When it comes to this, if you don't understand it, it's over.

The village chief is indeed selfish, but he is still open in major matters, and he can't help but pretend to be stupid in this situation. He immediately expressed his willingness to take out the most sincere tribute and choose a villager who had not yet entered the temple to ask the mountain god to bring over.

In addition to the indispensable incense candles, the tributes to the mountain gods are usually home-made large white steamed buns, as well as seasonal fruits.

As soon as he opened his mouth, anyone could have thought that the tribute he said must be food.

Someone with a heart turned around in their hearts and thought: This is a good errand!

No matter who goes with something, there is always a chance to deduct a little bit on the way, some as tribute to the mountain god, and the rest to fill their stomachs! Why, how can there be a person who works and doesn't give people food?

If you want to blame the village chief, his family is too anxious, and he has been there before, otherwise it will not be the turn of outsiders.

A man with thief eyebrows and rat eyes came out of the crowd and said with a smile: "Fifth uncle, let me go about this, I haven't worshiped it yet!" ”

When the village chief saw that he was coming out, he subconsciously frowned.

This descendant's name is Huang Aren, his parents died early, and he is idle all day long, either stealing the fruits of this family's planting, or driving the chickens raised by the family, and no one is happy to associate with him.

He was still a poor man at the age of thirty. Expect him to do errands? Don't, don't make the mountain god angry.

So the village chief didn't see him, turned his eyes to the crowd, and asked again: "Who is going?" ”

The clan elder raised his hand tremblingly, and said expectantly: "Wu'er, I'll go, I've lived to this age, and I don't know how many times I can see the mountain god master......

This patriarch is the most respectful of the mountain god, and I heard that he drove his son up the mountain a few days ago and put a few precious sugar buns on the offering table......

At that time, many villagers privately said that he was a fool and did not give good things to his own people first.

Of course, they were afraid of retribution, and no one dared to take the sugar bun back from the offering table. In the end, it was cheaper for the three girls who were hiding in the mountain temple.

The village chief was a little hesitant, afraid that his legs and feet would be inconvenient, in case he fell on the road......

The son of the patriarch came out and said, "I'll carry Daddy up, just give me the tribute!" ”

"That'...... Okay. ”

In this way, it was decided that the father and son would go.

The village chief took them back, took three fist-sized white-flour steamed buns, and repeatedly told them that their attitude must be solemn, so as not to anger the mountain god.

When they came out of the village chief's house, several old men with yellow faces and thin muscles came over with food, or a handful of dried fruits or a small piece of pancake, all of which were filled into the basket, and they also chattered endlessly.

The patriarch climbed onto his son's back with a basket, and the father and son went to the mountain temple.

Who knew that as soon as they left the village on their front feet, Huang Aren, who had failed to do an errand before, followed.

He took advantage of the old clan's defenselessness, rushed out from behind, pulled the basket off the crook of the old clan's arm, and ran away in his arms!

The old son of the clan supported Daddy's legs with both hands, but failed to hold him, the clan elder was stunned before reacting, seeing that the tribute to the mountain god was snatched away by this bastard, he didn't catch his breath and was stunned.

Huang Aren took the tribute and hid in the mountain col.

He first broke open a white-flour steamed bun, took half of it in each of his left and right hands, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction as he took a bite.

He had been hungry for two more days since he had eaten the food that the long-tongued woman had hidden outside, and he had been on the water to drink. Now I got the food, and I didn't stop until I stuffed two steamed buns.

At this time, there were still things in the basket, and Huang Aren thought: I have a tribute in my hand now, and I heard the mountain god statue talking last time, why don't I also ask?

He figured out what to ask on the way.

Help everyone out of the mountain together? No, no, no, he doesn't do this kind of thing, if he asks so, it won't be him Huang Aren!

He walked down the slope with a wicked smile, and the gate of the mountain temple was already in sight.

In fact, before he could enter this temple, Lan Shuying recognized him - it was the rice thief who was lying on the roof before!

"Didn't this guy get beaten enough last time?" Lan Shuying frowned in disgust.

In the days she has been in this temple, she has come into contact with at least sixty or seventy villagers, except for the greedy village chief's family, this Huang Aren has left the worst impression on her!

If she hadn't wanted to expose herself, she would have wanted to go out and beat him up with a woman last time.

She broke the last piece of bread in her hand in half, gave it to the two little girls, and tightened the long yellow tablecloth.

Huang Aren walked in, subconsciously looked at the dishes on the table first, and said "Huh".

He didn't think that the mountain god would really use these mortal foods, didn't they all say that the gods ate a breath? But this dish is so clean that there aren't even a few stars left in the crumbs, who did it?!

"His grandmother's, I knew that I would also come to get it, and I was hungry for two days......"

Lan Shuying squatted under the offering table and could hear it clearly, and was speechless for a while.

What's worse is that his words amused Xiao Xiao and Lulu under the wooden board, and I don't know which little girl laughed.

Huang Aren's eyes rolled, and he felt even more wrong.

He got a little closer, smelled the aroma, itched in his nose, and couldn't help but let out a loud sneeze, which made Lan Shuying frown.

Huang Aren's eyes flickered, he knelt down with bated breath and pretended to pay homage, and asked: "Grandpa the mountain god is above, and the little one wants to ask, how should I survive this famine?" ”

Before the last sound of the word "wild" fell, the person suddenly pounced on him and lifted the tablecloth!

Looking at each other, Huang Aren smiled and stretched out his hand to grab her out: "Qin! Small! Happy! ”

He was very familiar with the little face in front of him.

When people reach thirty, they can't find a wife, so he has no idea of getting married, but he often harasses the little girls in the village, Qin Xiaole, who has beautiful facial features, is one of them, this little girl is smart, and she has tricked him several times, but Huang Aren has recorded it in the account.

Lan Shuying avoided his hand and rolled out from the side.

She kicked Huang Aren hard in the ass first, and his head hit the table leg, and immediately swollen a bag, "Ouch! ”

didn't give him a chance to turn the tables at all, Lan Shuying knew that this body was weak, so she used her dexterity, buckled him in three or two strokes, grabbed his hair, and put his head on the side of the incense candle.

"Qin Xiaole! You little brute, you are pretending to be a god here, pretending to be a mountain god! You have a kind of letting go of Lao Tzu, if I don't beat you to death today, I won't call Huang A...... Yes!! ”

Lan Shuying directly broke one of his index fingers.

Ten fingers are connected to the heart, but there is something he can receive.

"I don't care if you call it a cat or a dog, who pretends to be a ghost, but look, I'm a fairy child ordered by the mountain god! His old man has the heart to help you get out of trouble, but you are spreading wilderness in this realm! If you're tired of living, just say it, I'll help you! ”

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