Chapter 1398: Small village by the forest

Songlin Village is the name of this village located near the dense forest and far from the city. This name sounds a little elegant, much like a passing poet who stayed at a roadside inn, lamenting Lao Tzu Why was it derogated and given the name at hand, but in fact this village was only remembered by the villagers themselves: because there is pine forest behind the village. If there is a rocky behind the village, you can see that they can still have such an elegant name-I don't believe they can come up with the word Shijiazhuang.
Although this village is remote, it is not too small, and it is not very poor to look at. It may be located on the border between the Principality of Hassad and this country. Occasionally, travelers will pass through dense forests and mountain roads. The small villages have just maintained their prosperity. It looks like there are about a hundred people here. The houses are scattered on both sides of a small river passing through the village. The village is just in front of the woods we just walked out, and behind the village stands a mountain that looks quite imposing. . The terrain on both sides of the mountain gradually eases, and then rises suddenly. It should be part of a mountain range, and the small river that runs through the village runs parallel to the mountain range, making a detour into the mountain in the distance. Snow flowing down the mountain. Backed by the high mountains, facing the mang forest, even the river that flows through the village comes down from the mountain. It can be said that this is a very closed place. You must be a good place from the perspective of economic development, but you have to I am about eighty years old and have a pain in my waist. I want to find a place to care for the elderly, but there is nothing better than this place: look at the environment here!
The stupid guy led us up the stone road in the village, and Dingdong sneaked out a little head from my pocket, and looked around curiously with everyone. This village doesn't even have a fence. There is only a fence outside the beast to be considered as a delimitation. Of course, there are no village gates, and even if you walk on the artificial road, you enter the village. Even the circle of fences. The villagers didn't take it seriously when they looked at it: I saw at least four or five households building their houses hundreds of meters away from the fence outside the village. Specifications, I judge that their owners were not blasted by neighbors out of the village because they poured dirty water at the door all day ...
Because of the woods, most of the houses in the village are made from local materials, which are basically all wooden structures. These houses look a bit like the old wooden houses in Europe. The rough thick boards were nailed together to make walls without cleaning the bark, and hemp ropes and black mud were placed in the middle to block the wind. Most of the houses were two stories. On the top is a sloped roof made of shingles, and underneath it is supported by thick wooden stakes. It is about half a meter high from the ground to prevent cháo. Some houses with courtyards should be large families, but they are also crowded randomly with the surrounding old wooden houses. Can't see the difference between expensive and cheap. Almost every household can see the dried skins and jerky hanging on the front eaves of the house, as well as some tools that are not visible, but obviously have nothing to do with farm work under the window. I guess it is related to hunting or leather making: There is not much land available for farming around this village, so hunting should be the main source of life for the villagers. I am very worried that if the customs are so strong, everyone is a stupid hunter of this level. The unlucky beasts in the mountains are not enough for them to bully ...
This village is so rustic and simple. So much as I walked for a long time, I couldn't tell whether they had a place that could be called a "village house" as an administrative center. At this time, the sun set over the sky was the time when every family was on fire to cook. The village smoked smoke from the village, overflowing everywhere ... Although it could not smell anything, it smelled good. Three or two villagers can be seen walking along the road. Most of them are men waiting for a good meal at home after a busy day. Most of these locals have high nose bridges and deep eye sockets, which are slightly Western-oriented. After seeing them, I determined one thing: the silly big man and muscles are indeed genetically mutant. Most of this place is normal. ...
The silly big man greeted everyone cheerfully. It seems to be quite popular in the village. The villagers saw this brown bear-like macho dragging a real bear behind him. There was no accidental god, some people responded pretendingly: "Stupid big guy, you should go to the mountain to kill the dragon, right?" Some people were also happy: "Hey-enough for the whole village to eat Goodness! If you go on like this, the other hunters in the village should forget their skills! "Then 100% of the villagers will focus on a few of us:" Is it a traveler? "
"You scholars from dìdū are all learned and identified people!"
The stupid man introduced this to everyone with great care, with a nearly proud God on his face, as if he had made such an introduction for us, and he followed the light of "learning". Then the villagers would look at us with amazement and admiration, bowing slightly and lamenting, "People from dìdū wear different clothes every time. The changes in big cities are faster than the countryside ..."
I saluted them while rubbing the cold sweat of my forehead, thinking that fortunately these tired people would not think too much about trivial matters besides filling their stomachs, they would not have too many thoughts except for being curious. Such a small village is much better than teleporting directly to a big city. Say such a simple village, such a peaceful atmosphere, such a simple person-I almost forget that this world is next to the most terrible gunpowder in the void.
"Your Majesty, wait to put the prey in front of the idol so that the whole village can eat it." The silly big man turned his head and said coarsely, I heard the word "goddess" in his mouth, and instantly With a change of heart, he shouted in unison with Bingtis: "Wait a minute, we will go too!"
The stupid man was frightened by our voice, and then he showed his appearance: "Oh, yes, everyone must say hello to the goddess, especially if you are traveling, I forgot this."
