Leng Yi moved his arms, walked to the big round stone, observed it, and thought to himself, pushing this stone over his shoulder, the most laborious thing was not the stone itself, but the ghee on the stone, it was too slippery, and most of his strength was used to overcome the slippery stone to prevent the stone from falling. Overcoming this should be a great way to get twice the result with half the effort!

However, without the help of other non-slip materials, it seems that I can only rely on the strong finger power that I have cultivated by practicing rock climbing all year round. When climbing, he can rely on the strength of his fingers alone to hang his whole body in the air on the cliff! As long as there is a slight gap that can be put into the tip of his finger, he can send the power of his whole body to his finger.

So, he crouched down and took a closer look at the big round stone. Just like before every rock climb, carefully study the crevices of the rock route. No one in the room knew what he was looking at.

What Leng Yi looked at was the shape of the whole rock, this stone was actually just about a circle, not the kind of round ball polished by the stonemason, all, there were several shallow potholes, which was impossible for ordinary people to borrow, but for Leng Yi, it was like a ladder to the sky!

Leng Yi touched the momentum everywhere with his hand, and thought about how to fix this slippery round stone when he moved it.

After thinking about it, Leng Yi signaled to the master of ceremonies that he could start.

The master of ceremonies began to shout loudly with words full of agitation, and the audience immediately boiled, Leng Yi became the last hope to defend the dignity of their village, and under the stimulation of wine, he made a wild "give hehe" sound!

Leng Yisheng took a deep breath, squatted down, touched the place he was looking at just now, and picked up the stone hard!

The first time, it was more difficult than he had expected, anyway, as long as he picked up the stone, there was no time limit, so he was very slow, and he was not in a hurry to push the stone on his shoulder, but felt the feeling of the stone on his body, and found a balance of strength, which was very important. After feeling the center of gravity of the stone, he began to exert his strength, pushing the stone firmly behind his shoulder, and the stone fell heavily on the ground behind him!

The crowd cheered. However, it can be heard that the cheers of a considerable number of people are very reluctant, including Dolma and Ram. Because they saw that Leng Yi was so difficult to hold a stone for the first time, whether he could surpass Qiangba's sixteen times, the hope was really slim.

Leng Yi turned around, immediately squatted down, and began to grope for the focus point he had just discovered. When the ninth breath had reached the end and everyone's hearts were in their throats, he picked up the stone again and pushed it over his shoulder.

In the first few times, Leng Yi took a long time from picking up the stone to pushing it over his shoulder, and after he mastered the trick and felt the situation of the stone, the time took less and less. His strong finger and arm strength, coupled with years of understanding of rocks, made him quickly familiar with the road, and when he got to the back, he almost picked it up and threw it directly behind his shoulder!

The cheers in the audience began to be enthusiastic, and when the master of ceremonies counted to ten times, the people in the audience began to cheer wildly, and when they reached fifteen times, they reached a boil.

When Leng Yi pushed the stone over his shoulder for the seventeenth time, surpassing the sixteenth time of Missang's first Hercules Qiangba, the field was already frying! Dolma, in particular, was about to go crazy, holding Ram and laughing and jumping.

And her groom, Jiang Village, and all the people who greeted her relatives, were dumbfounded, and their faces were extremely ugly.

Leng Yi was especially unsatisfied, and pushed the stone for the twentieth time, and Jiazhen, who was smiling over there, kept beckoning him to stop, and he stopped.

The emcee's loud voice loudly announced that Leng Yi was the final victor, and the field suddenly became a boiling ocean. Ram hugged Leng Yi and kissed him on the face one by one.

Zhuoma squeezed over, pulled Leng Yi to his desk, and looked at Jiang Cun who was sitting there dejectedly.

Jiang Cun stood up, walked out of the sitting table with his head down, walked over to the guest and sat down next to an old man.

Zhuoma happily sat down with Leng Yi, and the servant immediately replaced it with a golden cup wrapped in gold leaf, and the leader next to him stood up with a smile and poured him wine himself. Patted him on the shoulder and said something. Leng Yi didn't understand, and looked back at Jiazhen, but Jiazhen just sat there and watched him laugh, and didn't come over to help translate.

Leng Yi had no choice but to smirk and keep nodding. Seeing that the leader drank the wine, he drank it too.

After drinking this wine, everyone in Changzhong erupted in a frenzied cheer.

Subsequently, Zhuoma's relatives and villagers came over one by one to toast Leng Yi, their faces full of joy. Leng Yi didn't know how these people were so enthusiastic about him all of a sudden, of course he was deeply moved, and the wine was dry. By the time he had a drink with everyone in the village, he was already spinning around, and he had already become two or three ghosts.

Then, Zhuoma pulled him to dance with the villagers, circle after circle. It made him even more dizzy. He wanted to tell Dolma to take a break, but Dolma couldn't understand what he said, and Jiazhen didn't refuse to come over to translate, so he had to continue dancing round and round.

