Several outsiders came to the village chief's house, and many people gathered around to watch after hearing about it.
At this moment, a few people felt like monkeys in a zoo, where people were busy watching with strange expressions on their faces.
There were people standing in circles around the big banyan tree. The six people sitting under the big banyan tree were helpless.
Song Nancheng must have been used to this scene for a long time. He waved enthusiastically, "Don't stand around. Come sit down and let's chat."
So the melon-eating crowd who came to watch took out small stools, sat down for a while, and even took out the melon seeds to crack them.
Song Nancheng asked, "Are there very few outsiders coming here?"
The melon-eaters chirped and replied, "No, the people coming and going around are people from villages all over the place. I have never seen strange outsiders like you before."
"How old are you all?"
"I'm one hundred and fifty years old, and I have six generations living under the same roof. I'm so beautiful."
"Do you usually go to school? Do you understand advanced mathematics?"
"I'm in school, but I haven't heard of what you're talking about. I'm pretty good at abacus."
"Have you ever wondered why the stars in the sky shine?"
Now the way the crowd looked at them changed again, and turned into looking at fools.
"The stars in the sky are just bright. Why are they so bright?"
For the people here, the stars in the sky will be bright, just like the fields can grow vegetables and people need to eat. There is no reason.
Tsk!
A few people smashed their mouths.
This is a way of restricting culture and imprisoning their thoughts in order to achieve the purpose of restricting their freedom.
If you don’t know what is on the other side of the horizon, you will naturally not think about walking to the other side of the horizon.
The village chief Duo mentioned the year 673 in the Gregorian calendar, so this planet has existed for more than 600 years.
Tianchenxing, the headquarters of Tianchen Group.
Mo Tianyao rushed into the chairman's office in a panic, "She is back, but Mo Zunyue did not follow the clues we left to come to Tianchenxing, but went to the research base."
Mo Chen snorted, "There is a way to heaven but she will not take it. If there is no way to hell, she will rush into it. Now that she has gone, don't even think about coming out alive. Act according to the plan, get what you should get, and silence her directly. Research on the base, absolutely Can’t shake it out.”
"Yes." Mo Tianyao took the order and went to do it.
There was no hesitation in his tone that was caused by his daughter.
The Harvest Festival is the biggest festival for the people in the village.
They celebrate every year before the wheat harvest.
In the open space at the end of the field, there was a bonfire party, various delicacies, and people singing and dancing to celebrate the harvest.
Tong Li was happily munching on a handful of barbecue skewers, Song Nancheng and the others were dancing in the crowd, and Mo Zunyue sat in an auditorium and watched all of this quietly.
Shen Fuwei held a glass of beer and sat down next to Mo Zunyue.
The stars above our heads are bright, and the fireworks in the world are in front of our eyes.
Countless people were immersed in this carnival, celebrating the good weather and the happy people's lives.
"The food harvest is abundant, people have no worries about food and clothing, and people's lives are peaceful and smooth. There is nothing wrong with it."
Shen Fuwei took a sip of beer, frowned bitterly, and threw it on the table in disgust.
Mo Zunyue raised her eyebrows, "Do you know what this scene reminds me of?"
"What?"
"Pigs raised in pens."
"Huh?" Shen Fuwei looked at Mo Zunyue inexplicably.
Her eyes fell on the burning bonfire, and her bright face was particularly dazzling in the firelight.
But her expression was too indifferent, as indifferent as a god who despised all living beings.
"Farmers raise pigs, feed them, and give them water. There is no need for these pigs to do anything on weekdays. They do not need to work or create profits. The only thing they do is to eat and sleep. When the time is right, they will be slaughtered and sent away. Serve to the table.”
Shen Fuwei's eyes were as dark as a cold winter night, "Then these farmers really deserve to die."
"We broke into his farm. It's impossible that the farmer didn't know about it and was about to take action."
As soon as Mo Zunyue finished speaking, the beer barrels stacked high behind him collapsed, frightening the people around them to retreat.
Someone panicked and knocked down the two of them. Shen Fuwei protected Mo Zunyue behind him. However, the crowd was in chaos and they couldn't use spells in front of others. The two of them were squeezed far away in the direction they fled.
In the chaos, a barbecue skewer in someone's hand accidentally scratched the back of Mo Zunyue's hand, slightly breaking the skin and causing drops of blood to seep out.
Seeing this, the man apologized quickly, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. They crowded so hard that I accidentally bumped into you. Are you okay?"
Mo Zunyue wiped away the drop of blood on the back of her hand, "It's okay."
The beer foam spread on the ground. The village chief had an anxious look on his face and stepped forward to urge him, "Hurry up and clean up. We're about to start praying to the gods."
Please God?
Mo Zunyue asked the person who bumped into her next to her, "Do you still believe in God?"
The man rolled up the skewers and said excitedly, "We believe in the God of Grain here. We hold a harvest festival every year to invite the God. The God of Grain will appear and then select some boys to go to the sacred mountain to be child prodigies."
Mo Zunyue:! ! !
Shen Fuwei:! ! !
He had a look of disbelief on his face, "Will spirits appear again? And choose a boy? Go to the sacred mountain?"
The man said excitedly, "Yes, yes, I wonder if I can be selected this year."
Shen Fuwei: "Have those who were chosen as boys in previous years ever come back after going to the Holy Mountain?"
"Of course I won't come back, but if you want to be a boy, who would want to return to our mortal world?"
Shen Fuwei:... Damn!
This is the interstellar age, and there are still people who are using the methods of gods to deceive people. The important thing is that these people really believe it.
This shows how important it is to break feudal superstition and popularize knowledge.
"groove!"
When Mo Zunyue saw the statue pushed up, she was deeply speechless.
Under the devout eyes of the villagers, a huge...mecha?
To be precise, it's not a mecha. It's a five-meter-tall metal statue, sitting cross-legged. It has no facial features and is smooth all over, like a fake model in a clothing store.
How could this be a god? It was clearly a metal robot that was a product of technology.
The villagers were doing what they called a god-pleasing ceremony, and several people from Song Nancheng, who were having a lot of fun, approached Mo Zunyue.
"Sect Master, isn't this just a broken robot? If they can regard it as a god, they won't be scared silly if they go to see the outside world."
Mo Zunyue was also speechless and didn't know what to say.
The villagers chattered a lot, and the village chief stood in front of the robot, clasped his hands together, and said piously, "Ask the ancient gods to choose this year's boy."
Everyone was praying silently and nervously waiting for the results.
Mo Zunyue could clearly hear the people around her murmuring.
"Choose me, choose me, choose me..."
The six sober people:…
Immediately afterwards, the robot projected several rays of divine light, which shone on the ten people.
The chosen six:…
I knew those people couldn't wait to kill them.
(End of chapter)
