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Many savages and natives had already been in ambush in the dark when they heard the sound of the boat's motor.

Spears, bows and arrows were aimed at Wang Dachun's boat, these people were very concerned about their territory.

When they saw clearly that it was Wang Dachun, everyone immediately cheered, "Messenger, it's Master Messenger!"

They trust Wang Dachun very much, after all, Wang Dachun's identity as the messenger of the moon god is still very useful.

Zakru came out to greet him personally, and everyone knelt down on the ground, "Welcome to the envoy!"

"Get up!"

Wang Dachun's face trembled, and he felt a little embarrassed in his heart, Mr. Mao's emissary.

"Let everyone unload the chicken!"

Carrot head quickly translated.

The savages rubbed their hands excitedly when they saw the golden chickens.

Zaklu led the way, and Wang Dachun was invited into the cave.

With a big wave of Wang Dachun's hand, there are bags of rice, daily necessities, oil and salt, candy, biscuits, etc., even flashlights, candles, etc., almost everything you need, all kinds of materials are piled up like a hill.

The cost of so many things is only a million, which is only a tenth of the gold ore they gave.

"Long live the messenger!"

Zaklu and others knelt down again, and Wang Dachun's magical method shocked them again.

This method is almost close to God.

Everyone was very excited to see all kinds of materials. They have lived in the mountains all year round and have never seen such high-tech things in their entire lives.

In the end, Zakru once again asked people to take out a pile of gold ore to thank Wang Dachun for the supplies he gave them.

Wang Dachun waved his hand, "You guys gave enough last time, I can't take any more."

Zach Crew looked sincere, "Respected Messenger, you must accept it, otherwise we will feel uneasy!"

Others also persuaded Wang Dachun to accept the gold ore.

Wang Dachun was grateful, what a simple and kind savage tribe, compared to the treachery of human beings, they are really simple and honest.

For the first time, Wang Dachun had a good impression of these people, not because of the gold ore they gave, but because of their simplicity.

After staying with Zakru and the others for a while, Wang Dachun left.

There is a happy event in the village today, about Wang Dachun, because their villa has already been built, and they are going to move today.

"Mom, don't move these junky things to the villa. Throw them away. The new furniture I ordered will arrive in a while."

Seeing his mother moving some broken stools and tables into the car, Wang Dachun couldn't laugh or cry.

People of that generation who are used to living a hard life are like this, they are reluctant to throw away anything.

"That's right, Sister Liu, the new villa is so beautifully built, it's really inappropriate to put these things."

"That's right, new house and new furniture, just listen to Dachun!"

The villagers who came to help move were all persuading me with every word.

Liu Juan shook her head, "That's okay, these things have the memories of our older generation, how can we just throw them away, we must bring them with us."

Wang Dachun nodded, "Okay, then take it, anyway, there are plenty of rooms over there."

Just as I was talking, the furniture deliverer came and pulled two full trucks.

Wang Dachun jumped into the car, "Let's go, to the villa."

The old village head said: "Some of us stay here to help, and the other part goes to the villa to help Dachun tidy up the new home."

"Okay, old village chief, don't worry, if you move in spring, that's when we move, and we'll make sure it's beautiful."

"Dachun, the new house is ready, when will we marry the little daughter-in-law back?"

Wang Dachun waved his hand, "Hurry up, hurry up!"

Wang Dachun took out a stack of money and handed it to the old village chief, "Today is the joy of housewarming, I invite all the villagers to have a meal, old village chief, you can arrange it!"

"Okay, Dachun, your villa is the first in our village, and it's also the best villa in ten miles and eight towns. It's time to celebrate!"

"Yeah, I'm not going to get drunk tonight!"

Immediately, the whole village was completely excited because of Wang Dachun's moving.

Who is Wang Dachun? In the village, he is like a god. His affairs are everyone's affairs. Even if everyone doesn't do anything, he must do his affairs well.

The villagers even invited the gong and drum team and the Yangko team to sing and dance.

Just when Wang Dachun's house was bustling with housewarming, suddenly a group of people wearing white clothes and white cloths on their heads passed by Wang Dachun's house, carrying a large black coffin, blowing suonas.

Along the way, dirges and music were played continuously. Obviously, someone was doing something for nothing.

Wang Dachun's family is doing red things, and this team is doing white things. When rural people are most afraid of doing red things, someone will do white things.

"Damn it! Which idiot is this? How do you carry the coffin? Dachun's family is having a happy event. This is really unlucky!"

"Yes, who are these people? They are not from our village at all, nor are they from neighboring villages. Let me go. Where did these people come from?"

"This is not intentional to find fault!"

"Isn't it to bury the dead in the back mountain? Have we agreed?"

The villagers all looked unhappy, but because they were carrying the big coffin and were crying along the way, it was difficult for everyone to say anything in person.

Wang Jianguo and Liu Juan's faces were ugly, and those people deliberately walked past their house, which seemed deliberate no matter how you looked at it.

Wang Jianguo's face turned livid, "Old village chief, who are these people? Where are they going to take the dead! This is too bad luck!"

The old village chief's face was also not good-looking, "Go, follow the past to see, if they want to bury people in the back mountain, there is no door!"

Rural people like to bury in the ground. According to the ancient tradition, people believe that they should be buried in the earth after death.

The old village chief and a group of villagers followed behind the funeral procession.

While blowing the suona, those people threw paper money into the air, and the sound of mourning and joy continued.

Soon, they passed by Jinghua Lake and went straight to Wang Dachun's villa.

"Old village chief, this is not right. Why are these people heading towards Dachun's villa? Could it be intentional!"

"Yes, otherwise there would be such a coincidence, we must stop them, otherwise Dachun will be angry if he finds out."

"It's not good to block people's way like this, what if they just pass by?"

The villagers were talking.

The old village head nodded, "Go, stop and ask!"

Originally, people would not stop people halfway for this kind of trivial matter, after all, they would feel unlucky, but now it seems that they can't stop.

Everyone quickly went around to the front of the funeral team, and the old village head clasped his fists together, "Everyone, I don't know which direction you are going, and there is a red event ahead, so it is not good for anyone if the red and white things collide. Can you please choose another road?"

The old village chief's words were already very euphemistic, who would have thought that a big man in the head cast a sidelong glance at the old village chief and said coldly: "Old man, who are you, you can go around as you say, do you know that the dead are big?"