The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 172 Feather Duster with Willow Branches
"Go! Smash all the people from the other villages!"

An Sheng was riding in a simple sedan chair. There was no confusion about the current situation on her face, only joy.

An Sheng had witnessed scenes like this countless times in his previous life. However, because he wasn't a local villager or married or had children here, most of the time, he sat on the sidelines and watched the celebrations between humans and gods.

More than 99% of the gods in Xiadong, whether they are orthodox Taoist gods or local gods, are human ancestor gods whose prototypes can be found in history.

During festivals or any grand events, the local villagers of Xiadong would go to the ancestral hall to invite the so-called gods, who were actually their ancestors, to participate in the activities organized spontaneously by the people.

Ansheng is now riding in a sedan chair, carried by local villagers in a parade around the village.

After the village parade ends, they will go to a designated location to join the parades of other villages.

Next, all the villages participating in the tea-fighting competition will carry their own gods and compete in a life-and-death race on the designated route. Whoever's god arrives first will be able to sit at the top of the altar and eat the first incense.

In a sense, the parade team fights for the glory of the village, and there are rewards for winning.

It’s okay if you lose, you’ll get a seat on a cushion in the ancestral hall.

When your ancestors forgive you, you won’t have to kneel in the ancestral hall to apologize to them.

Although it is just a process, today's technology is so advanced.

If you are not careful, being punished to kneel in the ancestral hall may easily become a hot topic on the note platform, leading to social death.

Whether it is the young people in Changxi Town or the young people in other villages, they are all working hard.

"Crackling——"

The team carrying the sedan chair of the gods completed the ceremony of circling the village in the light of firecrackers and the smoke of gunpowder. It was already five o'clock in the morning, and the villagers of Changxi Town came to the original gathering place in a proud manner.

"This thing is still awesome!"

While walking around the village, Ansheng borrowed some props from the villagers' homes, such as a feather duster, one of the nemesis of naughty children, or branches from a willow tree, and two broken data cables.

Use willow branches and a feather duster to ward off evil spirits while beating.

"How do you feel, Xiao An? Are you feeling unwell?"

On the side, Yu Xueqing, without blushing or panting, looked at the little fox in the sedan chair with a feather duster in its claws with a worried look on her face, and spoke hesitantly.

There were firecrackers everywhere in the village, and then, someone carried him all the way and sped him along.

Aqing was really worried and the little fox was under stress.

"Mmmmm! Master is so happy! Fox, today I'm going to beat ten of them alone!"

The little fox's whimpering sound fell into Yu Xueqing's ears and was translated into a faithful and elegant word.

"Don't worry, Aqing! Dad and I are just renting potted plants. We are here to join in the fun. The real shopping will be done by the young people." Yu Zhenghong, who was carrying the sedan chair, said with a smile to Aqing not to worry.

"Anyone can rush onto the street today, but Dad will defend Master Fuli's safety to the death."

Another uncle from the same village next to Yu Zhenghong couldn't help but complain:
"That's not right. We haven't even started yet and you're already planning to surrender! When we were young, everyone ran down the road carrying the statue of their master. We're experienced and the load is lighter, so why can't we win?"

Statues of gods are not light in weight. Ceramic statues weighing over 100 kilograms are considered to have undergone weight reduction.

Yu Zhenghong rolled his eyes when he heard this.

Yes, yes, yes, you always say that when you were young, don’t you have any idea of what everyone’s situation is like now?

In a few years, you will have three highs, lumbar disc herniation, rheumatic bone disease, and presbyopia. Are you still stubborn and refusing to admit that you are old?
"You bold old man! Stop your whining!"

"Just run forward, and I'll leave everything else to An!"

The little fox whimpered in dissatisfaction.

"Dad Xiao An said you're too negative and dampened his spirits. He doesn't want to bless our family anymore."

Seeing Master Fuli looking at him and moaning, Yu Zhenghong, who didn't understand, looked at his daughter. Yu Xueqing hesitated and began to translate for her father.

"Fuck me!"

