Zi Bo and Yang Yi discussed for a while and then set off to Wujia Village in the south of Pangshan Mountain, the farthest away from Zijia Village.
When we arrived at Wujiacun, the sun had already begun to set in the west. After avoiding the bright sun at noon, the farmers continued to work in the fields.
"Hey guys, where is your village Wu Shun?" The three villages have contacts with each other. Zi Bo's Li Zheng has been there since before the Qin Dynasty, but at that time it was still the Li Zheng of the Chu State, and now it is the Li Zheng of the Qin Dynasty. Basically everyone in the surrounding villages knows him.
"Ah, it's Master Zi. Our village is in Zhengyang'er. You can find it if you go and take a look." The farmer straightened up. When he saw it was Uncle Zi, he bent down slightly and saluted.
"Okay, let me go take a look. You can go about your business." Zibo nodded, waved his hand and walked towards the center of Wujia Village with Yang Yi.
"Uncle Zi, why do you feel that the crops on the Wu family's side are growing better than ours?" Yang Yi couldn't help but say as he walked on the edge of the field and looked at the green in the Wu family's fields.
Although Yang Yi was as upright as Zi Bo, the younger Yang Yi was actually a generation younger than Zi Bo, so he had to call Zi Bo uncle.
"This... we'll talk about it after we see Wu Shun." Uncle Zi frowned and dragged Yang Yi quickly towards the center of Wujia Village.
But Zi Bo's eyes did stay on that field for a moment, with hesitation in his expression.
Arriving at Wu Shun's residence in Wujia Village, two Li Zhengs from other villages did see Wu Shun.
"Old Wu, long time no see, how are you doing?" Uncle Zi had a smile on his face.
"Lao Zi is here, and Yang Yi is here too." Wu Shun seemed to have just lost his temper, with the same anxiety on his face as Uncle Yang Yi.
"Uncle Wu Shun, what happened to make you so anxious?" Yang Yi sat on the stool and asked Wu Shun.
"This... harm, you don't know something." Wu Shun put down the water bowl he had just picked up and sighed, "The crops in our Wujia Village have stopped growing for some unknown reason. ! It’s already been less than half a month!”
Card.
The water bowl hit the table and made a loud noise.
"I've been working on this for the past few days, and I'm almost dying of anxiety. If this banker doesn't grow, what will happen to the tax? Should I buy grain to offset it? The people can't survive..." Wu Shun was impatient because of his impatience. Very angry, he himself has a bad temper.
Zi Bo and Yang Yi looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.
"Sure enough, your village also has it... Our village's food supply has also stopped, and it's almost half a year old." Yang Yi frowned, sighed, and smashed the table.
"Our village has been suspended for a whole month..." Zi Bo's tone was filled with obvious pain.
"You all...?" Wu Shun had a look of surprise on his face, and suddenly felt less angry.
"Old Wu, let's make a long story short." Uncle Zi took out the tiger king slips from his clothes and put it on the table. Yang Yi also took out his own tiger king slips. "This time the crops stopped growing is a big deal. We do it for the common people." , can’t delay.”
"Do you want to hold the Hujun Wine Festival?" Wu Shun looked at Hujun Jian, his eyes lit up, and then dimmed again. His index finger tapped on the table uneasily, making a "ta-da" sound, "But it's only five days now." The month is against the rules..."
"There is no time to care about rules now. We are upright, so we can't just let the people starve to death." After thinking carefully, Yang Yi also got out of the so-called "rules" and said uncomfortably.
"Titans don't eat blood. We all know this." Zibo crossed his hands on the table and looked at the other two Li Zheng. "If you don't have any objections, Old Wu, I will lead your village to dance in three days." Those who dance with Tiger Lord, go to our village."
"This year's Tiger Lord Wine Festival should be brought forward one month. After all, we have to solve the problem."
Wu Shun lowered his head, his eyes flashed a few times, gritted his teeth, and nodded: "Sure! As for the pigs and sheep, as we said last year, your village will produce fat pigs, our village will produce sheep mothers and sons this year, and other little Yangs." Their village takes care of everything.”
"Yes, I know. I'll be waiting for you at the festival in three days?"
"Well, I'll take the sheep over there when the time comes." Wu Shun slapped the table.
"Then I will also take the chickens, ducks and geese with me."
...
Three days passed very quickly, but in Mimura's eyes, the days seemed like years.
In the past three days, in addition to preparing for the annual Tiger King Wine Festival, they also had to continue to observe the growth of crops, and there was almost no smile on their faces.
Urgent, the people are anxious, they are even more anxious.
"Young Tiger Tiger, you must not let anything happen to you..."
Before the ceremony began, Uncle Zheng, the elder of Zijia Village, knelt down in the direction of Pang Mountain, closed his eyes, frowned and muttered, and kept kowtowing.
"Dad, what is grandpa doing?" A little boy stood next to a man, holding the man's hand, looking at Zibo who kept kowtowing, and asked his father.
"Your grandpa...he is praying for the tiger's blessing." The man stroked the boy's head with his generous palm and said with a wry smile, his face also full of gloom.
Another little girl was held by a woman's hand and hugged the woman's legs, with a little fear in her eyes.
"Don't be afraid, A-hua. Your father and grandfather are both here, and the tiger is a good god and doesn't eat children." The woman patted A-hua's back and comforted her.
"Mom, you are lying. When I couldn't sleep at night, you told me that if I didn't sleep, the tiger would come and take me away." Ashu, who was dragged by his father, poked half of his head out and looked at the woman with his mouth bulging. people.
"Alas!" The woman raised her hand to strike, but Ashu quickly retracted her hand.
Ahua looked at Ashu and curled her lips.
Ah Shu came close to Ah Hua and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Ah Hua, it won't be a problem even if the tiger comes! Ah Shu can protect my sister!"
Before Ahua could answer, there was a burst of noise from the end of the village.
It turned out that people from two other villages had arrived.
The people from Yangjiacun carried chickens, ducks and geese, while the people from Wujiacun carried an old sheep that looked old on a rack.
The most striking thing is that the people coming from these two villages all wear ferocious tiger masks on their faces.
"Yes!" Ah Hua became even more frightened and hugged her mother's legs tightly.
Zibo sighed, stood up, picked up a tiger mask from the side, and put it on his head.
"Get ready for the ceremony!" He yelled angrily.
A fat pig that was screaming in terror was carried up.
...
Not far from Pangshan Mountain, on a river.
There is a bridge here for easy access.
At this time, two groups of people were crossing the bridge from two directions.
Crossing the bridge from south to north were four people riding horses. The leader was wearing simple armor.
There was only one person walking from north to south.
A middle-aged man carrying a bag and a sword.
