One hundred and twenty-seven years of the "Yun Kingdom", on this day, Song Ciwan opened his eyes in a haze.
The crowd around her was bustling and boiling.
A small village appeared in front, with green mountains and green waters, full of vitality. There are rows of houses in the village, and there are curls of smoke rising from the roofs. The smell of food floats in the wind, making people feel like they are hungry.
"A village, a village...a village with living people..."
People screamed, and some of them, who were wearing heavy clothes, even tore off their cumbersome robes on the spot and rushed towards the village with an almost crazy look.
Yes, the majority are crazy.
How would a group of people who had fled thousands of miles suddenly see an oasis in the devastated mountains and rivers react?
Therefore, the majority are bound to be crazy. Only those like Song Ciwan and Aunt Zhou, who have recently been coerced into the team, may still be able to retain some sense.
But they also have to rush because everyone around them is rushing. If you don't rush, it's not just about being left behind. You may also be pushed, trampled, or die on the spot!
Song Ciwan held Aunt Zhou's hand, and Aunt Zhou held her hand, and the two of them moved along with the crowd. There were obviously many people around, but they were like a small boat drifting in the sea, hurried and lonely.
The crowd was so crowded that they heard only chaotic screams, mixed with many excited shouts.
Such shouts can always bring back some bad memories in people's hearts.
Aunt Zhou sighed and said sadly: "Yue Niang, this village will also be destroyed like our Bixi Village..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a thundering sound of gongs and drums suddenly sounded in the village ahead.
Dang Dang Dang——
Clang, Clang, Clang——
what happens?
But amid the sound of gongs and drums, someone heard a high ladder being erected.
There was a strong man who was nine feet tall and looked like a giant. He was carrying a pig on his left shoulder and a pig on his right shoulder. He walked up the high ladder with a loud smile.
What a shocking sight is this?
I saw the strong man carrying the pig thumping and stomping, and the ground shook with every step he took. The high platform was shaking even more, making people worried that it would fall apart at any time.
The fleeing team couldn't help but stop running wildly. People were almost stunned. All kinds of chaotic sounds also dissipated unconsciously, and the crowd was so quiet that you could hear it.
Only the strong man on the high platform just smiled and said loudly: "We all meet by fate. You have traveled a long way and worked hard. Since you have come to our rich village today, there is no need to talk much. The village will definitely entertain you well. Children, come , let’s start the pig-killing feast!”
After the words fell, another row of strong men walked out of the village neatly. Although these strong men are not as majestic as the giants on the high platform, they are all strong and strong. More importantly, everyone is carrying a fat pig on their backs.
So many pigs, dozens of them!
The fleeing team began to hear incredulous comments: "What do they mean? Did I hear that right?"
"It seems right, they are going to kill a pig to entertain us!"
"Is there such a fool? Bah! Is there such a good person?"
…
But the reality is, no matter whether he is a fool or a good person, no matter what, the opponent is really killing a pig!
Dozens of pigs were killed in the large open space in front of the village by strong men using white knives and red knives... all of them were killed.
Men, women, and children from the village all came out, some carrying buckets, some setting pots to light the fire, and some waving iron spoons ready to show off their cooking skills.
There were also many children shouting and running happily among the stoves. This peaceful, prosperous, and warm and tolerant scene made the fleeing victims feel as if they were in a dream and couldn't help but rejoice.
The sage said: If you are practical and know etiquette, the truth is always good.
The victims were used to smashing, smashing and looting, which was indeed vicious and even more terrifying than the bandits.
However, people’s hearts actually yearn for light——
Or to be more precise, no matter how evil a person is, they often don’t necessarily want others to think they are evil.
It’s hard to say that they still hope that in the eyes of others, they are actually decent and good people!
Therefore, if you can be decent, who wouldn't want to be decent?
Therefore, under the warm hospitality of the villagers of Fugui Village, most of the victims unconsciously let go of their original hostility.
They only regard themselves as poor people who are suffering, and completely forget the evil things they have done along the way.
Under the hospitality of the villagers, they went to the table, took their seats, and happily ate the pig-killing feast.
During the dinner, cups were pushed and cups were changed, and there was laughter and laughter.
Everyone introduced each other's origins and told stories, and gradually began to change from strangers to familiar ones.
The villager asked: "So is it true that no one is left in your family? Are you the only one left alive?"
The victim sighed: "The journey from Shanbei County is more than a thousand miles! I couldn't hold on and died of thirst on the way. My mother-in-law secretly cut her finger behind my back and fed the blood to the child. As a result, she bled to death herself. The child’s fever has also gone away...it’s painful, it’s too painful!”
Speaking of this, I couldn't help but choke up with emotion.
The villagers persuaded: "No matter how much suffering you have, it will eventually be over. Fortunately, you have come to our Fugui Village and settled here. Eat more first to replenish your spirit and body. Then our village chief will give you some food later." Arrange a house, marry a daughter-in-law, and have a bunch of kids, won't your life be easy?"
The villagers' persuasion was very effective, and the disaster victim couldn't help but said in surprise: "Settling in Fugui Village? Can I, can I?"
The villager said: "Of course you can. Not only you can do it, but everyone who comes here today can do it."
On the other side, the strong man who looked like a giant smiled again and said: "Yes! We are all destined to meet each other, and we are all relatives and friends. Since everyone is here, they will all stay in our Fugui Village!"
"In our Fugui Village, everyone is a guest and everyone who comes is welcome. Come, come, come! Everyone is open to eating and drinking. We have plenty of big fat pigs in the village. If there are not enough, we will kill them, hahaha!"
He is the village chief of Fugui Village.
The words of the giant village chief completely opened up the atmosphere.
The victims were excited and moved. The aroma of the food was so intoxicating that they didn't even need to drink. All they had to do was stuff the fragrant pork into their mouths one by one, and the laughter could last endlessly.
Hahaha, hahaha——
The village was filled with laughter.
Song Ciwan and Aunt Zhou were also brought to the table, surrounded by fellow victims of the disaster, as well as the aunt and daughter-in-law from Fugui Village.
The enthusiasm of the aunt and daughter-in-law was exactly the same as that of other villagers. They served Song Ciwan with meat and they also served Aunt Zhou with meat.
And kept urging: "Hurry, hurry, eat more. Look at you guys! You must have suffered a lot along the way, right?"
They spoke in gentle and kind tones. The eyes he looked at Song Ciwan didn't look like he was looking at someone he'd met for the first time, but rather like he was looking at his cherished objects.
There was a sense of... distress that the object had not been well maintained.
