Chapter 57: Dream Pengchuan Island 3

Yang Yilin spoke carefully, he saw that Zheng Xiaowen listened very carefully, and he continued:

The fruit groves and crops on these islands are all seeds brought by the wind, or flown to this island, and the seeds are not digested in the droppings of some birds, and they sprout and take root in the land.

The indigenous people here have the same innate wisdom and acquired efforts of human beings, and they have managed this small island so that everyone has food and shelter, and men and women are equal, and everyone is equal.

'There are three natural villages on this small island, each with a headman. The place where these people are now is the large public venue of the island, where the people of the island often dance, party, and have a big meal.

On a normal day, the people on the island eat in their own homes, and when there is a big dinner, adults and children from all over the island, about 300 people, will come to this big venue to eat. ’

Yang Yilin looked at Zheng Xiaowen and continued to say what he had heard:

In each of the three natural villages on the island, the man with the highest rank and the oldest is the head of the village. The eldest of the three heads is the head man on the island.

The leaders of the past generations were very kind and loving to their juniors. At the time of the dinner, the people on the island have indeed arrived, and the men and women who are busy will put the cooked food in a few large pots one by one, and then sit down.

The head of the island only needs to raise his finger to sign, and among the three hundred or so people, regardless of men, women, and children, there is no taboo, they will all stretch out their hands and slowly grab and eat. ’

Zheng Xiaowen listened to Yang Yilin's voice, and she had vaguely seen the harmonious scene of about 300 people eating together on this island.

She thought to herself: The lions, tigers, wolves, and dogs in the animal world all have a clan rank, and they are all big bullies, strong bullies, and they happen all the time, not to mention people, but on this small island, if I want to look at it, it can really be called a paradise and a paradise on earth!

Oh, no, no, it's heavenly, but it's too primitive, too backward, I don't approve of it!

Zheng Xiaowen was thinking about it, and she heard Yang Yilin say again:

The hearts of the people here are very simple, very clean. Thousands of years ago, it was monogamous, and marriage was introduced in three natural villages according to their age.

When the man is married, he sees all the women on the island as if he had seen the great ground, the fruit trees, the sea, and the sky, and he thought nothing else. ’

Zheng Xiaowen said in his heart: Yilin, how can he know so much?

Actually, Zheng Xiaowen didn't know that what Yang Yilin said was all what the person who didn't wear shoes said to him and explained to him.

Zheng Xiaowen suddenly remembered the piece of paper, and she unconsciously muttered to herself:

'What does it mean that the men in the big field saw the paper fall and didn't immediately grab it, as if they were holding a ritual-like event?'

Yang Yilin immediately took over and said:

The people of this island, from ancient times to the present day, have only one thing to worship, and that is the gods! Anomalous objects that fall from the sky, which they consider sacred, that they revere and that they want to emulate. ’

When Zheng Xiaowen heard this, she didn't deeply understand the meaning of these words.

At this moment, she only saw the dozens of men in the square, and after turning the paper over and looking at it enough, she dispersed.

After a while, the dozens of men carried over dozens of thick logs, looked at the words on the paper on the large field, and cut off the wood. Once the timber was cut, they began to put it together together.

Zheng Xiaowen looked at it, watched, and she exclaimed unconsciously:

'Ah, they seem to be using wood to make the eight characters on the paper! Oh my God, they can't make it! That is definitely not possible, absolutely not possible!'

Yang Yilin didn't know what was written on that piece of paper, he saw that Zheng Xiaowen was in a hurry, and he had no choice but to do it in a hurry.

The men on the big field made those eight characters, each two meters wide and three meters high.

They started to build the shelves again, and the two-meter-high, sixteen-meter-long shelves were also made, so they quickly put the shelves in place, put them steady, and then installed and fixed the eight characters evenly on the shelves.

Then, the men all stepped back a distance of more than ten meters, their hands on their chests, as if they were silently chanting something.