The barley wine was very energetic, and when he got to the back, Leng Yi couldn't even stand on his feet. Zhuoma helped him back to his seat, and someone came up to toast, and Leng Yi drank several large glasses in a row. Finally, he got drunk on Dolma's body.

In a daze, Leng Yi felt supported by someone, walked forward in a circle, and then put it in a soft quilt full of fragrance.

He fell into a deep sleep.

In his dream, he felt a woman hugging and kissing him. The woman seemed to be Zhuo Qiaoniang, and from the breath, she felt like the beautiful Zhuoma. She has a ** whole body, and her delicate body has an indescribable sense of surname. And he himself doesn't know when, and he became completely naked. He remembered, but his whole body was weak, and he spoke vaguely, but the woman didn't pay attention, just kept kissing him, caressing the body and the majesty of his acquaintance.

The woman is on him, her movements are very clumsy, but she is full of the enthusiasm of the wild surname, very active, and almost anti-guest-oriented. A few degrees**, so that Leng Yi didn't know where he was.

Finally, everything was calm.

As he struggled to open his eyes, he felt a headache that was about to burst. He reached out and gently rubbed his forehead, and fell asleep for a while. Only then did he slowly open his eyes.

He found him sleeping in a warmly decorated room, a woman's boudoir as he knew from the fragrant pink futon. Moreover, judging from the furnishings in the carved beams and painted houses, it is Tibetan. Could it be that this is the boudoir of Dolma, the daughter of the head of the village?

He immediately remembered the fragrant night last night, the woman who was with him, could it be Zhuoma? Thinking of this, he was not only startled, but quickly got up, but his body was still shaky.

He lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, when he suddenly found that the snow-white sheets on the bed were dotted with scarlet! I couldn't help but stay on the spot.

At last, when he was dressed, the door opened, and two little maids came in and served him to wash. Leng Yi didn't ask, anyway, they couldn't understand it.

After washing, Leng Yi followed them out, walked through the courtyard, and came to the middle living room. At a glance, I saw Jiazhen and Ram sitting there, watching him eat and laugh.

Leng Yi was embarrassed, walked in with a smile, and sat down beside Jiazhen.

Jiazhen smiled and whispered, "How were you doing with Zhuoma last night?" ”

Leng Yi was shocked and said, "...... last night, who was with me last night...... Zhuoma?" ”

"Of course," Jiazhen said in a low voice, "you are better than the Hercules Qiangba who greeted you, and you can spend the night with the bride, this is the rule of Misan." ”

Leng Yi was dumbfounded, thinking to himself, how could there be such a rule?

Jiazhen looked at his stunned appearance, smiled even more happily, and said, "You don't know, the Missan tribe is popular for marriage robbery. Ordinary people take a fancy to snatch it directly, but of course a big family like the opponent can't rob it hard. However, the rules are still needed, so there is such a flexible rule. That is, the person who welcomes the bride must defeat the woman in order to take the bride away, and if she can't win, the bride can spend the night with the winner of the village. Of course, the person who greets the relatives can hire someone from other places to help, but the bride's family can only be done by people from the village. So it's usually a smooth pick-up. It's rare to see a situation like yours this time. ”

Leng Yi said with a bitter face: "But, I'm not from this village." ”

"You are!" Jiazhen said with a smile: "Last night, Zhuoma said in public that you are the son-in-law of the Ram family, that is, a person from this village. Ram also kissed you in public, and the head man recognized it for the sake of face and recognized you. So it's up to you to challenge the Hercules who greeted you, and as a result, you defeated the other party, and the head and Dolma were very happy, so naturally they let you spend the night with Dolma according to the rules. ”

Leng Yi smiled bitterly awkwardly and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?" ”

"You Song people have too many rules, and they are not happy at all. I told you, if you look forward to the future, this matter must be yellow, so it's better not to say it. ”

"But it's not always good."

"What's bad, I know what you're worried about. Don't worry, Missan's marriage is almost all a money-spent marriage, and Zhuoma and that Jiangcun didn't know each other before. Besides, this is Missan's rule, and no one can say anything. ”

“……”

Leng Yi was speechless.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps at the door, and the head man came in with several men and women. Leng Yi hurriedly got up and gave his hand, he had just given his daughter, and he was a little embarrassed to meet.

The head man was full of spring breeze, and motioned for Leng Yi to sit down, and he sat down on the side. The servant brought the tea, the head asked for tea, and then Jiazhen translated it and said to Leng Yi: "Thank you very much for saving face for our village last night, my daughter and I are very happy, Leng Yi was a little embarrassed, and smiled."

The leader said, "Listen to what Ram just said, you want to go to Misang City to do business?" ”

"Yes, it's just my first time to come to Missan to do business, I don't know the place well, and I don't understand the market, so I'm worried about losing money."

The head man nodded and said, "I have these ways in Misan. I can help you with your business if you want. ”

(To be continued)