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Chapter 96: Mountain God Objects

Looking at Zhao Jianhui, Yang Yalan said in a low voice: "The wine served in front of the mountain god statue suddenly turned bloody. The master said that if we touch the graves of our ancestors and offend the mountain god, there will be a bloody disaster in the village. Everyone here people will die."

"Oh? Can you worship the mountain god again tomorrow and let me see the mountain god's instructions for myself? Maybe there will be unexpected gains!" Zhao Jianhui said in a consultative tone.

Yang Yalan beckoned a middle-aged man of similar age over and whispered in his ear for a while. The thin man had a livid face, looked at Zhao Jianhui with vulture-like eyes, and nodded helplessly.

"This is the magician in our village. He said that he would have to go back and finish the divination before he can answer me whether I can worship the mountain god." After the man left, Yang Yalan turned to Zhao Jianhui and said. Zhao Jianhui also called Lin Yan who was watching an old lady dancing aside: "How do you do this, Lin Yan? Director Xu and I will live in the village today. You go to the mountains and live in the countryside with Yang Ming and others." One night." Zhao Jianhui told him a few words in a low voice, and then loudly asked him to invite Yang Ming and Xiao Li to live in the village. Lin Yan nodded to express his understanding, turned and walked out of the village.

The villagers drank their own rice wine while singing and dancing around the campfire. From time to time, people came over to toast Zhao Jianhui. Although this home-brewed rice wine has a low alcohol content, it still has great staying power. After several kilograms of wine, Zhao Jianhui's face began to turn a little red.

"Secretary Zhao, are you here to mobilize our village to relocate?" Yang Yalan put down the wine bowl, leaned forward, her lips almost touched Zhao Jianhui's ears, and asked in a low voice.

Zhao Jianhui nodded and said, "I do mean that. I wonder if Village Chief Yang can help?" Yang Yalan blushed slightly, glanced at Zhao Jianhui sideways, twisted her body and asked, "Do you really want to Let me help you?"

Zhao Jianhui asked strangely: "What else would I do here?" Yang Yalan started laughing, stretched out her hand to hold his hand and stood up: "Okay, let's go dancing first, and we'll talk about this later." Zhao Jianhui also I don’t know what the rules are, but why do I think of dancing just when I’m saying something nice? However, his hand was tightly held by Yang Yalan, and he had no choice but to follow her, shoulder to shoulder with Yang Yalan, in the open space surrounded by the so-called "sacred fire" lit by the people in the village, and learn to The villagers jumped up and down like they were dancing.

Yalan, who was wearing national costume, was shaking her body crazily, her long hair fluttering in the air.

Looking at her dancing, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but be stunned. No matter how he looked, he couldn't tell that this woman was already nearly forty years old. Her soft waist and dancing arms made her look like a little girl from the city. A bit dwarfed by comparison, right? Seeing Zhao Jianhui's dazed look, Yang Yalan suddenly smiled slightly, took two wild flowers from the side, pinned one on his chest, and handed the other into his hand. Her eyes seemed to signal Zhao Jianhui, and also as if she was giving him a signal. Zhao Jianhui put the flowers on her like that.

Xu Jinhong, who was sitting not far away from them, looked at Zhao Jianhui blankly. The expression on her face was full of surprise and astonishment, as if she had shouted something loudly, but the people and drums around her were noisy. Zhao Jianhui couldn't hear what she said at all.

When Zhao Jianhui placed the flowers on Yang Yalan's chest, the dancing villagers all around cheered loudly. A group of people came over and surrounded the two of them, throwing rice and flower petals at them. The other women who were still dancing danced more cheerfully. Zhao Jianhui and Yang Yalan were lifted up by the crowd and sent into a thatched house.

When everyone exited and closed the door, Zhao Jianhui, who was at a loss what to do, looked at Yang Yalan with surprised eyes: "Village Chief Yang, what is going on?"

Yang Yalan's face suddenly showed a shy expression like a girl, she lowered her head and whispered: "We have a rule here. Every year when the Shenhuo Festival is held, if a man from outside happens to be present, the leader of the tribe must give him flowers. If If he accepts and puts the flower back on her, it means that the man also likes the woman. If the man gives the flower to another woman, that woman will become the new leader. "

Zhao Jianhui was stunned for a moment and thought to himself, what kind of bullshit rule is this? If I knew, I wouldn't bring you that flower even if you beat me to death. "I'm sorry, Village Chief Yang. I really didn't know you still had this rule, but I really can't talk to you... Can you please go out and talk clearly to the villagers?"

