The first few spear thieves ran faster than the rabbits, and despite the hot pursuit, the distance was getting bigger and bigger. If you escape the ruined temple in front of you, and then run further into a forest, it will be difficult to catch them if you go there.

But at this moment, I saw that the thief who was running in front suddenly fell down as if he had hit something. The next few also fell one after another. A few people didn't care about anything, got up and ran again, and a few people fell down again. A few thieves were forced, as if there was a wall in front of them, and a few people got up again to adjust their direction and ran to the left and right, not wanting to fall down again. These thieves are completely stupid, why can't they get past when they are empty?

Besides, what kind of glass wall is there in the open field!

After a few thieves tossed five times, they also recovered and squatted there and scolded the street. We've come to the front, and it's been a mess when we go up. Twisted separately and brought to the village, the little spear thieves muttered something, as if they had fallen into a lot of bad luck, and they were not very convinced.

Everyone also felt that this was a strange thing, why couldn't these goods run away from the temple when they were about to collapse? Could it be that there were really gods in heaven to help them? Let these boys fall into the legal net? Not to mention, if it weren't for these spear thieves who were delayed there, they really wouldn't have been able to catch them.

People were bustling, shoulder-rubbing hubs hit the brigade headquarters for a while, Xiangyi called the police station, and not long after, people and cars came to take a few spear thieves away for questioning.

The lively village was calm, recalling the details of the thief just now, and being surprised by the bizarre strangeness of the ruined temple.

Nowadays, people 100% believe that the ruined temple is indeed incomprehensible and weird, and they don't feel that talking about the temple is shocking. It has added words to the leisure days when the Spring Festival comes.

The Chinese New Year is approaching, and the men are busy preparing for the New Year, and even the mushroom growers are arranging time to rest for a few days. It's been a year, and it's been very hard to do it in the morning and sun, and return at dusk. I want to have a good rest, catch a market with my children, buy something that I want, play mahjong if I have nothing to do, and there are only a few people who lose and win. The meat rots in the pan.

Women are relatively more troublesome, and it is difficult to buy a favorite dress, and it is impossible to pass it from time to time. It's too fashionable and afraid of publicity, afraid that people will say that they are not in tune, the big green and red bar is not eye-catching, the color is dark and not fresh, and a few people have made an appointment to visit three or two sets of opinions and can't get up. It's easy to fall in love, but the price is too expensive, and I am reluctant to buy it.

Think about your husband and children, forget it, who do you show as a little daughter-in-law all day long? Isn't the New Year a day of crops in the wind and rain? What's so good?

The women will also give themselves steps, "Although this dress is good, the workmanship is not good, do you see there is still thread here?"

"That's it, that's it, I say that there is no business and no treachery, and the only person who sells clothes says that the clothes are good, that is the princess selling melons, selling herself and boasting!"

"And, what you're saying is not right, why are people selling clothes so dry? People call Tu Niang holding Tu Niang, and people don't boast about themselves!"

......

The young man who sold clothes said with a red face and a thick neck: "Sisters-in-law, I didn't provoke you by selling clothes, did I?

The young man's words were regarded as a light cannon twist, and he was besieged by the complaints of these women.

"Dog skins on the wall, not like paintings, don't you know that harmony makes money? The customer is God, and God is not the one who goes to the ground, understand?"

"Whether we buy it or not depends on your ability. The money is in our pockets, do you have the ability to let us take it, what are you going to do with us?"

"And, what about trading? I can't do it at all! Selling sour dates with blue seeds, I am stunned as a trader!"

"Yes, the toad has a feather duster on its cheek, and it is a big-tailed wolf!"

.......

The young man was dumbfounded, Kabakaba eyes, swallowed and foamed, and had no words. A gentleman from the village next to him really couldn't look at it, so he came over and said: "Why are so many of you competing with others? Don't say that there are so many of you, he can't talk about you even one person, your women have mouths up and down, and each person has two mouths, who can say anything about you?"

"Okay, you kid turn your elbow outward, turn the cannon inside, and beat him!"

"It's just two mouths, I'm not going to eat you kid today!"

......

The women shifted their targets again, and the men knew that there was no good fruit to eat when they were chased by women, so they turned around and ran. The women also made a show, caught up a few steps, and went to the market again with a smile and a smile.

The Chinese New Year is naturally a paradise for children, what homework, diary, go, see its mother's ghost! One word is, play, two words are, still play!

The Spring Festival in the 80s still has a strong New Year's flavor. It is far better than today's children who only know how to play online games, the obsession with playing is different, the kind of play is not bloody, there is no violence, and there is no psychedelic hollowness and ethereal stimulation.

Chinese New Year, the village is lively, on the first day of the first month, everyone flocked to the brigade after worshipping the New Year, our area has always had the custom of beating the drum during the New Year's festival, and the men, women and children in the village will play the drum. In the village, there are more than 20 big drums, dozens of small drums, and more than 400 gongs and cymbals, and people from neighboring villages are all rushing to beat them. And a young middle-aged woman, the voice can be heard more than ten miles away.

Hearing the sound of the small drum, everyone's heart itched, and they involuntarily ran to the team, as if the drum was the trumpet of the assembly. At this time, the women in the courtyard occupied the courtyard, and they were all ready with small drums. The men also carried gongs and cymbals, and were ready to go.

Lin Ying's long hair fluttered, she took off her down jacket, dressed in red, and rolled up her sleeves to prepare. Xiaolian's hair bun is also combed high and tight-fitting. Xiaomei's eyebrows fluttered, elated. Red, big white peach, Xiuqin, orchid...... All hold on to the gavel.

Lin Ying yelled: "New Year, New Year, new drum music, old and young masters, sisters and brothers, knock it up!"

Suddenly the gongs and drums were noisy and deafening, but I saw that the drums were sometimes magnificent, impassioned, rough and bold, majestic and majestic, and sometimes the ups and downs of rigidity and softness. Sometimes lingering and tactful, twists and turns melodious, like a mountain stream, gurgling water; sometimes it is in full swing, stirring the earth and the sky, like a tiger roaring and thundering, and the sound is shaking the sky.

Around the sound of the drum, more than 100 cymbals are all raised above the head in the drum tide, the wrist is flexibly flipped, the sound is like a bell, sometimes the rain beats the bananas, sometimes the wind sweeps the clouds, shaking the sky and the earth, so majestic!

The drum scores and routines came out one after another, "Big and Small Victory", "Big and Small Eight Sticks", "A Drop of Oil", "One Lingkang", "Eight Immortals Across the Sea", "Trouble in Chang'an", ......

Knock knock choking, like a horse, the head of the pleiades neighed. Boom and rumble, like spring thunder, red flying and green dance.

In the evening, the men gathered in the team again, let Jingxian sing Peking Opera, let the old man Qingxuan do tricks, and let Wangcai be ugly and twist the drum, this Wangcai does not need makeup to be ugly, twists his waist and throws his hips with the drum beat, squeezes his eyebrows and makes his eyes, and he is cute and .......

I don't know that the one who shouted and asked Niu Zhiyong to come to one, which caught me off guard.