Idols, goddesses, beliefs in the local world-these things have something to do with the artifact we are looking for. Bingtis did not sense the breath of artifacts with his protoss talent. That thing should not be as simple as hiding somewhere on the planet, so he could only find clues from the beliefs and myths of local civilization. The goddess mentioned by the silly big man should have a lot to do with it now.
We followed the big man and came to the place where the idols were set up: there was no church or any other special building expected. This was the largest vacant lot in the village, and it looked like a place for villagers to gather for activities. The statue was set high on a round stone platform in the middle of the clearing. It is a statue carved from ordinary mountain stones, which looks as high as a real person. Although the material is simple, it is very thin and meticulous. Obviously, the craftsman who carved it had a pious and cautious heart when he cut the knife. On the idol is a beautiful and refined woman, with a long shawl, a loving and majestic look, wearing a gorgeous female armor. I compared it with the image of the "Star Scout" I saw in my mind, and found that they are indeed similar in two or three points, but ...
Obviously not the same person.
However, unlike the second one, the mortals of this world must have never seen the face of the true god, the goddess has been dead for many years. Religions in this world are likely to be spawned by the perturbation of information left by artifacts. And even if someone has seen what the true looks like, they will not necessarily copy the image of God into their own works, but will make some beautification and decoration-anyway, I see it in the temples of life everywhere I have been to the statue of Dingdang, and the expression of Purdue sentient beings on both sides has never been exposed, and I do n’t think a few monks dare to smile on the face of the goddess with sugar dregs. Hanging at the door of the church for visitors ...
Touching Bingtis's arm lightly, the few of us also focused on the female hooligan, who had a pale golden halo flowing slightly under his eyes. Then she shook her head: "It's just a stone statue, I can't feel the xìng ... At least I can't feel it now. But it doesn't rule out that the religion behind this statue is related to the artifact. After all, this is just a small place, maybe the power of the artifact is not enough to here."
In the end, Bingtis added: "After all, that thing should be the USB stick that the Scout used ..."
We will not discuss the topic used by the Protoss even to scratch the dragon.
The stupid man easily put the bear bear monster dragged by him in front of the statue. The ground shuddered three times, and then the clumsy and clumsy brawny man bowed his head and prayed silently, still looking quite religious: it seems that the belief in this goddess has become the grass-roots culture on this planet, even such a rough Orion has a pious heart. I thought about it. It seems that I should also pray in order to prevent the villagers passing by from mistakenly thinking that the people here today are heretics. So she bowed her multiplication table silently, and bowed her head in the same way: she was carrying a recipe. Bingtis is the most interesting. She lowered her head and said, "Hello old man, I'm Bingtis, an archeologist from the world. This guy next to me is the father of the gods. He will silence you for three minutes. You should also stare, so quickly give us your USB flash drive. The world is not too peaceful. There are a bunch of kings and waiting to hit the scene. The younger are here to be polite and holy to her mother's light ... "
I am worried that if the old senior is really alive in heaven, will the artifact explode to prove the integrity because of the bunch of nonsense of Bingtis ...
At this time, the stupid man had finished his brief prayer. The giant brave man looked at all kinds of things when he bowed his head and prayed, three points and seven points, but he looked up and turned around and looked more comfortable. After that, he smiled at us: "Well, I'm done. If you don't want to give up, come to the house to rest. The house has nothing, that is, the house is large, and there are several empty rooms that are not needed. Originally, The head of the village should arrange for someone to entertain the guests, but the head of the village went to the city two days ago and will probably be back tomorrow morning ... "
Of course we had no opinions, nodded one after another, and pointed curiously at the dead bear that was placed in front of the statue like this in the open air: "So things are placed on the square like this?"
The silly big nodded: "Well, just let it go, put it in front of the statue for one night, or the meat of the black cub is inseparable. The priest in the village will come tomorrow to cut the meat and cook it, and the whole village will eat meat at noon . At that time the village chief also returned, just to let him take the first bite. "
It seems that this is a unique custom, the so-called priest should be a religious officer. I did not expect that in such a small village, there would also be "priests" who sounded high-end, and they did not expect that the priests would also be responsible for cooking rice for the whole village. Of course, it was not based on the astral system. There is also a goddess in the religious system who even manages a large pot of rice. But there is nothing to think about. The direct connection between the "goddess" of the local people's beliefs and the astral system is left with a USB stick. Strictly speaking, the religion of this world belongs to the native denomination, and it has nothing to do with any of the teachings of the astral area. Anyway, except for the future, Sandora became a god. I dare not imagine that there will be such a sentence in the Bible: priests and priests, bishops, in charge of the big spoon, the master makes a large pot of rice for believers, and organizes prayers by the way ...
Of course, strictly speaking, in the teachings, it is not without precedent that the priests organize cauldrons. Isn't this a "holy communion" in elegant terms? I can only say that the silly big man's description makes people always feel that the goddess of this world ca n’t be holy ...
