Start of the famine: Take the crazy batch of sisters to farm and make a fortune

late at night.

Half village people.

Hold yourself and listen to ghosts and gods.

That scene was a spectacle.

The contradiction between being afraid and not wanting to leave, and wanting to listen but not daring to listen more is particularly awkward.

The old village master spoke several times, but was ignored.

No way, he called several patrol officers to leave.

Ding Xuewei was very curious about how to get rid of this ghost. Of course, she would know soon.

This day was the evening of the fifth day when she was brought into the Yiyong Village.

The exorcism ceremony begins.

Ding Xuewei, who has melon seeds in one hand and a ponytail in the other, is particularly conspicuous.

For the past five days, she rested during the day for the first three days, and went out for a swim at night to show off. In the next two days, after staring at a few families and naming them, she switched to resting at night and during the day out of space.

There are many people in Yiyong Village, and it's okay, residents from the east and west can't walk in front of each other.

In Xizhai, she said she was from Dongzhai, and in Dongzhai, she said she was from Xizhai.

She never went to the children's pile, and she ran the entire Yiyong Village in two days without anyone noticing anything wrong, and the more people she came into contact with, the more courageous she became, in the name of listening to stories, The more you ask, the more you ask.

But in just two days, she not only knew the origin of Yiyong Village, but also knew that the current old village owner cared the least about those forty-five old widows.

This Volunteer Village was built more than 40 years ago. At that time, the village was full of courage and courage, but the volunteer village with dozens of people did only what Ding Xuewei thought was courageous deeds.

However, with the passage of time, more and more people flow into Yiyongzhai for various reasons.

If there are more people, the income will be less, and if the income is less, there will not be many good things that can be done.

The owner of the village at that time, in order to maintain the basic life of the population in the village, looked at the cultivation of fields.

This is a lawless person, and there is another forced reclamation, refusing to pay taxes.

Naturally, it was listed as a key point by the government.

The people in the Volunteer Village were not forced to go up the mountain due to various difficulties.

The government didn't think about their own reasons, and didn't give them a way to survive. Naturally, some of the more hostile members of the village were forced to the point of no return.

The old village master competed for the position of the second village master 20 years ago. Since he took the position, the word righteousness and bravery has become a joke.

Whether to do it or not depends only on whether the passer-by has what he wants and whether he has paid enough tolls.

And the former Yiyongzhai yamen did not let go, let alone the later ones.

It's just that the village owner is obviously ambitious and keeps recruiting troops.

To this day, the Yiyong Village has already changed its appearance. The wooden walls have become thick walls, and the original village with only a few dozen people has also been expanded into a fortress with thousands of families.

The division of labor in the village is clear and there are many rules, it seems like a small world.

However, there are people who gossip in strict places.

The first group to take root in Yiyongzhai generally have high status and great ability.

Under the flattery of Ding Xuewei's violent rainbow fart, the women even told her gossip about the old village master.

"Grandma Zhang."

Seeing the familiar figure, Ding Xuewei yelled sweetly, and the next second, the melon seed package in her hand was delivered to the old woman.

"My mother quietly gave it to me."

She blinked earnestly.

The Futai woman took the melon seed buns and grabbed a handful of them unceremoniously.

When Guazi came into view, she was surprised.

"This melon seed is so big!"

"This melon seed is not only big, but also delicious. Try it."

Caramel-flavored melon seeds, her favorite.

When watching a play, of course I want my favorite sunflower seeds.

"Sweet!"

Mrs. Zhang was surprised.

Ding Xuewei's big bright eyes flashed in a panic, indifferently, they were for this woman.

Sure enough, Mrs. Zhang looked around and took Ding Xuewei to the west.

Although they are the same people in the village, the contribution points of each person are divided into different things.

I may not have what you have, and you may not be able to meet what I have.

No, there are too many shameless gluttonous women in the village, and if the two of them do not hide from some people, there are definitely not many who get their mouths.

Thanks to this mother-in-law, Ding Xuewei was led by her and squeezed into the crowd.

She sat on the instep of Mrs. Zhang, and Mrs. Zhang sat on her little horse.

They are in the front row.

The purposely built altar is in the center of a circle and is very large, about [-] square meters.

Surrounding the altar, apart from the old and the weak, are women.

There are no adult males in the entire Dharma venue.

They were sent to separate altars in various places, and when the time came, they would use blood sacrifices in various places to drive the terrifying monster to the main altar.

This morning, when I heard that it sounded very reliable, but it was actually a way to completely fool people, Ding Xuewei had an idea. She is a sorceress who knows how to take advantage of the fear of the people in Yiyong Village.

Originally, this kind of thing should be performed by one person.