Zheng Xiaowen already understood what was happening on that big field, she saw Yang Yilin looking at her stupidly, and she was so anxious that she shouted at the natives:

'The word can't be put there!!Tear it down!Split it!'

Zheng Xiaowen shouted and shouted to take a closer look, the eight characters were reversed, and he could only see what the words were when he stood in the air.

Although she wanted to laugh a little in her heart, she was in a hurry and had suppressed her desire to laugh, and she shouted in her heart:

If the indigenous people understand the meaning of those eight words, this clean place will no longer be clean, and it will be chaotic!

She shouted to the natives again: 'Tear it down, tear it down, burn it!'

The natives couldn't hear Zheng Xiaowen's shouting, and Yang Yilin couldn't help her, so she was even more anxious.

At this time, Yang Yilin knew what to do, and he quickly said to Zheng Xiaowen:

'Don't worry, don't worry, I have a solution, you just have to say that those words can't be put there, a signal gas balloon comes down from the sky, and the problem is all solved. ’

Zheng Xiaowen was immediately happy and hugged Yang Yilin.

After a while, Zheng Xiaowen suddenly saw some light in front of her, she looked up and said in surprise:

"Ah, the signal gas balloon! The signal gas balloon is still accompanied by the sound of chanting ancient scriptures, and it is slowly falling!"

Zheng Xiaowen looked at the big field as he spoke, and saw the leader pointing to the signal gas balloon, and he didn't know what to say to the group of men.

At this time, Zheng Xiaowen saw that all the natives on the island had gathered on the big field, and their hands were on their chests, and they were all silently watching the signal gas balloon.

The speed at which the signal gas ball descended was not very fast, and it only when it got close to the wooden shelf of the eight characters did it speed up, and suddenly fell on the eight characters, and the eight words and the wooden shelf instantly burned to ashes.

Suddenly, another gust of wind blew the ashes away.

Zheng Xiaowen saw the leader pointing to the sky, and then pointing to the place where the wooden shelf was placed just now and talking, but Zheng Xiaowen didn't know what the leader said.

Yang Yilin said to her:

The head man said that the paper was the wrong thing for the gods just now, and he quickly took it back before the inhabitants of the island could carry it out. ’

Zheng Xiaowen nodded and said, "Oh, I see. ’

Zheng Xiaowen thought unconsciously in his heart: I have been on the island for so long, why haven't I seen the national flag on the island, if this small island is an independent country, at least there should be a flag on that big field?

Yang Yilin said to her: "This island has not been discovered by other earthlings since ancient times, and the two of us are the first outsiders to land on this island. ’

When Zheng Xiaowen heard this, she was not ordinary happy, she was so surprised that she jumped more than a dozen times in a row, and kissed Yang Yilin on the cheek, and then shouted in a low voice:

We have discovered a new land! We are going to be recorded in the history books of the world! We are Chinese! This island was discovered by the Chinese! And this island has a Chinese name: Pengchuan Island!

'We want to say to the people on this little island that they are Chinese!'

Zheng Xiaowen took a look at the big field and saw that the original calm had been restored on the big field.

She suddenly thought in her heart:

There is also a head in charge of the plastic factory, that, the people of Pengchuanyu have not seen the world, it is too primitive and too backward, so simply let the head of Pengchuanyu pull out a head person and come to the plastic factory to study for a few years.

As for the plastic factory, I will take Xu Zhengfang and the head of Pengchuanyu to exchange the working environment to see what Xu Zhengfang can lead this small island into......

Zheng Xiaowen was thinking about it, and suddenly, he heard the car repair master shouting:

"Your car is fixed!"

Zheng Xiaowen turned her face and saw that it was another person, she stood still, and said in her heart:

Hmmm? I was dreaming just now? Cut, in broad daylight, standing on the street again, how can I dream? Don't think nonsense!

Just now, Zheng Xiaowen heard the shout, if she didn't move after coming back to her senses, she would still remember the dream, but as soon as she turned her face again, she had already forgotten all about the dream she had made.