We were led by a stupid big man to the door of his house. It was a large house with a courtyard on the bank of the river. Obviously. He is superior in force and alone can make the whole village eat meat. He has wealth in the village that matches the fighting power: the big house. The villagers did not take this big man as cheap cheap labor (we have seen that normal people in this world should be smarter than stupid people, just as they are generally thinner than stupid people, the latter is an intellectual And cute guy who has been genetically mutated on both sides), although it may be because he can't beat him. But I would rather think that this is a simple expression of folk customs: the geographical location of this world is already hard enough, let us retain a good vision for it, at least a good vision for this village.
This big house with a yard has the details that match the silly big one: its yard door is almost twice the size of other normal houses. When I walked by, I felt like I was just passing the city gate, and I looked at the silence beside me. The sound of Pandora and Veska looking around, I don't know if the two little girls had the illusion of crossing the Nantianmen. When I thought about this, I quickly bent down and reminded the two little guys: "This big man is a good guy. You two must not have any opinion on his height."
Pandora uttered an indifferent expression. Veska smiled grinningly: "Brother, brother, rest assured, I have been going to Atlantis every day for a while, anti-xìng has come up!"
Just like other houses in the village, this "mansion" with a small courtyard is also made of wood. It has a two-story main house and a single-storey wooden house built opposite the main house. Facing the courtyard door is a long wooden shed that looks like a warehouse or firewood house. The courtyard walls are made of heavy logs Cut into two halves and smashed into the ground, with a clean wooden heart facing inward. The wooden fence of the courtyard wall was wrapped with animal tendons and looked very strong. There are many wooden shelves in the yard. You can see that some of the hides are hanging in the hospital. As a hunter, a silly big man will not only hunt but also make hides. Immediately after he asked us to go into the yard, he went to the huge wooden bucket in the corner and drank half an iron pot of water, and ran to the kitchen again and again: "You guys, wait, burn the water, people in your city are not used to drinking Raw water. But the water is actually very clean. It came down from the mountain and cleared it in a bucket for another day ... "
This big man is really enthusiastic, and we ca n’t bear to see him running around, even the shallow can't help it. This girl kicked and ran to help, but the other party was still unhappy: "How to make The guests do it! Let the villagers know that they are going to be joked! "
Seeing his resolute attitude, Qian Qian could only return, and a few of us combined and hurriedly wrapped the packages (these packages were taken out of the space in front of the big man to cover people's ears, after all, we dare not determine the local people's world view Is there a setting to dig things out of the carry-on space?) Take out the dry food prepared by the elder sister and An Weina before the departure: home-made scones and muffin snacks. We all have a lot of these dry foods and snacks. According to the habit of taking care of your older sister, it is not hard to imagine that the dry foods we have brought are enough to solve a small famine. After Ding Dong helped confirm that these foods can also be consumed by local humans, we sent these things to the kitchen and said that we would eat them when we eat together at night. In the face of this sharing, the big man was very happy to accept them.
Then we waited in the yard for nothing, while lamenting in the jīng God Connection how amazing this world on the "fire line" was. After a short while, Lin Xue started playing a very naive huashua rope with Vizca in boredom, and Bingtis began to discuss with me the action plan starting tomorrow. We decided to first get to know the world in the village. What is the customs and goddess beliefs, then check the locals and local creatures for artifacts caused by artifacts, especially to observe whether the so-called "priest" is blessed by the power of the astral gods.
If there isn't enough information here, the group is ready to march to "dìdū" or the principality of Hassad, where clues for artifacts should be found.
Of course, all this is based on not being suspicious and not disrupting the lives of local people. I found it really inconvenient to lose Sandola's mental interference.
Because the world is in a dangerous "FireWire" zone, we should try not to use it without using psionic equipment such as portable satellites and probes. Therefore, our actions seem to be bounded, if not, look for an artifact It should be easier.
At this time, a dark shadow suddenly rushed to us and ran to us. It turned out to be the clever kitten named "Little Black" raised by a big man. This cat, like most of its kind, always has a lazy and careless attitude towards strangers, but now it probably sees that we are going to spend the night in this house, so we come over and curiously look Get up. Obviously an animal, the black cat squatted on the ground and looked around like the hostess of this family, she couldn't hold it at a glance, stretched out her paw to shake hands with the black cat ...
Let's not think about how the shallow brain works ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Anyway, the black cat seems to really understand etiquette. He stretches out the cat's claw and touches his hand gently: this is a handshake.
"It's so smart!" Shallow smiled and stretched out a finger in front of the black cat. "What's this?"
Let's ignore the superficial way of thinking, the black cat really meowed.
Shallow and happy, holding out three fingers: "What's this?"
The black cat answered patiently: "Meow, meow, meow."
This time, all of us focused on the cat, and shallowly did not hesitate to ask: "What is three plus two equal?"
The black cat yawned and seemed slightly impatient: "Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow!"
He stayed for a while, then opened his mind wide: "What is 20,000 by two?"
Before I had time to be convinced by the shallow speed of thinking, the black cat glanced impatiently: "forty thousand."