic container in one hand and a soup spoon in the other, scooping the black food inside into the bowls and lunch boxes of the believers, one spoon per person.
For every person she gives to her, she will say:
"This is today's sacrament, black sesame paste."
Those who receive communion will respond solemnly:
"Praise your tolerance!"
As a new member of the sect, Shang Jianyao was the last one to receive it besides Ren Jie and the woman surnamed Li, and the spoonful was quite large, almost filling the small bowl in his hand.
"This is today's sacrament, black sesame paste." Ren Jie said as usual.
Shang Jianyao responded extremely reverently:
"Praise your tolerance!"
Ren Jie, who distributes the sacrament, is to some extent equivalent to the embodiment of "Holding the Year" of Command, so "you" refers to Ren Jie, not Ren Jie.
The woman surnamed Li observed the change in Shang Jianyao's expression and asked with a smile:
"Aren't you moved?"
"Moved!" Shang Jianyao held the bowl in one hand, raised it with the other, and wiped the corner of his mouth again.
Ren Jie and the woman surnamed Li didn't say anything more, returned to the bedside, divided the remaining black sesame paste, buried their heads slightly, and said in a low voice:
"Praise your tolerance."
The crowd echoed and began to enjoy the sacrament.
The sacrament seems to have been prepared a long time ago, and it is slightly cold, but this does not affect its taste, it is fragrant, sweet, and has a unique sesame flavor.
After Shang Jianyao took a bite carefully, he paused slightly, moved the spoon like flying, and kept sending the black sesame paste into his mouth.
Dang, dang, he didn't even let go of the ones stuck to the wall of the bowl, and he was clean.
After eating, he glanced left and right and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
When the sacrament was over, everyone praised the command of the decree in December, and lined up to return the tableware to the woman surnamed Li and Ren Jie.
When it was Shang Jianyao's turn, the woman surnamed Li asked with a smile:
"It's your first time attending a party, how do you feel?"
Shang Jianyao replied seriously:
"It's delicious."
The woman's expression froze, and she asked instead:
"What advice do you have for us?
"Don't worry, since you have joined the order, everyone is relatives, and there is nothing you can't say between relatives."
Shang Jianyao thought for a while and said:
"More more sacrament."
「…… What else?" The woman surnamed Li smiled reluctantly.
Shang Jianyao's eyes moved slightly and said:
"Brush your teeth in advance."
The woman surnamed Li couldn't help but cough:
"You can leave. Shang Jianyao stayed, and the 'guide' had something to say to him."
Shen Du and others left one after another, and the woman surnamed Li and her husband, holding the tableware, entered the room inside.
Ren Jie walked up to Shang Jianyao and said with a gentle smile:
"You have just joined the Order and need to learn about prayer as soon as possible.
"Don't worry, it's all very simple, my master is the true god in charge of the years, and I don't care about this, there is no red tape."
Shang Jianyao nodded, indicating that he was listening.
Ren Jie slowed down and said:
"We don't have a fixed prayer time, but we often choose to wake up in the morning and thank the god of life for keeping us alive.
"We attach the greatest importance to the birth of a baby and the departure of the deceased, so our formal sacrifices or religious ceremonies are usually similar sermons at different times during the full moon of new life or the burial of the dead.
"Well, on the first day of December there is a great sacrifice to welcome the coming of my Lord, and on the last day of December, there is also a great sacrifice, may our Lord open the door to a new world.
"You have learned how to salute, which is to imitate holding a baby and rocking it gently. The corresponding language is mainly divided into three categories: when it comes to the topic of death and passing, it is said that 'it will eventually be returned to the god'; When referring to the nobility of life and the grace of our Lord, use 'Praise Your tolerance'; When it comes to new life, it can be said that 'new life is like the sun' or 'life is the heaviest'.
"That's basically it, as for the sacrament, it's different every time, it may be black sesame paste, or it may be milk, juice, soy milk, broth, vegetable soup, yogurt, hehe, have you found anything in common?"
Shang Jianyao thought briefly:
"It's all delicious."
"......" Ren Jie kept smiling, "They are all liquid food or close to liquid food, and liquid food is the main food for new life and the dying."
Without waiting for Shang Jianyao to speak, Ren Jie pointed to the door:
"Okay, you can go back."
Shang Jianyao glanced back, did not take a step, and asked instead:
"Aunt Ren, how many years old are there in total?"
"After normal people understand the definition of the year, they must think that there are twelve, but in fact they are not." Ren Jie smiled and said, "There are a total of thirteen deacons, one of whom is the year of the deceased month, hehe, where the leap month is not mentioned, he symbolizes the whole year."
"What is His honorific title?" Shang Jianyao asked.
Ren Jie shook her head:
"I don't know, we believe in fate, and we don't need to understand other detainees."
Shang Jianyao didn't ask any more questions, turned around and left the room at No. 35 in Area A.
With the help of the assistant's flashlight, he returned to No. 196 in Area B, and every time he approached the intersection, he learned to be calm, turned off the flashlight, and passed by the wall.
Back home, Shang Jianyao walked to the sink, picked up the toothpaste that seemed to be thin and thin, and finally squeezed out a little bit of toothbrush with thin hair.
After brushing his teeth and washing his face carefully, Shang Jianyao saw that the ceiling was not yet lit, so he sat down at the wooden table, leaned against the back of the chair, and closed his eyes.
He raised his hand and pinched his left and right temples, and put them down again.
…………
In the wide hall densely covered with "stars" above, Shang Jianyao's figure emerged.
He first glanced at the cold and dark metal wall nearby, then raised his head and looked up at the sky.
The countless bright points of light are like the stars described in textbooks, forming one galaxy after another, and one galaxy after another constitutes multiple river systems.
There are boundaries between these "galaxy" star clusters, but they are not so clear.
Shang Jianyao had already counted how many "galaxies" there were, and now, he began to count silently again:
"One, two, three...... Eleven, twelve, thirteen.
"Thirteen ......"
He fell silent, his figure gradually faded away, and disappeared into the hall that encompassed the stars.
…………
After waiting for a while, Shang Jianyao saw that the window instantly brightened.
The fluorescent lamps on the ceiling of the street lit up at the same time.
This underground building ushered in dawn.
Still wearing the dark green thick cotton coat, he took his plastic lunch box, walked out of the room, and went to Area C.
Target location: "Supply market".
On the way, Shang Jianyao met Long Yuehong, who lived not far away, and it was obvious that the other party got up early and did not queue up in the public toilet.
"The distribution results will be released today......" Long Yuehong deliberately waited for Shang Jianyao on this road, just to have someone share the tension in her heart.
"Yes." Shang Jianyao looked forward and saw a woman coaxing a crying baby at the door of the room.
His expression changed instantly, as if he was thinking about something, and he was a little confused.
Long Yuehong glanced at him and asked as she walked forward with him:
"What's wrong with you?
"Did you have a nightmare last night?"
Shang Jianyao was silent for two seconds and said:
"Doubt life."
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