These magical stories, not to mention whether they are true or false, as long as there is an escape from death, no one will investigate whether it is a coincidence or far-fetched, and it will be attributed to their own piety and the protection of the gods. The thinking of reverence for nature and the consensus of the sea god to protect the safe harvest have been passed down from generation to generation for hundreds of years, and have formed a unique cultural system.

Such a good folk custom should be written in a book and sent to the museum.

Zhao Baoxuan can already understand their plight.

It's just that she feels that it is not only the resumption of the sea sacrifice, but also the grievances and grievances of these people in the village that she has not yet figured out, so it is really inconvenient to express her opinion.

For example, why did the village chief oppose it? What happened to the original village chief? Did he really sacrifice the interests of the villagers for his own personal gain?

In fact, even if these things are figured out, she can't judge who is right and who is wrong, and many things in history have proved that people and things that love and kill each other must not be involved in this little bit of love and hatred in front of them.

She just wanted to know how she could solve the problem for her boss, and now was an opportunity to send it to the door: "What's going on with the haunted neighborhood opposite?"

It doesn't matter if what they say is true or not, collect a little more information, and anyway, they will distinguish for themselves.

Boss Zou has the most right to speak: "I haven't been haunted!"

Lao Zou's wife was not happy when she heard it: "Who said that there was no haunting? Lao Jiu, the grandson of his eldest mother, has seen it with his own eyes!"

Boss Zou sighed twice: "I work here every day, I don't know yet! You listened to Lao Jiu's aunt, right? She doesn't have a way to speak! Can you believe it?"

Lao Zou's wife muttered: "Anyway, that's what she said!"

Boss Zou sighed: "Okay, okay, no matter what you hear from her, then you can't interrupt when I speak, you know? What I said is what I saw with my own eyes, this has to be evidence!

Zhao Baoxuan was troubled by the two of them for a while and a half-life Mandarin and a while of Mocun dialect, it was the first time for her to be able to chat with her aunt and uncle here, and it was not an ordinary effort to listen to their chat so hard and screen out the words she could understand.

After such a long time, the sun has already shone and workers have come to work.

Boss Zou waved his hand to arrange for the workers to do other work, don't come over and disturb him: "I have a customer here, don't talk about it, let the devil know that he came to rob my business for a while, and then I will lose money and I will not have a salary to pay you!"

He was in a hurry and forgot to speak Mocun dialect, which made Zhao Baoxuan laugh.

Boss Zou was a little embarrassed by the laughter: "If you don't scare and scare them, you won't listen, and you won't open the house for three days." ”

took out all the arguments about managing children.

Zhao Baoxuan smiled: "It's okay, you go on." ”

A few more homely words, she may find an excuse to leave.

Boss Zou clapped his hands and took out the posture of storytelling: "To build a house here, I saw it from beginning to end with my own eyes, from the first spade down, to building the house, painting the exterior wall, to cutting the ribbon, and then to the current ball pattern, I know more than the village chief." ”

He did know a lot—who went to the village to find the village chief, how the land was chosen in the village, what day the community was built, what leader he came, where the leader stood, who used the first shovel, as if everything had just happened yesterday.

Zhao Baoxuan didn't have a chance to interject and ask questions at all, she felt that she remembered everything when she listened, and when Boss Zou stopped, she instantly recalled and felt as if she didn't remember anything.

She regrets why Zhang Wuwei hasn't found it yet, how good it is to listen to it together - Boss Zou knows more about the foundation than Zhang Wuwei!

These magical stories, not to mention whether they are true or false, as long as there is an escape from death, no one will investigate whether it is a coincidence or far-fetched, and it will be attributed to their own piety and the protection of the gods. The thinking of reverence for nature and the consensus of the sea god to protect the safe harvest have been passed down from generation to generation for hundreds of years, and have formed a unique cultural system.

Such a good folk custom should be written in a book and sent to the museum.

Zhao Baoxuan can already understand their plight.

It's just that she feels that it is not only the resumption of the sea sacrifice, but also the grievances and grievances of these people in the village that she has not yet figured out, so it is really inconvenient to express her opinion.

For example, why did the village chief oppose it? What happened to the original village chief? Did he really sacrifice the interests of the villagers for his own personal gain?

