Tan Wen patted his brother's shoulder and said nothing. Tan Wu seemed to be comforted by his brother's actions and became quiet.
"Sister Miaomiao, what Qin Wu said is right. These villagers look at us like..." Lin Zhu was right in his words.
"Like an animal that is about to be slaughtered during the New Year." Qi Jiajia answered coldly. She had already gotten off Qin Musong and was holding Cheng Miao's clothes like a tail.
Qin Musong's wolf-like eyes swept over the villagers. The villagers were frightened by the sharp edge in his eyes and withdrew their uncomfortable gaze.
It has to be said that with Qin Musong at Cheng Miao's side, Cheng Miao should be more at ease. A strong combat power can solve many things.
For example, in the last dungeon, Qin Musong did not actually understand all the rule prompts, but he relied on his combat power to violently pass the level and survived to the end.
Cheng Miao thought of his fish bone dagger. I’m tired, I also want to do a violent streaming output.
The village chief walked in front, as if he didn't notice the eyes of the villagers, and said to himself, "We have prepared three rooms for you, so squeeze in."
Everyone stopped at the door of three old houses. The village chief asked someone to deliver the meal before walking away with his hands behind his back.
"How can we live here?" A sunny boy among the newcomers looked at the house, then looked back at the people who were obviously not twisted into a rope, feeling a little headache.
The old players who had a team had already stood in a group, and those who were alone did not think about forming a gang and just stood there minding their own business.
On the contrary, the newcomers coyly decided to live with the old players to feel more at ease, but they were afraid of meeting someone with evil intentions, which would cost them their lives.
I struggled for a long time without making a decision.
"Let's live here." Cheng Miao didn't waste any time with them. There was still some time before dark, and ancestor worship would begin tomorrow. Cheng Miao wanted to go for a walk in the village.
Seeing that the most powerful person had moved into the room on the far right, everyone was a little ready to make a move, but Qi Jiajia, a girl with a poisonous tongue and arrogance, made everyone hesitate.
Just when the newcomer was still struggling, someone moved.
Cheng Miao watched Lian Ge walking over with her waist swaying like a dancer, like a peony that accidentally bloomed in the lotus pond. Her beautiful face had a faint expression, and her words became more like a handful of sand kneaded into sugar. Slightly hoarse and sweet, "Do you mind if I live with you?"
Cheng Miao raised her eyebrows and smiled, "Of course not, you are welcome."
Cheng Miao always kept a straight face when there were many people, but when he suddenly smiled, he really surprised a group of people.
Only Qi Jiajia rolled her eyes, and even Qin Musong and Lin Zhu were speechless.
Others don’t know that they don’t know? Cheng Miao is a beauty-controller, and she likes anyone who looks good.
Lian Ge raised the corner of her mouth slightly, waved her hand, and walked in the direction of the village chief.
Cheng Miao didn't care how the remaining people divided the houses, and spread out in the village with his friends to look for clues.
It was evening now, and Cheng Miao was walking slowly with an old scalper returning at dusk. The old scalper swept his tail, glanced at Cheng Miao, and then walked home intently.
Cheng Miao walked into a small alley and found that Lao Niu had entered the innermost courtyard. She was not in a hurry to go in. She probably drew a map of the path she walked in her mind while following Lao Niu for a walk.
The village is not big and is arranged in a tic-tac-toe pattern. It is at the top on the left side of the tic-tac-toe. It feels like a wealthy area. There are many livestock going home on the road.
She retreated to the center of the village and took a different path. There were no animals on this road, and there were even very few dogs barking. Many houses were empty and no one lived in them.
Cheng Miao picked a house with the door open and walked in. No one had lived in the house for a long time, and there was no trace of life. There was a thick layer of dust on the furniture.
Cheng Miao found bamboo strips and tissue paper for making lanterns in their warehouse. She packed some and put them in her space backpack. When she went out, she found a broken small lantern hanging by the well.
The lantern was so rotten that only the frame was left. The tissue paper covering it was gone, and only a small corner remained.
Cheng Miao touched the corner and sighed that the next lantern felt so good.
When the village chief came here, he said that their lanterns are mainly made of good fabrics. Ordinary people use tissue paper or oil paper, while those with money can use silk or even special fabrics.
When they come to learn how to make lanterns, they can only use tissue paper. The special fabric is a secret of their village and is never told outside.
Cheng Miao put down the lantern and walked out the door, but she always felt that there was some information that she had ignored, like a sticker that should have been flat and had one edge raised.
Cheng Miao shook her head and walked inside, and suddenly found a family with a locked door and a lantern hanging at the door.
The alley before was crowded with people and desolate. Cheng Miao was about to find a way to climb up and touch the lantern when he saw the door creaking open from the inside.
A lean old man stretched his head out and saw Cheng Miao outside the door. His cloudy eyes widened, "Who are you and what are you doing in front of my house?"
Cheng Miao was obedient for a second, said gently and gently, "Uncle, we are the volunteers who are here to help make lanterns this time."
The uncle suddenly understood, and he smiled, showing his teeth that were burnt yellow by the smoke, "Why are you here? I'm so out of the way, there's nothing interesting to see."
Cheng Miao felt a little strange. When all the villagers saw them, they were like a weasel seeing a chicken. They were eager to invite them to sit in the house, but the uncle had no intention of letting Cheng Miao in.
"Uncle, can I go in and have a chat with you? The village chief said we can walk around the village and appreciate the local customs."
Cheng Miao didn't blush and was out of breath. The village chief didn't say he couldn't go out, so he could just visit.
The uncle was obviously a little wary of the village chief, so he opened the door reluctantly after hearing what Cheng Miao said.
Cheng Miao walked in. The family was indeed not rich. There was only an old yellow dog lying on the ground basking in the sun. When Cheng Miao came in, he just raised his head and glanced, then closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Cheng Miao sat down on the horse and chatted with the somewhat restless uncle, "Uncle, do you live alone?"
"And my daughter." The uncle pointed toward the house with his cigarette stick. Cheng Miao saw a woman sitting in the half-open door, sewing a quilt.
"Uncle, I heard that our lanterns are well made, is there any secret?" Cheng Miao picked up the corn in the frame and helped to peel it. The corn was dry in the sun and difficult to peel, so Cheng Miao just pretended to do it.
The uncle's left eyelid twitched. He knocked the pipe on the ground and lit a fire. "What's the trick? As long as the materials are good."
"Then I heard that we will be worshiping our ancestors tomorrow. Is there anything we need to pay attention to? We are outsiders and don't understand these rules."
The uncle looked at Cheng Miao, his hoarse voice was long, and the expression on his face was meaningful, "Ancestor worship is a big deal and a good thing!"
