The Chronicle the Fenix Clan

Meihua Village

   The small village was named 'Meihua' which in the Han language means Plum Flower. Never think if you have a name as beautiful as 'Bunga Plum, it means Meihua Village is a beautiful village, which is a beautiful village, cool and full of Plum plants filled with plump flowers like a view in spring. Not at all.

The village was not covered with plum trees at all. Even when one traces the history of the village, even since hundreds ago there was never a plant in Meihua village. I don't know who gave such a romantic name to a village that was truly such a remote village.

   Meihua village as usual village that looks chaotic like other areas that experienced a period of war, very messy and slum. Lots of houses whose condition was partially destroyed, but still left by residents because of the state of the poor and difficult people to get building materials worthy to rejuvenate the dilapidated building.

“Zhonglei, go to Week, meet Aunt Marrim. Tell me that I want to owe you two catties of meat that will be made into a mix of our merchandise noodles. If later sold out the meat noodles, I'll pay the meat debt”

(one catties is 0.6 kg)

“And please tell him, never mix that meat with rat meat. My customers will leave when they see slices of rat meat that smell very easy to recognize”.

(What is meant by rat meat here is any meat such as snakes and lai-other, which hunters usually bring to the market, then sold to Aunt Marrim).

“Good Uncle Baojia. I immediately set off” the boy called Zhonglei was limping while carrying his thin body towards Pekan.

The ten-year-old walked over as he occasionally glanced back warily. He has always been the target of bully some children whose circumstances are more fortunate, have complete parents and have little ability to give a decent life to their children.

   Since Zhonglei became aware of his existence in this mortal world, he had realized that he was only alone and had no relatives.

Zhonglei made no effort to make his life story even more dramatic by crying and bemoaning himself like many of the little ones he often saw on the edge of the village streets.

   War does leave pain for the so-called poor groups throughout the country. Many orphans were not taken care of, when the young people were fourteen years and above, both men and women were recruited by the military and sent to fight with capital alone courage.

“I'm lucky” Inner Zhonglei.

“Uncle Baojia was so good to me like a child of her own”

   Zhonglei. At least he was allowed to eat a small bowl of cold noodles twice a day. His body felt strong, though thin. At least he has enough fat in his body to fight the cold when the winter comes.

   ZhongLei's eyes hit the crowd of people standing on the village's notice board. His curious instincts appeared instantly, whereupon he saw a little crowd.

For too long the village has been deserted. The situation where young people were sent to the Military Camp and then trained as a whole by the empire, the village was left by the elderly and children only.

“Kaum Shulam will visit the village in the next few days”

“Like his people began to run out of supplies of witches. They began the recruitment of new witch candidates” the voice of the group of people was heard with a tone of contempt and disgust when talking about the Shulam people.

How not to feel disgusted? When the people were suffering from poverty due to war, the Shulams were seen to have lives like daughters and sons of kings. They lived in the luxurious Puris called the Academy.

   In addition to enjoying the luxurious life, the Shulams always wear their distinctive clothes, namely Long robes embroidered in famous tailors. Their clothes are embroidered to resemble the beautiful feathers of peacocks so as to make their appearance always stunning. People will refuse to let go of the view when the Shulams appear in crowded places.

   Beautiful robes embroidered with peacock feathers, made of two materials according to the season that exists throughout the country. In winter, the robe they wear is a warm robe made of wool or a choice of fleece material that is carefully woven.

   The most special of the robes of the Shulams, those who hate them call this people witches, sorcerers. But is it not only the impingement of those who actually dream of being part of the Shulam?

   Another one about the charming clothing of the Shulam. Their clothes or robes are called by the name “Nomrog”.

It sounds strange, but the name was given by a master who first made the Nomrog, so the robe became famous.

One more thing this is the last. The robes of the Shulams were made by manual means combined with magic. Any weapon, it is said, will not be able to penetrate and injure Nomrog wearers.

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“Nak, are you fantasizing?” asked an old man who broke Zhonglei's beautiful wishful thinking.

Zhonglei regained his senses from his daydream. Her cheeks were red and warm. He imagined himself to be part of the Shulam People and went to war while squeezing the souls of frightened enemies when he saw his abilities.

   ZhongLei cheeks are blushing even more. He complained slowly filled with a great feeling of longing to be part of the Shulam.

“In the meantime, hey son ! You look back at daydream”

“Wait a minute, don't go ahead” hold the old man when Zhonglei will leave the crowd on the notice board.

“Gentlemen look!. This boy blushed his cheeks when he was caught imagining in front of the Shulam recruitment notice board. Don't-don't this little boy dream” that guy starts laughing condescendingly.

“Hahahaha, you are dreaming of becoming a Shulam, right?” the louder the voice of the old man, the more embarrassed Zhonglei made it.

   Roughly clutched his hands. ZhongLei ran while staggering against the spring warm breeze. She grew embarrassed as her earplugs caught the laughter and ridicule of many.

“If I were an adult, I might have slapped the old man's mouth earlier” ZhongLei chided. He always met the old drunk. The man was named Huaide. This Huaide often bully Zhonglei when drunkenness hit him. And Zhonglei gradually began to become resentful of that old Huade.

At this moment Zhonglei once again fell inside the daydream,

"When I lift the sword up high, I slash it without fear the head of the wicked without fear. Then I whistled calling the wind to blow me away" he closed his eyes imagining flying using magic power.

"Zhonglei, son. What do you need" he realized, it turns out he's already on the market.

"That's how I fantasized" Zhonglei's cheeks turned red, embarrassed.

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