Zi Bo and Yang Yi discussed for a while, then set off for Wujia Village, the farthest from Zijia Village.
When we arrived in Wujia Village, the sun had already begun to fall. After avoiding the bright sun at noon, the farmers continued to work.
"Hey, man, where is Wu Shun in your village?" The three villages interacted with each other. Zi Bo's lining was from before the Qin Dynasty, but at that time it was the Lizheng of Chu State, and now it is the Lizheng of Qin Dynasty. Several surrounding villages basically knew him.
"Ah, it's Lord Zi. Our village is in Zhengyanger. You can find it by going and checking." The farmer straightened his waist and bent down slightly after seeing it as Uncle Zi. He was regarded as a tribute.
"Okay, I'll go and see, you're busy with yours." Zi Bo nodded, waved his hand and walked towards the center of Wujia Village with Yang Yi.
"Uncle Zi, why do you feel that the crops in the Wu family are growing better than those in ours?" Yang Yi walked beside the field, looking at the green in the Wu family's fields, and couldn't help but say.
Although Yang Yi is just like Zi Bo, the younger Yang Yi is actually younger than Zi Bo's generation, so he wants to call Zi Bo's uncle.
"This... I'll talk about it when I see Wu Shun." Uncle Zi frowned and pulled Yang Yi quickly towards the center of Wujia Village.
But Bo Zi's eyes did stay on the field for a moment, with hesitation in his expression.
When they came to Wu Shun's residence in Wujia Village, they met Wu Shun correctly from other villages.
"Old Wu, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing recently?" Uncle Zi had a smile on his face.
"Old Zi is here, and Yang Yi is here too." Wu Shun seemed to have just lost his temper, with an anxiety on his face that was exactly the same as that of Yang Yi Zi.
"Uncle Wu Shun, what happened is so urgent?" Yang Yi sat on the stool and asked Wu Shun.
"This... you don't know anything." Wu Shun put down the water bowl that he had just picked up and sighed, "I don't know why the crops in our Wujia Village are not growing anymore! They have not grown for half a month!"
Click.
The water bowl was cracked on the table, making a loud noise.
"I have been doing this for the past few days and I am almost in a hurry. If the dealer doesn't have a long time, what should I do? Can I buy grain to pay for it? People can't live a life..." Wu Shun was very angry because of his impatience. He was a bad temper.
Bo Zi and Yang Yi looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
"Sure enough, your village has it too... The grain in our village has also stopped growing, and it is already half a day." Yang Yi frowned and sighed suddenly, smashing the table.
"We have been in a village for a whole month..." Zi Bo's tone was filled with obvious pain.
"You all..." Wu Shun's face was surprised, and suddenly she felt that she was not so angry.
"Old Wu, let's talk about it for a long time." Uncle Zi took out the Hu Junjian from his clothes and put it on the table. Yang Yi also took out his own Hu Junjian. "It is a big deal to stop the crops from growing this time. We can't delay for the sake of the people."
"Do you want to be a Hu Jun's wine sacrifice?" Wu Shun looked at Hu Junjian, his eyes lit up, and then dimmed again. His index finger was pounding on the table with an uneasy sound, making a "da" sound, "But it's only May now, it's not in accordance with the rules..."
"Now there is no time to care about the rules. We are the main players. We can't say that the people are starving to death." After thinking carefully, Yang Yi also escaped from the so-called "rules" and said it uncomfortable.
"We all know this." Uncle Zi crossed his hands on the table, looking at the other two, "If you have no objection, Lao Wu, you will take the ones who will dance the tiger Jun dance in your village to our village in three days."
"This year's Tiger King's Wine Festival is one month ahead of schedule. After all, we have to solve the problem,"
Wu Shun lowered his head, his eyes flashed a few times, he gritted his teeth, and nodded: "As long as the pigs and sheep, as I said last year, you will leave your village in Fat Pigs, our village will leave her mother and son this year, and the rest of Xiao Yang and the others will take care of it."
"Well, I know, I'll be waiting for you in the ritual hall in those three days?"
"Well, then I will take the sheep over directly." Wu Shun slapped the table.
"I will take chickens, ducks and geese to go there at that time."
......
Three days passed quickly, but in Mimura's eyes, it seemed like life was like years.
In the past three days, in addition to preparing for the annual Tiger King Wine Festival, they also had to continue to observe the growth of crops, and there was almost never a smile on their faces.
It’s urgent, the people are anxious, and they are even more anxious.
"Shan Jun, you must not have something wrong..."
Before the ceremony, Lao Li Zhengzi of Zijia Village knelt down in the direction of Mount Wu, his eyes closed, frowned and muttered, and kept kowtowing.
"Dad, what is grandpa doing?" A little boy stood next to a man, grabbed the man's hand, looked at Bo Zi who had been kowtowing, and asked his father.
"Your grandpa...he is praying for the blessing of the mountain king." The man stroked the boy's head with his generous palm, and said with a wry smile, his face also covered in darkness.
Another little girl was held by a woman, holding the woman's legs, with a little scared in her eyes.
"I'm not afraid of Ah Hua, your father and grandfather are here, and Shanjun is a good god, so he doesn't eat children." The woman patted Ah Hua's back and comforted her.
"Mom, you lied to me. When I can't sleep at night, you tell me if I don't sleep, Shanjun will take me away." A Shu, who was pulled by his father, poked out half of his head and looked at the woman with his mouth bulging.
"Oh!" The woman raised her hand and wanted to hit her, but A Shu quickly shrank back.
Ah Hua looked at Ah Shu and curled her lips.
A Shu approached A Hua and laughed, "Don't worry, A Hua, even if Shan Jun comes, it's okay! A Shu can protect his sister!"
Before Ah Hua could answer, a noise came from the village entrance.
It turned out that people from the other two villages arrived.
People in Yangjia Village carried chickens, ducks and geese, while people in Wujia Village carried an old sheep who seemed to be older.
The most eye-catching thing is that the people coming from these two villages all had hideous Shanjun masks on their faces.
"Ah!" Ah Hua became even more afraid and hugged her mother's legs tightly.
Uncle Zi sighed, stood up, and picked up a Shanjun mask from the side and put it on his head.
"Prepare to start the sacrifice!" He shouted with anger.
A fat pig was screaming in horror.
......
Not far from Mount Wu, there is a river.
There is a bridge here for easy access.
At this time, two groups of people were crossing the bridge from two directions.
Crossing the bridge from south to north were four people riding horses, and the man in the lead was wearing simple armor.
There is only one person walking from north to south.
Chapter completed!