I stood outside the village, facing this extremely primitive world, and was amazed for a moment.

Then I said to Secretary Wang: "Just now in the car, I have a question I want to ask. ”

Secretary Wang smiled and said, "What do you want to ask?" ”

I said, "I was going to ask, in this era of highly developed industry, how can there still be zài blacksmiths? But when I got out of the car, the question became: How did such a backward village survive in the 21st century? ”

Secretary Wang said with a smile: "The key to it, I want to sell it first." We'll find out in a moment. ”

I asked, "What are we going to do now?" Go to the scene of the crime? ”

Officer Shi said sullenly, "Go see that old man." ”

I hummed and followed them into the village.

As I approached the village, the more curious I became. How could the old people in the village know my name? And bring it up to me? Who the hell is he? The answer to the mystery was ahead, and a hint of tension suddenly appeared in my heart.

When I walked to the village path, I was confronted by a villager carrying water.

When I saw his appearance, I stayed on the ground and stared at him like I was stupid, not knowing what to do.

The villager glanced at me as if he had seen a madman, and then walked away with two buckets.

I pointed to his back and stammered to Secretary Wang, "He, he is...... Caucasians here? ”

Secretary Wang didn't have time to answer me, and a voice behind me replied, "Our ancestors are Semu people. ”

I turned around and saw a tall, shirtless man. He has blonde hair, a golden beard, a high nose and deep eyes, but he speaks fluent Chinese.

I'm speechless. Just Mu looked at the man in a daze, and then looked back at Secretary Wang. Secretary Wang was looking at me with a smile on his face, which seemed to say, how is it? Shocked, right?

The man introduced himself very kindly: "Hello, my name is pliers, tongs of iron tongs." ”

I thought to myself, it deserves to be a blacksmith village, and the name is so apt.

I smiled a little embarrassedly, and Mu was stunned and said, "Hello, my name is Zhao Mang." Then I looked at the white people coming and going and asked, "You guys have been living here?" ”

Tong nodded, made a gesture of please, and said, "You are Zhao Mang?" Come with me, the Prophet is waiting for you. ”

I've come across so many things since I entered this village. There was a lot of information coming to my head, and I suddenly couldn't handle it. My mouth unconsciously muttered, "Prophet, prophet? What is it? ”

Secretary Wang whispered beside me, "The prophet is the old man who wants to see you by name. ”

The tong led us and introduced me to the situation here as we walked, while Secretary Wang enthusiastically added. These two people sang and harmonized as if they were talking about cross talk, which finally made me understand what this village is all about.

The villagers here are all Semu people.

At that time, the Mongol iron cavalry rampaged through Eurasia and established an extremely large empire, accompanied by invasion and conquest, a mixture of races.

The Yuan Dynasty stipulated that there were four classes of people. The first class is the Mongols, the second class is the Semu people, the third class is the Han people, and the fourth class is the Nan people. And the villagers of this village are a kind of Semu people.

Later, the Yuan Dynasty fell and the Ming Dynasty was established. They are stranded in China. For this alien race, the Ming government neither exterminated nor expelled it. Rather, they have been brainwashed for more than 200 years. From generation to generation, they have been instilled with the idea of loyalty and patriotism.

I don't know if this brainwashing is a punishment or a prank, in short, it is undoubtedly very successful, these people love the Ming Dynasty even more than the Han people.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the Eight Banners crossed the Shanhaiguan Pass and went all the way south. They spontaneously formed a small army, known as the Zhongzi Battalion. It means to be forever loyal to the Zhu Ming Dynasty.

This army was highly disciplined, fearless of death, and had the innate advantage of being tall, but it also achieved some small victories. But their power is still too small after all. The small one is like a candlelight.

Darkness can't swallow up the light of the candle, but it will burn out sometimes.

I don't know how many years passed, but they were so demoralized that they finally stopped fighting and lived in seclusion in this small village. However, they still stubbornly named the village Zhongzi Camp.

It is impossible for the Qing government at that time not to discover this freak army. But perhaps out of respect for their persistent spirit, or because they feel that they are not pure Han Chinese. So let them go, and let them multiply from generation to generation. The people here are gradually being converted through intermarriage with the surrounding villagers. In some people, however, the alien character is still evident.

As for why they make a living by striking iron, then no one knows. They have been striking iron for hundreds of years, and they have passed down their skills from generation to generation, and no one knows how they started, but one thing is for sure, they learned this technique after coming to China.

No one thought of changing, they tried hard to reject something modern, the things of the ancestors could not be lost, and they were even more stubborn than the conservative school of the late Qing Dynasty. So it looks primitive, like it's cut off from the civilized world.

With the help of Secretary Wang, I finally understood their history. He stretched out his hand, smiled and said, "Hello, I am also Chinese." ”

Before I could reply, he pointed to a small wooden door: "Go in, the Prophet is waiting for you there." ”

I looked at Secretary Wang, and then at Officer Shi. The two of them nodded, and there was even a hint of encouragement in their eyes.

I cautiously pushed open the wooden door. A layer of dust fell from the door frame, as if the door hadn't been opened in a long time.

I walked in and the light in the room was a little dim. It took me a while to get used to it, and I finally got to see it clearly.

I saw a very old man, kneeling on the ground, and in front of him, a cross was erected. The symbolism couldn't be more obvious, he was a Christian.

I even felt the urge to run away from the door. I was amazed by this little village. I first saw the paradise of hundreds of years ago, and then their appearance pulled me to Europe, and I was pulled from Europe to the Ming Dynasty, and finally loyalty and patriotism turned into faith in God.

A voice sounded not far away: "Are you scared? ”

I looked up and saw that the old man had turned around and sat down facing me.

I coughed softly, moved my hands and feet, gave up my stance of running away, and asked, "You are the prophet?" ”

The old man nodded lightly: "We are thousands of miles away in the east, but the Lord has not given up on us. The light still shines here. Although he has not given us any more revelation for hundreds of years. But we never stopped praying. Just ten days ago, the Lord finally sent a messenger, and it was the Lord who made me a prophet, and he ordered me to find the Savior. ”

My heart was pounding, and I wanted to twist myself to see if I was dreaming. Because today's qiē is too mysterious.

I really want to ask this old man: Are you really a believer? What nonsense are you talking about? Have you read the Bible?

But I held back the thought because I figured it out in a split second.

Many of the Semu people who came to China in the Yuan Dynasty believed in God. This group of God-believing people remained in China and were brainwashed for 200 years, and God knows what the Ming government at that time mixed in their teachings.

In other words, what they believe in now should be regarded as a new religion.

While I was still thinking, the old man suddenly knelt down and said in the most pious voice: "Savior, please save us." ”

I was so alarmed by him that I instinctively knelt down and said, "Old man, don't joke with me, what do you mean?" Am I a savior? ”

The old man straightened up, knelt on the ground straight, and looked stern and pious: "Are you called Zhao Mang?" ”

I nodded, "yes." ”

The old man asked, "Do you live in an empty house?" ”

I was amazed: "Do you still know about the empty house?" How do you know? ”

The old man bowed down again: "The Lord has not given up on us, and the angel of the Lord has not deceived us. You are our Savior, and you will save His children. ”

I grabbed him by the shoulders and said, "You told me as you were." What the hell is going on? ”

The look on his face suddenly became a little confused: "Sue you as it is?" Suddenly, he glanced at the window and looked out of the room. Immediately afterward, his face was like ashes, and he began to stomp his feet in the room: "It's over, it's over, it's too late." The scythe of death is about to harvest our lives. ”