This year's oil paste business has broken the record.

The smile on the village chief's face couldn't be hidden. He dug up the vintage wine he had buried for decades to celebrate.

The people in the village gathered around the shrine, singing and dancing. The dragon of lights and fireworks continued throughout the night.

Through the narrow iron railings of the underground secret room, I saw fireworks constantly exploding above the village.

"Do you want to go out and play?"

My sister asked me from behind.

I shook my head and ran to my sister's bedside, "I'm not going! I want to stay with my sister!"

In our village, girls are valued, and many girls are born every year.

When women are pregnant, they have to take fragrant flower petals every day until the child is born.

Boys are managed centrally and grow up to marry women in the village and have children.

Girls, on the other hand, are selected three days after birth.

Girls with insufficient fragrance are managed centrally like boys and grow up to marry and have children.

This ensures the stability and reproduction of the village and keeps the secret of the oil paste hidden forever.

Girls with enough fragrance are candidates for the oil paste girls. They are raised by the priestess and officially become oil paste girls when they reach a certain age.

The selection of oil paste girls is extremely strict. The first step alone eliminates most of the candidates, not to mention the injuries, disabilities, and even deaths caused by various accidents.

Every year, the village sees only a few remaining oil paste girls, and they cry to the priestess, "Priestess, let's lower the standards so that we can have more oil paste girls."

The priestess angrily rebukes, leaning on her cane, "No! We can have fewer oil paste girls, but the quality of the oil paste must not be lowered!"

My sister was chosen as one of this year's oil paste girls and will begin fasting from today.

The priestess said that this is to make the oil paste produced by the oil paste girls more clear and pure, without any impurities.

I looked at my sister, her face pale, and her voice hoarse when she spoke.

People outside are drinking and eating roasted meat to celebrate the booming oil paste business.

Girls like my sister, who have just been chosen as oil paste girls, have already gone without food and drink for two days.

I leaned beside my sister's bed, tears welling up, "Sister, while the priestess is not at home, let me steal some food for you."

I'm really afraid that my sister will get sick from hunger.

My sister resolutely shook her head, "No, the priestess instructed us not to eat."

"But if you continue like this, you will get sick!"

"It doesn't matter."

A strange smile appeared on my sister's face, "As long as I can become an oil paste girl, I'm willing to give everything."

She looked at me again, "You too, strive to become a true oil paste girl like your sister."

My sister and I are rare sisters in the village who have been chosen as oil paste girls together, and that's why the priestess agreed to let me take care of my sister.

You should know that no one else has this privilege.

Before I came to see my sister, the priestess held me and said with great emphasis,

"Xiaolin, you must take good care of your sister."

"She is the best among this batch of oil paste girls."