But Yiyongzhai is not something they can fool.

He came up with this method by accident, and it happened that the old village owner was also anxious to see the result.

These days, they let go of too many fat sheep, except for their Yiyong village, who knows how many cottages they have fed!

"It's time, open the altar~"

The mysterious Daoist Qingxu brandished a mahogany sword and opened the curtain of the event, while Ding Xuewei and Mrs. Zhang just finished eating the melon seeds.

Ding Xuewei didn't take much, and the two tried their best to remove the smell from the skin of the melon seeds when they ate them. Besides, Mrs. Zhang was very good at choosing a seat, and the few around her didn't ask for it even though they smelled the fragrance.

"Grandma Zhang, I'll get some more when I go back." Ding Xuewei seemed to be unsatisfied, and the various magical powers on the altar seemed attractive but not so attractive.

After all, she is a lucky person who 'didn't' see certain scenes, and even heard the sound because she was too sleepy!

"Eat later, watch first."

The two communicated too much, even looking at Ding Xuewei's new little daughter-in-law, they didn't ask much. In Ding Xuewei's regret, her eyes turned back to the altar again.

It may be a world derived from reality. Exorcism, demons, exorcism, and ghosts are all about that.

Taoist priests played with fire and danced with swords, and witches burned incense to petition.

"That's it, are you here?"

When a sorceress suddenly raised her head to show that she was no longer herself, Ding Xuewei gently poked Granny Zhang's knee.

Mrs. Zhang was nervous, and when she poked her, she almost didn't jump up.

Then she turned her head and met Mrs. Zhang's eyes. Mrs. Zhang wanted to say no to her, and no if she didn't.

"Look."

"Oh~"

To be honest, Ding Xuewei was quite curious about their abilities.

In the real world, there are indeed some things that science cannot explain.

Perhaps, they can know their origins.

Is Ding Xuewei afraid?

She is not afraid.

In the past, she had never done anything wrong, and in the novel, she tried her best to be a good person.

If she still has to be singled out to speak out, then the problem is definitely not with her, but with someone else.

Ding Xuewei is open-minded, these witches and priests are indeed just trying to gain fame.

After some tricks, things are done, and her soul from the real world has nothing to do.

"Grandma Zhang, tell me, will the people in the village get retribution?" On the way back from the meeting, Ding Xuewei tilted her head with a heavy heart.

When Mrs. Zhang heard her words, her expression was not very good.

However, she still answered her: "We have no choice but to do this kind of work who has food!"

"But we are not short of food now. My mother said that last year my family divided up dozens of taels of silver, and the savings from the previous few years can buy a small room in the city." Ding Xuewei continued her naivety. evil.

Yiyongzhai lives and lives by performance, the more you do, the more you get.

According to Ding Xuewei, her father was the only one in their family, and her mother and their younger siblings were only in charge of the vegetable fields.

If you have better money, whoever digs the land, the person in charge of growing vegetables is the most unpopular person in Yiyong Village.

It's also thanks to Ding Xuewei who can speak well, has a sweet mouth and knows how to make people happy, otherwise, this vicious woman who has held more than a hundred heads by her side will be the first to give her a bad face.

"There are four of you in a small room. That's how people live? Your father was born in a village, and you don't have household registration. How do you live when you leave the village? Next, one must live a life worth living. Hold up your head The gods of three feet want to understand all the sufferings in the world, so how could there be our village?"

"Boy, we are the ones who suffer. Our existence is to survive those evil deeds in our previous life and pay off the debtors. What we should do is to use our own advantages to fight for more for ourselves and let more people die." The old grievances of the past, climb to the dust-free sky as soon as possible."

"Boy, don't listen to people talking about ghosts. If ghosts exist, we shouldn't appear in our village. Don't listen to people saying that the world outside is good. If it's good, why do so many people always want to join us? Join us!" No, just set up camp nearby."

"Boy, it's the same effort. Digging the field is actually no different from going down the mountain. Some things, if you do too much, there is nothing to be afraid of. Look, people who go to the altar today are not afraid of ghosts." Word?"

Ding Xuewei and Yama were stunned.

This awareness, this comprehension.

Absolutely.

She felt a little sorry for herself if she didn't enter this brave village.

I have heard that those who do not want to follow the current village master are enthroned in bliss and have gone to listen to the Buddha's lectures.

Ding Xuewei's idea that as long as there is a good person in the village, she will show mercy is simply ridiculous.

20 years, not two years and not two days, but anyone with a little conscience will not stay in this brave village!

···Suddenly, I feel more than my conscience.

Why did these old ladies come up with such bad thoughts because of their cheerful personalities!
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