Yin Ming said: "Let's not hurry up first, let's go over and have a look." ”

"A detailed understanding of the local folk customs will allow the administration to prescribe the right medicine in the future. ”

Yang Ziming said admiringly: "Brother Yin's high opinion, it should be like this." ”

As they spoke, they got out of the carriage and headed for the river temple.

Liu Teng, Zhao Long and others hurriedly followed.

In front of the river temple, I saw the fire shining brightly and the cigarette smoke was lush.

Although there were a lot of figures in the four places, they all looked solemn, and there was no voice at all.

This is like a sacrifice, but it is like a funeral.

Yin Ming took a look at the river temple, and saw that the bricks and tiles were shiny, and the tables and chairs were neat, which was actually the most magnificent building in this small county.

The superstitious atmosphere in this place is so serious that there is not enough to eat, and there is even a large number of temples to be built.

Yin Ming was waiting to find each other, and suddenly heard the noise of people and the sound of cymbals and drums.

In the distance, he saw a group of people carrying torches, coming like a fiery dragon.

At the head of the procession, there were two young men, each holding a large shell in their hands.

The shell was the size of a grinding plate, and there were two small dolls, a man and a woman, sitting in it.

The two little babies looked at the light and shadow around, and they were a little scared.

Someone next to them handed them some candy, and the two of them were busy peeling candy and eating it, so they forgot that they were afraid.

After the two dolls, eight men erected an idol of the deity.

The god was like a black robe and black face, with a fluttering silver beard, and a huge body.

In the middle of the night, it doesn't look like it's seeping.

In the crowd, an old man said, "Get out of the way, welcome the divine envoy in, and serve it in the upper shou." ”

The crowd made way for the two little dolls to blink and be carried in.

Then, a middle-aged couple stepped forward and put the two dolls on the tribute table.

The middle-aged couple is very richly dressed, although they are not as good as the style of the Beijing master, they are also rich and noble here.

Yin Ming's brows furrowed, this doll is a divine envoy?

How can this style be like a tribute?

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the couple look at the two dolls, a man and a woman, and began to wipe away tears.

Before she could cry much, a woman who looked like a peasant woman ran out of the night.

She looked terrified, one foot on a broken straw sandal, the other barefoot, covered with grass and mud.

I saw her rush forward, hugged the two children, buried her head and cried.

After the peasant woman, another farmer came out, looking a little unnatural, but also a little indifferent.

On the side, the middle-aged lady was still wiping her tears.

The middle-aged man spoke: "Zhang family man, I didn't force you to do this. ”

"We are a consensual business, you asked your mother-in-law to stir up trouble in front of the river god, but what do you mean?"

The man's expression was a little numb, and before he could speak, the middle-aged lady said, "Master, she is also a hard-working person." ”

"Our family has inherited the affection of others, and let her say goodbye to her children. ”

The middle-aged man sighed and said, "It's not that I'm not close to people, I'm afraid that the river god will see the flaws!"

The old man in the crowd suddenly waved his hand and said, "Turn the face of the river god, don't make the river god laugh." ”

A few men carrying the idol hurriedly turned the idol around, no longer facing the two little babies.

The peasant woman cried even more and cried out in sorrow.

The people around looked at this scene, but they all looked indifferent, as if they were commonplace, and they were no longer moved.

Yin Ming frowned when he saw it, the superstitious atmosphere here is really powerful.

He gave Yang Ziming a look, and Yang Ziming understood.

Yang Ziming stepped forward and arched his hand, and asked the middle-aged man: "Brother, it's polite, can you take a step to speak." ”

The middle-aged man looked back and saw a stranger he didn't know, and his face changed drastically.

The middle-aged man took two steps back and said vigilantly: "Who are you and what do you want to do!"

Yang Ziming knew that this letter was seriously troubled, and he was a strange face, so it was no wonder that people were vigilant.

Yang Ziming hurriedly said: "Don't blame the brother, we are the merchants who are on the feet." ”

"Passing through the treasure land, because I can't find a place to stay, I just want to ask for a path. ”

He is very shrewd, so naturally he will not explain his intentions directly.

The middle-aged man's vigilance did not decrease, and many people surrounded him, all staring at Yang Ziming with unkind faces.

The old man stepped forward and asked, "The Fengxi Demon Clan is rampant, and bandits are in trouble, if you don't have special skills, it will be difficult to move an inch." ”

"I see that you don't have martial arts, but you claim to be a foot merchant, dare you deceive people?"

Yang Ziming pointed to Zhao Long and the others behind him, and said, "Don't misunderstand, old man." ”

"The owner of the lower family hired a few skilled warriors to protect him, and he dared to come. ”

Although the old man was not a martial artist, he obviously had some eyesight.

After seeing Zhao Long and the others, the old man's face softened slightly.

He asked vigilantly: "But you can see that you are light and simple, but where is the goods?"

Yang Ziming said unhurriedly: "Most of the goods have been sold, and the rest of the owners know that they can't take them away, so they are dumped in the mountains." ”

What he said is reasonable, to seal the western sales, if there is a surplus, will try to dispose of it.

After all, if you can't sell it, you will only drag it back.

The old man nodded, and listened carefully to Yang Ziming's accent, an authentic official dialect from the mainland of the Tang Dynasty.

Only then did he feel at ease.

The old man said: "Since you are a distant guest, you should take care of one or two, so please wait for a while." ”

"You can also see that tomorrow we will worship the river god, and tonight there will be some trouble. ”

"Please wait until I'm done with my work, and I'll find you a place to stay. ”

When the old man said this, it was not all out of good intentions.

Since this group has sold the goods, there must be money.

Merchants have money, they have land, and they are naturally willing to entertain.

Yang Ziming took the opportunity to ask: "Uncle, what kind of god are you sacrificing, why do you still have two children?"

The old man said solemnly: "It is my Heihe water god who is sacrificed." ”

"The god of the black river is the god of the rain of the Si River, and with his blessing, the wind and rain can be smooth, and the river can be smooth. ”

Yang Ziming's eyes rolled and said, "That water god is a good god, why is this woman crying?"

The old man glared at him and said, "You are a descendant, you don't know anything, why do you ask anything." ”

Yang Ziming laughed a few times and said busily: "Yes, yes, my husband taught me." ”

He was pondering how to take the opportunity to inquire again, when suddenly the old man sighed.

The old man said: "Actually, it's okay to talk about it in private. ”

"The pair of dolls are the messengers of this autumn's wheat harvest, and the woman is parting from her children, and she is a little sad. ”

Yang Ziming's expression was dazed, and he understood a little.

It seems that this so-called "divine messenger" is a living sacrifice.

Yang Ziming couldn't help but say: "Is the river god so cruel that he wants to ......?"

Before he finished speaking, the people around him stared at him with unkind expressions, a little impatient.

Many people looked at the old man, as if they were just waiting for an order to make a move.

Yang Ziming wanted to say something, but Yin Ming walked up at some point and patted him lightly on the shoulder.