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Chapter 535 Famine and Spiritual Spring 10 (Plus)

Speaking of this, if you don't understand it, it's over.

The village head is indeed selfish, but he is still open about major issues, and he can't help being stupid in this situation.He immediately stated that he was willing to offer the most sincere tribute and choose a villager who hadn't entered the temple to ask the mountain god to take him there.

The tributes to the mountain gods, in addition to the essential incense candles, are usually homemade big white steamed buns, as well as seasonal fruits.

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone could have guessed that the tribute he was talking about must be food.

A caring person turns around in his heart and thinks: This is a good job!

No matter who is carrying things, there is always a chance to save a little on the way, some as tributes to the mountain gods, and the rest are used to feed themselves!Why, how can there be people who make people work but not people eat?

If you want to blame it, blame the village chief's family for being too anxious. They have been there before, otherwise it would not be the turn of outsiders.

A man with wicked eyebrows and mischievous eyes emerged from the crowd, and said with a smile: "Uncle Wu, let me do this matter, I haven't paid my respects yet!"

Seeing that it was him who came out, the village chief frowned subconsciously.

This young man's name is Huang Aren, his parents died early, and he is idle all day long, either stealing the fruits grown by this family, or driving out the chickens raised by that family, no one wants to associate with him.

He is a man, at the age of thirty, he is still a poor man.Count on him to do business?Don't, don't make Master Shanshen angry.

So the village head pretended not to see him, turned his eyes to the crowd, and asked again: "Who is going?"

The clan elder raised his hand tremblingly, and said expectantly, "Wu'er, I'll go, I've already lived to this age, and I don't know how many times I can see the mountain god again..."

This clan always respects the mountain god the most. I heard that he drove his son up the mountain a few days ago and put a few pieces of precious sugar buns on the altar...

At that time, many villagers said in private that he was a fool, and he didn't eat good things for himself first.

Of course, they said that they were all afraid of retribution, and no one dared to take the sugar bun back from the altar.In the end, the three girls who were hiding in the mountain temple were taken advantage of.

The village chief was a little hesitant, afraid that his legs and feet would be inconvenient, in case he fell on the road...

The clan elder's son came out and said, "I'll carry daddy up, just give me the tribute!"

"Then... let's do it."

In this way, it was agreed that the father and son would go.

The village head led them back, took three white-faced steamed buns the size of a fist, and repeatedly told them to be dignified and not to offend the mountain god.

When they came out of the village chief's house, several old and thin-skinned old men came with food, or a handful of dried fruit, or a small piece of pancake, stuffed them into the basket, and talked endlessly.

The clan elder climbed onto his son's back with a basket in his arms, and the father and son went to the mountain temple.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they left the village, Huang Aren, who had failed to get errands before, followed them.

Taking advantage of the clan elder's unpreparedness, he rushed out from behind, grabbed the basket from the clan elder's arms, hugged it in his arms and ran away!

The old son of the clan supported his father's legs with both hands, but failed to hold him. The elder of the clan was stunned for a moment before he realized it. Seeing that the tribute to the mountain god was snatched away by this bastard, he didn't catch his breath and fainted .

That Huang Aren took the tribute and hid in the mountain depression.

First he broke open a white flour steamed bun, held half in each of his left and right hands, took a bite while squinting his eyes contentedly.

Since the last time he ate the food that the long-tongued girl hid outside, he has been hungry for two days now, relying on drinking water to support him.Now that he got something to eat, he was willing to stop after stuffing two steamed buns.

At this time there was still something in the basket, Huang Aren thought: I have a tribute in my hand now, and I heard the mountain god talking last time, why don't I ask it too?

He thought about what to ask on the way.

Help everyone go out together?No, no, no, he doesn't do this kind of thing. If you ask me that, it's not Huang Aren!

He walked across the slope with a sinister smile, and the gate of the mountain temple came into view.

In fact, before he entered the temple, Lan Shuying recognized him—it was the rice thief who was lying on the roof before!

"Did this person not get beaten enough last time?" Lan Shuying frowned in disgust.

During the few days she stayed in this temple, she had come into contact with at least [-] or [-] villagers. Apart from the greedy village chief's family, this Huang Aren left the worst impression on her!

If she didn't want to expose herself, she wanted to go out and beat him up with women last time.

She broke the last piece of bread in half, distributed it to the two little girls, and tucked the long yellow tablecloth tightly.

Huang Aren walked in, subconsciously looked at the dishes on the altar table, and said "Huh".

He didn't think the mountain god master would really use these mortal foods, didn't they all say that the gods eat a breath of energy?But the dish is clean, and there is not even a few stars left. Who did it? !

"His grandma's, I would have come to get it if I knew it earlier, I was hungry for two days..."

Lan Shuying squatted under the altar and heard clearly, and was speechless for a while.

What's worse, his words amused Xiaoxiao and Lulu under the plank, and I don't know which little girl laughed.

Huang Aren's eyes rolled wildly, and he felt something was wrong.

He came a little closer, smelled the fragrance, his nose was itchy, and he couldn't help but sneezed loudly, making Lan Shuying frowned.

Huang Aren's eyes flickered, he held his breath and knelt down to offer incense, and asked, "Grandfather of the Mountain God, I want to ask, how to survive this famine?"

He hadn't finished the last word "Huang" when the person suddenly rushed forward and lifted the tablecloth off!

Looking at each other, Huang Aren smiled grimly and stretched out his hand to grab her out: "Qin! Xiao! Le!"

He was very familiar with the little face in front of him.

He couldn't find a wife when he was thirty, so he gave up the idea of ​​getting married. He just went to harass the little girls in the village from time to time. Qin Xiaole, who was beautiful with facial features, was one of them. This little girl was clever and teased him several times. It's on the account.

Lan Shuying avoided his hand and rolled out from the side.

She kicked Huang Aren's ass hard first, his head hit the table leg, and a lump immediately swelled up, "Ouch!"

Lan Shuying didn't give him a chance to make a comeback at all. Knowing that this body was weak, she used clever strength to hold him, pulled his hair, and put his head close to the incense candle.

"Qin Xiaole! You little bastard, you are the one who pretends to be a mountain god! You have the guts to let go of me. If I don't beat you to death today, I won't be called Huang Ah... ah!!"

Lan Shuying directly broke one of his index fingers.

Ten fingers connected to a heart, but he can accept it.

"I don't care if your name is A Mao or A Gou. Who is pretending to be a ghost? But look, I am a fairy boy ordered by the mountain god! He wants to help you out of trouble, but you are acting wild in this world! If you live Just say it when you are tired, and I will help you!"

　(2/7 debt repayment)

　　

　

(End of this chapter)