Chapter 33: The Festival of Wealth and Murder

She asked Yang Dachuan and Wang just now, but neither of them knew that they had never been here in previous years. I happened to see the bun shop, so I thought that the whole family ate less in the morning, so it was better to buy a few buns to pad the stomach and inquire by the way.

"Xia Xia, you can run slower, there are a lot of people!"

"I see!" Yang Chuxia waved his hand with his back to Wang, and continued to run towards the bun shop.

"How do you sell the boss's vegetable buns?"

The owner of the steamed bun seller saw that it was a little girl with two braids, and she was still a beautiful little girl, so she spoke softly.

"Little girl, my vegetarian bun is a penny, and the meat bun is two pennies a piece, what do you want for the meat or meat?"

"Boss, what kind of stuffing are the vegetarians?"

"Vegetarian ones with cabbage and green cabbage."

Yang Chuxia nodded, and said in her heart that she should come to vegetarian buns, although meat buns are not expensive, they are expensive for her. She only has a total of dozens of dollars, so don't be extravagant.

"Boss, give me twelve cabbage buns!"

"Okay!"

The boss was very neat, and quickly wrapped the bun and handed it to Yang Chuxia, and gave her an extra piece of sugar cake.

"The sugar cake is for you, little girl."

"Then thank you, uncle!" Yang Chuxia happily took the buns and sugar cakes, most of the people in ancient times were still simple, and the kind of old woman like Hua Laozi should be a special case.

"By the way, uncle, I want to ask you about something!"

"Little girl, please speak!"

"That's right, didn't I hear that this is Poseidon Day? What kind of sea is that sacrifice on? I came from the village with my family to see the excitement, but I didn't know where to go. ”

When the boss who sold the buns heard this, he smiled and pointed to the group of troops behind Yang Chuxia, "Have you seen these people?" It's all to see the sacrifices, and the sacrificial point of this year's Poseidon Festival is on the South China Sea, little girl, you want to go, just follow them. ”

"Okay, thank you, uncle!"

After hearing the news, Yang Chuxia smiled and turned around with a bun and prepared to leave.

"Wait, little girl."

"Uncle, what's the matter?" Yang Chuxia looked at the owner of the bun shop in confusion.

Then I saw the owner of the bun shop looking left and right, walked up to Yang Chuxia, and whispered, "Little girl, uncle will remind you, don't go if you don't want to join in the fun of this sacrifice." Even if you really want to go and see, you must follow your own adults, but don't run around. ”

"Uncle, why is this?"

"Little girl, uncle can tell you that every year, there are many fishermen who can't buy ama. If you buy a corpse that is good, you can make a living, but I'm afraid that you can't buy a corpse. What should I do at this time? Then you can only look for it temporarily, and when you meet someone with a conscience, you will pay a high price to ask the parents who have a girl's baby. When he met the person with a bad heart, he directly took advantage of the people's inattention, and carried the person away with a set of sacks, and when the sacrifice began, he found an excuse to put a handkerchief on the face of the ama, and he couldn't see anything. By the time the family found it, the body had already sunk into the sea. ”

Speaking of this, the owner of the steamed bun shop looked at Yang Chuxia again and said, "The best age for the sacrificial ama is ten to fifteen years old, little girl, the uncle looks at you like you are almost eleven or twelve, and you are also born with beautiful eyebrows and eyes." Uncle is afraid that as soon as you go to the South China Sea, you will be targeted. Uncle can also tell you that I heard that the more beautiful the ama sent by the fishermen to sacrifice, the greater the fisherman's harvest will be in the year. So you have to be very careful, little girl. ”