This place is called Mobian Village.

There are no inns in the village, but every household has a place to entertain guests, accommodation is free, and meals are ten big dollars per person per day.

It sounds like a good deal, but in fact it is not the case at all - the place where you live is not even as good as a firewood house, you only eat hard buns and water, and even if you have money in your pocket, you have to get the approval of the village chief if you want to add an egg or something.

No way, this place is so barren, basically everything depends on the will of God.

Whether the crops are harvested depends on the sky, whether the goods arrive depends on the sky, and whether the guests come depends on the sky.

However, even if God has a good temper, there can be a few more rains and less wind and sand every year, and the harvest of potatoes and peanuts is so much more, this day is far from moisturizing.

If you have bad luck, you can wait for death.

According to the villagers, there was even a tragic situation where the sun did not see the sun for three consecutive months, and half of the villagers starved to death.

Then why don't they leave this hellish place?

Because there's water!

An ancient well at the end of the village can carry 16 buckets of water every day, except for the daily use of the whole village, what remains is a large amount of wealth, which has fed Mobian Village for generations.

When a caravan enters the desert, it needs a reserve of 100 barrels of water, and it will take about six or seven days to gather it, including the stocks.

So I had to choose a house in the village to stay in.

Considering the long-haired sister and Fei Xiaohua, it is best for this family to only have women.

The Zeng family fits this bill perfectly.

Zeng Nihua, a thirty-year-old widow.

Zeng Nifu, the seventeen-year-old daughter of Hua Huang, Nihua's younger sister.

Both sisters are great beauties in the village, and although their skin is slightly rough due to the wind and sand, their bodies are nurtured by the scorching sun. Bloom like the most delicate desert flower.

I heard that.

As soon as I stepped through the door of Zeng's house, I saw an acquaintance come out of the room, putting on his clothes as he walked.

Wow, in broad daylight, that's too ......

"Guest, you're here to mend your clothes too?" The man who sold the brute head was surprised.

"Do you need to come and mend your clothes?" I don't know why, I feel disappointed.

"If you can save it, you can save it." The man who sold his head shook his clothes, which were full of patches. "The little one's surname is Wang, and his family lives next door."

The old king next door?

After careful questioning, it turned out that this person's surname was Wang Mingcang, nicknamed Sand Rat, and he made a living by selling some contraband.

"You won't call me when the guests come?" As soon as the curtain was lifted, a middle-aged woman with a slean yellow and thin walked out; He said that he was thirty years old, and he felt that he was at least forty or fifty, with a bun on his head that represented his marriage, and a silver hairpin inserted horizontally.

This is the former widow who is known as the first beauty in the village?

Immediately afterward, another spherical woman with a height of five feet and a waist circumference of five feet walked out; She is really like seventeen, but she is probably seventeen times the weight of an ordinary seventeen-year-old girl, and with every step, the flesh on her body is dancing the fifth set of academy gymnastics.

This is Miss Nifu, known as the desert dahlia?

Looking at the Zeng sisters in front of me, I immediately understood a truth.

Don't believe ads!

I'm starting to believe that the old man next door is really here to mend the clothes.

There was no danger or danger, and soon it was night.

Zeng's family has two rooms, and I slept at the dining table in the front hall, recalling all the things that had happened during the trip in the past half a month.

Suddenly, there was a creak, and the door was gently pushed open.

"Lao Wang, what are you doing when you don't sleep at home, but go to the widow's house?" I quipped him.

"It's not that I don't want to sleep, it's that the people who stay overnight are snoring too noisy." Wang Pao said, "I can't stand it anymore, come and hide." ”

"Then why don't you hide in another house?" I say.

The other refers to the neighbor on the other side of Wang Ran's house.

"I don't dare." Wang Pao glanced outside the door and said in a low voice, "Those brutes were collected from over there, and they are supplied all year round!" ”

My eyebrows jumped: "I didn't expect that there are also martial arts masters here." ”

"Shh Wang Pao said, "That man won't let me say it." ”

"If you don't want to say it, then you still say it?" Suddenly, I felt that something was wrong.

"Actually......" Wang Pao scratched the back of his head and sneered: "He won't let me tell others, but you are different guests, he asked me to invite you over to get together." ”

"Oh?" I wondered even more, "Does that person know me?" ”

"Do you know each other, don't you know the guests in the past?" Wang Pao walked to the door and made a 'please' gesture.

This is the case...... It's kind of weird.

But master, I'm a master of art and bold, just go, I'm afraid you won't make it?

Just as he was about to leave, a cold wind blew in his ears, and there were two more figures beside him.

If you look closely, it turned out to be the Zeng sisters.

They are all wearing very heavy makeup at the moment, but the technique is obviously learned from the grass stage opera class, and the flowers are so colorful that people feel chills down their spines.

"Lao Wang, don't you take us to play?" Zeng Nihua smiled and shook the small handkerchief in her hand.

"Brother Wang, people are going to play too." Zeng Nifu said with a twist.

I heard that there is a ditch that will be on fire, so isn't she full of fire?

Nausea......

I almost didn't spit it out.

At this moment, the bright moonlight poured in through the doorway, painting the ground silver.

Am I dreaming?

In the next moment, I found myself walking outside, side by side with Wang Pao and the Zeng sisters.

The target was a small courtyard enclosed by an earthen wall next door.

With a whoosh, the wooden gate of the courtyard opened automatically, as if to welcome us in.

It must really be a dream, right?

As I thought this, a dark figure came out of the room.

The moonlight was like rain, spreading all over the earth, but it could not shine the true face of this man at all.

"Welcome everyone." The black figure didn't mean to let us into the house, but stood in the courtyard and talked. "The centennial moonlight festival is about to begin, take this opportunity to play games with everyone."

"Yo, we don't have the right number of people, how do we play?" Zeng Nihua said with a smile.

How could it be wrong, it can be in three batches......

Forget it, now is not the time to tell jokes.

Because I suddenly had the feeling that the moonlight sprinkled on my body was alive!

"Please stand around and leave a little distance between each other." The shadow said, and walked to a well on the edge of the courtyard.

There was a grunt, which seemed to be the sound of a bucket falling into the well water.

Rushing......

The black shadow carried the rope and pulled the bucket up one by one.

"Lao Wang." I suddenly remembered something, and felt stiff, "Isn't there only one well in the village?" ”

"There is only one well with water." Wang Pao said, "But there are still a few dry wells. ”

Dry?

I heard the sound of water just now.

"What you hear isn't the sound of water...... "The black image saw through my mind.

Wow......

The bucket was finally lifted, and I looked in: it wasn't water.

It's blood!