In fact, even if these things are figured out, she can't judge who is right and who is wrong, and many things in history have proved that people and things that love and kill each other must not be involved in this little bit of love and hatred in front of them.

She just wanted to know how she could solve the problem for her boss, and now was an opportunity to send it to the door: "What's going on with the haunted neighborhood opposite?"

It doesn't matter if what they say is true or not, collect a little more information, and anyway, they will distinguish for themselves.

Boss Zou has the most right to speak: "I haven't been haunted!"

Lao Zou's wife was not happy when she heard it: "Who said that there was no haunting? Lao Jiu, the grandson of his eldest mother, has seen it with his own eyes!"

Boss Zou sighed twice: "I work here every day, I don't know yet! You listened to Lao Jiu's aunt, right? She doesn't have a way to speak! Can you believe it?"

Lao Zou's wife muttered: "Anyway, that's what she said!"

Boss Zou sighed: "Okay, okay, no matter what you hear from her, then you can't interrupt when I speak, you know? What I said is what I saw with my own eyes, this has to be evidence!

Zhao Baoxuan was troubled by the two of them for a while and a half-life Mandarin and a while of Mocun dialect, it was the first time for her to be able to chat with her aunt and uncle here, and it was not an ordinary effort to listen to their chat so hard and screen out the words she could understand.

After such a long time, the sun has already shone and workers have come to work.

Boss Zou waved his hand to arrange for the workers to do other work, don't come over and disturb him: "I have a customer here, don't talk about it, let the devil know that he came to rob my business for a while, and then I will lose money and I will not have a salary to pay you!"

He was in a hurry and forgot to speak Mocun dialect, which made Zhao Baoxuan laugh.

Boss Zou was a little embarrassed by the laughter: "If you don't scare and scare them, you won't listen, and you won't open the house for three days." ”

took out all the arguments about managing children.

Zhao Baoxuan smiled: "It's okay, you go on." ”

A few more homely words, she may find an excuse to leave.

Boss Zou clapped his hands and took out the posture of storytelling: "To build a house here, I saw it from beginning to end with my own eyes, from the first spade down, to building the house, painting the exterior wall, to cutting the ribbon, and then to the current ball pattern, I know more than the village chief." ”

He did know a lot—who went to the village to find the village chief, how the land was chosen in the village, what day the community was built, what leader he came, where the leader stood, who used the first shovel, as if everything had just happened yesterday.

Zhao Baoxuan didn't have a chance to interject and ask questions at all, she felt that she remembered everything when she listened, and when Boss Zou stopped, she instantly recalled and felt as if she didn't remember anything.

She regrets why Zhang Wuwei hasn't found it yet, how good it is to listen to it together - Boss Zou knows more about the foundation than Zhang Wuwei!

These magical stories, not to mention whether they are true or false, as long as there is an escape from death, no one will investigate whether it is a coincidence or far-fetched, and it will be attributed to their own piety and the protection of the gods. The thinking of reverence for nature and the consensus of the sea god to protect the safe harvest have been passed down from generation to generation for hundreds of years, and have formed a unique cultural system.

Such a good folk custom should be written in a book and sent to the museum.

Zhao Baoxuan can already understand their plight.

It's just that she feels that it is not only the resumption of the sea sacrifice, but also the grievances and grievances of these people in the village that she has not yet figured out, so it is really inconvenient to express her opinion.

For example, why did the village chief oppose it? What happened to the original village chief? Did he really sacrifice the interests of the villagers for his own personal gain?

In fact, even if these things are figured out, she can't judge who is right and who is wrong, and many things in history have proved that people and things that love and kill each other must not be involved in this little bit of love and hatred in front of them.

She just wanted to know how she could solve the problem for her boss, and now was an opportunity to send it to the door: "What's going on with the haunted neighborhood opposite?"

It doesn't matter if what they say is true or not, collect a little more information, and anyway, they will distinguish for themselves.

Boss Zou has the most right to speak: "I haven't been haunted!"

Lao Zou's wife was not happy when she heard it: "Who said that there was no haunting? Lao Jiu, the grandson of his eldest mother, has seen it with his own eyes!"