"It's okay, but..." Yang Yalan glanced at Zhao Jianhui resentfully and said, "We also have a rule here. If the man doesn't sleep with the woman who was tricked by him, it means that the woman has lost the status of the tribe. Face will be thrown into the divine fire.”

"Ah?..." Why is there still such a rule? Isn't that just murder in disguise? This is illegal. However, Zhao Jianhui also knows that the habits and beliefs of some ethnic minorities are not only superstitious, but also cannot be understood.

Even the country, in order to respect national customs, turns a blind eye to some things. If you say no at this time, it will not only hurt the life of the woman in front of you, but also probably offend the entire village. But it’s really difficult to let yourself say yes. It's not because Yang Yalan is ugly, but because her identity is really not suitable for doing such a thing.

Zhao Jianhui was eagerly thinking of solutions, sitting motionless by the firepit and smoking. Yang Yalan saw that he had no reaction for a long time, and said aggrievedly: "It's a man, just say something! This is how I got pregnant with Xiang'er at the beginning, and that man was also a cadre, so I have no idea of ​​looking for him again. If I'm afraid of affecting you, The reputation of being an official, Then let me tell you clearly, after tonight, no one of us will bother anyone. If Secretary Zhao dislikes my ugly appearance, I will go out and let the villagers laugh at me. The worst is that I will not be able to pass the test of tempering by the divine fire, and let the God of Fire handle it. I’ll just take it.”

As Yang Yalan said this, she rushed towards the door and stretched out her hand to open the door.

Zhao Jianhui grabbed Yang Yalan and shouted in a deep voice: "What are you doing? Do you want to die?" Yang Yalan said resentfully: "Since you don't like me, there is a dead end waiting for me. What do you think we should do?" , her expression suddenly smiled, and then she pressed her soft body tightly against Zhao Jianhui's body. Go up, press Zhao Jianhui behind the door panel, stare at Zhao Jianhui's handsome face at close range, feel the other person's tight breathing, and whisper: "Have you figured it out? Are you willing to have me? "Yang Yalan said as she took the initiative to put her face in front of Zhao Jianhui: "Kiss me..."

Zhao Jianhui pushed Yang Yalan away and whispered: "Sit down first and listen to what I tell you."

"Well, as long as you agree, you will be my man, and of course I will listen to you in everything." Yang Yalan said very meekly, holding Zhao Jianhui's hand and sitting back on the thick grass mat beside the fire pit, smiling like a A girl of seventeen or eighteen years old was as brilliant as ever: "What do you have to say?"

"I... I just want to ask you, why doesn't your tribe want to move out of this mountain nest?" Zhao Jianhui hasn't come up with a way to persuade Yalan yet, so he can only hesitate to change her focus first. .

Yang Yalan stretched out an arm to hug Zhao Jianhui and whispered: "If there was a good place, who would be willing to live in this poor ravine? But where do you think we can move? Youdao is that it is difficult to leave the homeland. Young people go out. They don’t want to come back. The old people are used to living here and don’t want to leave. Besides, our ancestors’ tombs are on the deserted beach in the south. The living can leave, but what about the dead?”

Zhao Jianhui leaned back slightly, making the distance between himself and Yang Yalan further: "The government will choose a suitable place for you, don't worry about this. Even your ancestral tombs will be moved together. Wouldn't it be better to erect a tall monument to those martyrs who died in the war so that future generations can always remember their great achievements? "

"What will we eat and drink when we move out? This land and water have nurtured us for dozens of generations. Besides, Grandpa Mountain God doesn't agree with us leaving..." Yang Yalan twisted her butt towards Zhao Jianhui again. As if she was afraid that Zhao Jianhui would retreat further, she gently put an arm on Zhao Jianhui's shoulder.

"Don't be like this, let's talk for a while..." Well, why is it Grandpa Mountain God again? This simply left Zhao Jianhui speechless. Zhao Jianhui no longer knew how to communicate with this woman who was passionate and obviously hungry, but also had a head full of feudal superstition.

"Actually, if you really want us to move out, there is nothing you can do." Yang Yalan whispered, raised her eyes to look at Zhao Jianhui, smiled shyly, and suddenly stretched out her mouth to kiss Zhao Jianhui's face. : "As long as you stay with me for one night, then you will be the leader of this village. As the leader, if you want to do something in this village, as long as it makes sense, no one will object."

"Even if that's the case, won't your Mountain God Grandpa still object? Don't the villagers still have to listen to the Mountain God Grandpa? Even if I become the leader, what can I do if they obey the Mountain God Grandpa and don't leave?" Zhao Jianhui was suddenly surrounded by a woman. The hot and soft lips attacked, and he asked angrily.