Chapter 788: Draw lots

She took another bite, and on this day, for some reason, she felt a rare silence, and this silence was depressing.
Little Dongniang couldn't taste a bit of salt in the dishes cooked by Xiao Dongniang, that is to say, she never let off salt at all.
The peach blossoms in the village are still there. It’s just that the villagers have begun to speak a little less, and everyone is stubbornly doing work. Even the good farm tools they got a few days ago did not make them laugh again.
Not to mention the people in the village, even Shen Qingci herself was inexplicably a little irritable, even she put her head against the wall, and she also slammed her head against the wall.
Until outside, for some reason, there was a rush of gongs and drums.
Shen Qingci stood up straight, and walked outside the door. The villagers all walked out of the house and walked in the same direction.
What's wrong?
Shen Qingci completely did not explain to the Dongling people. She was only here for half a month. No, it should have been for several months. After all, she was injured so badly at the time, but when she woke up, the injuries on her body were also all. It's better.
And she didn't like to spy on the people hidden by others. After all, she was just an outsider, so in Tanglin, she never regarded herself as a villager, and she had never thought about getting anything in the village.
And the sound now knocked very high, so loud, it almost created a shackle to the heart, and then deeply confined everything.
She didn't want to go, but even Xiaodong passed by, it seems that she is not too suitable to stay here.
When she mentioned the skirt, she followed. She just wanted to know what happened. Although she is not a villager, she still lives here and eats here. If something happens, then she can Those who help each other will definitely help each other and will never be stingy.
There are more and more people in the village, and everyone is dragging their families, and even the children in their arms are carried over.
And Shen Qing has been here for so long, and she has never seen so many people in the village. She actually doesn't know how many people there are in the village, and many have never seen it.
At this time, just in front of a mountain, a table was already placed in front of it, and there was a large incense burner on the table, and the incense inside the incense burner was also burning.
Shen Qingci looked up at the mountain in front of him.
What does this mountain look like, maybe even these Tanglin people are still unknown, right?
The village chief stepped forward, and his gray beard raised slightly with the wind. He faced the mountain in front of him. No one knew. At this moment, the tears in his eye sockets were forced down by him.
The people of Tanglin are not that perfect. God is always fair, so that people like them are free from wars and disputes, but in the end they are inevitable that their wives and husbands will be separated.
The village chief stretched out his hand and gently stroked the rocks on the mountain, which felt like caressing his own children. Within that dim sight, he could only miss it in the dead of night.
He turned around and picked up three incense sticks, then lit them and inserted them into the incense burner.
"Villagers, this year we have to choose people again."
"It's still the same as in previous years, above fifteen and below fifty."
The old women and children in the village all cried secretly, and although those men were speechless, it was not that they were unbearable without them. Although they might not be drawn to them, it is inevitable There will be a trace of incomprehensible sadness.
The village chief took a bamboo tube and placed it in front of these adult men. Each of them drew one. The Tanglin people have followed more than a dozen generations. The village now has as many as a thousand people, and the young men also There are more than a few hundred people, and out of these hundreds of people, two people will be drawn.
Shen Qingci stood and watched, but she didn't understand, what are these people doing?
When she took the time, she had to ask Xiaodong.
In the end, a middle-aged man of 40 and a young teenager of 16 years were drawn.
"Everyone, go back."
The village chief waved his hand, then turned his back to the crowd, and put his hand on the stone mountain again, and his ears could still hear the cries of the villagers, and the two families who were drawn would be separated. opened.
Whether it's dead or alive is determined by heaven.
Shen Qingci turned around and wanted to leave, but in the end he couldn't help but glanced back at the village head. The village head still stood with her back to the crowd, so so far, she doesn't know what the village head's mood is.
However, Shen Qingci found that the village chief's trembling shoulders, he should be sad.
"Xiaodong, come with me," Shen Qing resignedly raised his hand at Xiaodong.
Xiao Dong nodded, instead of hooting like usual, he obediently followed Shen Qingci, lowering his little head.
Shen Qingci took out some snacks for Xiaodong to eat. These snacks were only a few she knew, and they were all taught to the women in the village. After the women in the village learned, as long as someone made them, they would definitely know how Give her a copy, so she doesn't have much here, but she has a lot of refreshments.
Xiaodong used to eat these the most, because he had never eaten them before. In fact, don't mention him, maybe even their elders have never heard of them.
But what's wrong today, don't you even take a look at your favorite dim sum before?
"What's wrong, don't you want to eat it?"
Shen Qingci touched Xiaodong's little head, "My sister remembered some dessert recipes, and I will ask your mother to make them for you." And she couldn't help but sighed. There were really very few things she could do. She only learned a few things, but she really didn't like it. Her hands were used to earn those copper-smelly things. As for other things, it was only when they were really used.
She racked her brains, all she wanted to leave something to the people of Tanglin, after all, thousands of years of time, from the outside, it was just a blink of an eye, but for them, they were alive without progress.
Xiaodong raised his face, but his eyes were full of tears, and he was also shocked by Shen Qingci.
"What's the matter?" Shen Qingci quickly pulled up his sleeves and wiped Xiaodong's tears, "Why are you crying? Did the snacks taste bad and make you cry?"
"no no."
Xiaodong shook his head vigorously, and then he lay on the table, crying out of breath. It also made Shen Qingci not know what happened, so he immediately called Xiaodongniang.
Xiaodongniang tried her best to coax Xiaodong, but Xiaodong stopped crying, but her eyes were red.
Shen Qingci's intuition is related to today's lottery.
"I know what you are asking?"
Xiao Dongniang wiped her tears, she tugged at her own corner, maybe she wanted to give Shen Qingci a smile, but she really couldn't laugh.
"Anyway, you will know this sooner or later."