"Think back to when I was young, Hong and I would sweep the streets with the boss without even taking a breath. It was just a few kilometers, right? Even Usain Bolt would have to eat his fart!"

Yu Zhenghong's soft spot was hit hard by Master Fuli, and his old face suddenly turned red and his blood boiled.

…………After a short break, all the teams participating in the parade lined up at the starting point.

however.

The mission of escorting the gods to the venue does not start at an auspicious time.

The uncles and elders from each village took the [Holy Grail] and started to vote, asking the masters if they could start.

After getting the consent of all the masters, the young man carrying the sedan chair started moving instantly and ran forward.

More than thirty sedan chairs were packed with people, huddled together on the road, unwilling to give way even an inch, like the players colliding at the beginning of a rugby game.

"Fuck! Hold on!"

At the beginning of the departure, An Sheng, who was standing near the edge of the road, directed Yu Zhenghong and the others to squeeze in. Only by squeezing onto the road could they move forward, but their team was too far to the outside and was squeezed by the crowd and sedan chairs on the road, and the sedan chairs began to overturn.

An Sheng quickly grabbed the handrail of the sedan chair and shouted loudly to Yu Zhenghong and the others.

Originally, Aqing, who was not supposed to appear in the parade, stretched out her little hand inconspicuously.

In an instant, An Sheng felt a push on his back, and the sedan chair, which had already fallen sideways, stood up straight.

As Ansheng's car stood upright, the group of sedan chairs that were originally crowding towards this side tilted straight to the right. Various exclamations were heard, and even the group of sedan chairs on the right suddenly fell to the ground.

A group of strong men like bulls, lying on the ground with confused faces, hurriedly supported the fallen immortal master.

"For Master Fuli!"

Yu Zhenghong ran in front, pushing away the crowd blocking his way with one hand and pulling the sedan chair with the other, trying to squeeze through the crowd and complete the departure, but it was difficult to move forward.

"I, Master Fuli, will open the steel door with one sword!"

While it was still dark, An Sheng looked around and picked up a willow branch beside him, and hit the person in front of him who was deliberately blocking his way on the butt.

Master Fuli swung his willow branch down and hit the pants of the person who was blocking the road, making them dent into the ditch.
"Ow—"

When suddenly attacked, the person who was deliberately blocking the way immediately cried out and covered his red buttocks. With red eyes, he turned around to see who was so unsportsmanlike as to launch an armed sneak attack on him in the Mariana Trench.

He glared at me.

The little fox stood up in the sedan chair, raised the feather duster and glared back condescendingly.

He shrank his neck and covered his butt with his hands, grinning awkwardly.

All right! The gods from other villages hit me in my ditch and you always kick cotton.

"drive!"

In the crowded crowd, some people were really squeezed and couldn't get on the bus, but some of those who forced themselves to squeeze in used the tactic of self-destruction.

Those who run slowly should start slowly and force themselves to squeeze together on the road to buy time for their own people.

Those who run fast push off the ground with all their strength and rush to the tea-fighting competition venue first.

An Sheng beat up everyone he saw, and beat their pants until they sank into the ditch.

"Out!"

Yu Zhenghong narrowed his eyes, ignored everything else, and squeezed forward with all his might, while Ansheng prevented other teams from trying to pull over the car, blocking his own departure.

Yu Zhenghong pushed forward, and suddenly there was space in front of him. He immediately showed joy and shouted, and the seven people in the same convoy were suddenly shocked. They took a step back to gather strength and rushed forward. The one in front pulled the sedan out with all their strength.

"Fuck!"

Yu Zhenghong exerted too much force and fell to the ground when he pulled the sedan chair out. However, the sedan chair that Master Fuli was riding in had already arrived at the starting line.

The seven sedan bearers ignored Yu Zhenghong and ran forward with all their might.

Even though An Sheng was riding in the sedan chair and had fastened her seat belt, she was still being bounced up and down, especially when turning, the sedan chair almost turned over.

"Wait for me! I haven't carried the sedan yet!"

Yu Zhenghong was shocked and quickly got up and ran for his life to get back into the convoy.

(End of this chapter)