Boss Zou sighed twice: "I work here every day, I don't know yet! You listened to Lao Jiu's aunt, right? She doesn't have a way to speak! Can you believe it?"

Lao Zou's wife muttered: "Anyway, that's what she said!"

Boss Zou sighed: "Okay, okay, no matter what you hear from her, then you can't interrupt when I speak, you know? What I said is what I saw with my own eyes, this has to be evidence!

Zhao Baoxuan was troubled by the two of them for a while and a half-life Mandarin and a while of Mocun dialect, it was the first time for her to be able to chat with her aunt and uncle here, and it was not an ordinary effort to listen to their chat so hard and screen out the words she could understand.

After such a long time, the sun has already shone and workers have come to work.

Boss Zou waved his hand to arrange for the workers to do other work, don't come over and disturb him: "I have a customer here, don't talk about it, let the devil know that he came to rob my business for a while, and then I will lose money and I will not have a salary to pay you!"

He was in a hurry and forgot to speak Mocun dialect, which made Zhao Baoxuan laugh.

Boss Zou was a little embarrassed by the laughter: "If you don't scare and scare them, you won't listen, and you won't open the house for three days." ”

took out all the arguments about managing children.

Zhao Baoxuan smiled: "It's okay, you go on." ”

A few more homely words, she may find an excuse to leave.

Boss Zou clapped his hands and took out the posture of storytelling: "To build a house here, I saw it from beginning to end with my own eyes, from the first spade down, to building the house, painting the exterior wall, to cutting the ribbon, and then to the current ball pattern, I know more than the village chief." ”

He did know a lot—who went to the village to find the village chief, how the land was chosen in the village, what day the community was built, what leader he came, where the leader stood, who used the first shovel, as if everything had just happened yesterday.

Zhao Baoxuan didn't have a chance to interject and ask questions at all, she felt that she remembered everything when she listened, and when Boss Zou stopped, she instantly recalled and felt as if she didn't remember anything.

She regrets why Zhang Wuwei hasn't found it yet, how good it is to listen to it together - Boss Zou knows more about the foundation than Zhang Wuwei!

These magical stories, not to mention whether they are true or false, as long as there is an escape from death, no one will investigate whether it is a coincidence or far-fetched, and it will be attributed to their own piety and the protection of the gods. The thinking of reverence for nature and the consensus of the sea god to protect the safe harvest have been passed down from generation to generation for hundreds of years, and have formed a unique cultural system.

Such a good folk custom should be written in a book and sent to the museum.

Zhao Baoxuan can already understand their plight.

It's just that she feels that it is not only the resumption of the sea sacrifice, but also the grievances and grievances of these people in the village that she has not yet figured out, so it is really inconvenient to express her opinion.

For example, why did the village chief oppose it? What happened to the original village chief? Did he really sacrifice the interests of the villagers for his own personal gain?

In fact, even if these things are figured out, she can't judge who is right and who is wrong, and many things in history have proved that people and things that love and kill each other must not be involved in this little bit of love and hatred in front of them.

She just wanted to know how she could solve the problem for her boss, and now was an opportunity to send it to the door: "What's going on with the haunted neighborhood opposite?"

It doesn't matter if what they say is true or not, collect a little more information, and anyway, they will distinguish for themselves.

Boss Zou has the most right to speak: "I haven't been haunted!"

Lao Zou's wife was not happy when she heard it: "Who said that there was no haunting? Lao Jiu, the grandson of his eldest mother, has seen it with his own eyes!"

Boss Zou sighed twice: "I work here every day, I don't know yet! You listened to Lao Jiu's aunt, right? She doesn't have a way to speak! Can you believe it?"

Lao Zou's wife muttered: "Anyway, that's what she said!"

Boss Zou sighed: "Okay, okay, no matter what you hear from her, then you can't interrupt when I speak, you know? What I said is what I saw with my own eyes, this has to be evidence!

Zhao Baoxuan was troubled by the two of them for a while and a half-life Mandarin and a while of Mocun dialect, it was the first time for her to be able to chat with her aunt and uncle here, and it was not an ordinary effort to listen to their chat so hard and screen out the words she could understand.

After such a long time, the sun has already shone and workers have come to work.

Boss Zou waved his hand and arranged for the workers to do other work, so as not to come and disturb them.