Many savages and natives had already lurked in the dark when they heard the sound of the boat's motor.
Spears, bows and arrows were all aimed at Wang Dachun's boat. These people were very concerned about their territory.
When they saw clearly that it was Wang Dachun, everyone immediately cheered, "Envoy, it's the envoy!"
They have great trust in Wang Dachun. After all, Wang Dachun's identity as the messenger of the Moon God is still very useful.
Zaklu came out to greet him in person, and everyone knelt on the ground, "Welcome to the envoy!"
"Everyone get up!"
Wang Dachun's face trembled, and he felt a little embarrassed, Mao's envoy.
“Let everyone unload the chicken!”
Luobotou quickly translated.
The savages rubbed their hands excitedly when they saw the golden chickens.
Zhaklu led the way, and Wang Dachun was invited into the cave.
Wang Dachun waved his hand, and there were bags of rice, firewood, oil, salt, candies, biscuits, etc., and even flashlights, candles, etc., almost everything you need, and all kinds of materials were piled up like a hill.
The cost of so many things is less than a million, which is only a tenth of the gold ore they gave.
"Long live the Messenger!"
Zakru and others knelt down again, and Wang Dachun's magical method once again shocked them.
This method is simply close to God.
Everyone was very excited when they saw all kinds of supplies. They have lived in the mountains all year round and have never seen these high-tech things in their lives.
Finally, Zaklu asked someone to bring out a pile of gold ore again to thank Wang Dachun for the supplies he gave them.
Wang Dachun waved his hand, "You already gave me enough last time, I can't ask for more."
Zakru looked sincere, "Dear envoy, you must accept it, otherwise we will feel uneasy!"
Others also persuaded Wang Dachun to accept the gold ore.
Wang Dachun burst into tears with gratitude. What a simple and kind savage tribe. Compared with the cunning of human beings, they are really simple and honest.
For the first time, Wang Dachun had a good impression of these people, not because of the gold ore they gave him, but because of their simplicity.
After staying with Zakru and the others for a while, Wang Dachun left.
There is a happy event in the village today, about Wang Dachun, because their villa has been built long ago and they are planning to move today.
"Mom, don't move these junk things to the villa. Throw them away. The new furniture I ordered will be here in a moment."
When Wang Dachun saw his mother moving some broken stools and broken tables into the car, he felt dumbfounded.
People of that generation who are used to living a hard life are like this and are reluctant to throw away anything.
"That's right, Sister Liu, the new villa is so beautifully built, it's really inappropriate to put these things in it."
"That's right, new house and new furniture, just listen to Dachun!"
The villagers who came to help with the move all tried to persuade me.
Liu Juan shook her head, "That's okay. These things all have the memories of our older generation. How can we just throw them away? We must take them with us."
Wang Dachun nodded, "Okay, then bring it with you. There are plenty of rooms over there anyway."
Just as he was talking, the furniture delivery guy came and pulled two full trucks.
Wang Dachun jumped into the car and said, "Let's go to the villa."
The old village chief said: "Some of us stay here to help, and the other part go to the villa to help Dachun clean up his new home."
"Okay, don't worry, old village chief. When we move in spring, we will move. We will make sure it's beautiful."
"Dachun, the new house is ready, when will you get your little wife back?"
Wang Dachun waved his hand, "Hurry, hurry!"
Wang Dachun took out a pile of money and handed it to the old village chief and said: "Today's housewarming celebration, I will treat all the villagers to a meal. Old village chief, you will make the arrangements!"
"Okay, Dachun, your villa is the first one in our village and the best villa in the ten miles and eight towns. It's time to celebrate!"
"That's right, I won't stop until I get drunk tonight!"
Suddenly, the whole village was in a state of excitement because Wang Dachun's family was moving.
Who is Wang Dachun? He is a god-like existence in the village. His business is everyone's business. Even if everyone does nothing, they still have to take care of his business.
The villagers even invited a gong and drum troupe and a yangko troupe to sing and dance.
Just when Wang Dachun's family was enjoying the excitement of moving into a new house, suddenly a group of people wearing white clothes and wearing white cloths on their heads played the suona and passed by the door of Wang Dachun's house carrying a large black coffin.
Sad music was played all the way, and it was obvious that someone was doing something stupid.
Wang Dachun's family held a red event, and this team of people did a white thing. When rural people are most taboo about red events, someone did a white thing.
"Holy shit! What idiot is this? Why are you carrying a coffin? The Dachun family is having a wedding. This is really unlucky!"
"Yes, who are these people? They are not from our village at all, nor do they look like people from neighboring villages. Let me go, where did these people come from?"
"This is not a deliberate attempt to cause trouble, is it?"
"You're not going to bury the dead in the back of the mountain, are you? Do you have our consent?"
The villagers all looked unhappy, but because they were carrying a big coffin and crying along the way, it was hard for them to say anything in person.
Wang Jianguo and Liu Juan looked ugly, and those people even deliberately walked past their house. This looked like they were doing it on purpose.
Wang Jianguo's face was ashen, "Old village chief, who are these people? Where are they going to carry the dead! This is too unlucky!"
The old village chief's face was not very good either. "Come on, follow us and have a look. If they want to bury people in the back mountain, there is no door!"
Rural people like to be buried in the ground. It is an ancient tradition and they believe that when a person dies, he should be buried in the ground.
The old village chief and all the villagers followed the funeral procession.
Those people were playing the suona and throwing paper money into the air, and the sound of mourning and music continued.
Soon, they passed by Jinghua Lake and went straight to Wang Dachun's villa.
"Old village chief, this is wrong. How did these people go to Dachun's villa? Could it be intentional?"
"Yes, otherwise there would be such a coincidence. We must stop them, otherwise Dachun will be angry if he finds out."
"Isn't it bad to block people's way like this? What if they are just passing by?"
The villagers were talking a lot.
The old village chief nodded, "Let's go and stop him and ask!"
Originally, for such trivial matters, people would not stop people halfway because they would feel bad luck, but now it seems that it is no longer possible not to stop them.
Everyone quickly went around to the front of the funeral procession. The old village chief clasped his fists and said, "Everyone, I don't know which direction you are going. There is a red event ahead. It will not be good for anyone if the red and white events collide. Can you please choose another road?"
The old village chief said this very tactfully, but a big man in the leader gave the old village chief a sidelong glance and said coldly: "Old man, who are you? You can go around as many times as you want. Do you know that the dead are the most important?"
