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"Whatever you want. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" Gengyao nodded, and walked to the next house on his own. Seeing this, Su Qi and the three hurriedly followed.

In one afternoon, Gengyao walked more than 40 households, plus more than 50 households in the morning, and more than 100 households in the whole village were all visited.

In the process of distributing the grain, Su Qi and the three of them have been paying close attention, and in the end, they found that this village is really not ordinary, and it looks like "dementia", and it is not only the old man.

To be precise, everyone in this village is like dementia.

Gengyao carried a rice bag and a rice bucket on his back, and every time he arrived at a house, he would go directly to the courtyard and scoop rice into the rice jar of this house.

The amount of rice is calculated according to the number of people in the family, with more people and fewer people.

When the rice in the bag is finished, Gengyao returns to his home in the middle of the village and carries another bag out.

Although Su Qi and the three of them were wearing brocade shirts, which were incompatible with the local environment, no one asked about the origin of Su Qi and the other three, and they didn't even look at it.

What's even more strange is that these people are not interested in everything, and when they go to deliver rice, these people don't even say hello.

Gengyao didn't care at all, he just delivered rice door to door, and then went to the next one after the delivery.

Moreover, all the houses have no doors, and some of the thatched huts do not even have courtyard walls, which are simply leaking from all sides. The rice bowl was just outside, and no one cared about it.

Su Qi, Zhao Ying and Wang Li were confused, and thought: "Could it be that this is already a road that is not left behind and the door is not closed at night?"

Seeing that Gengyao had finished distributing the food, the three of them followed Gengyao back to his residence.

Gengyao lived in a thatched hut, which was more dilapidated than most people's thatched huts. The only difference is that there is a cellar in which a lot of grain is stored. It's just that this cellar is also wide open, and it is easy to steal a few bags of rice in the middle of the night.

Gengyao casually put it in the hut, and piled up a pile of thatch, which was regarded as a collapse, and invited the three of them to sit down.

The three of them are basically sitting on the ground. At this time, it was getting dark, and Gengyao stretched his waist and said, "If there is anything, just ask quickly, I'll sleep if it's okay." ”

"Just ask a few small questions and it will be fine soon. Su Qi smiled.

"Okay, then you guys hurry up and ask. ”

"Is the grain here evenly distributed?" asked Su Qi.

"Of course, haven't you seen it all? Gengyao nodded.

"What about the labor? everyone working together?" asked Su Qi.

"Of course not. Gengyao looked at Su Qi like an idiot, "Everyone does their own thing, but when they harvest the grain, they just hand it over uniformly." ”

"Uh...... Wouldn't anyone hide the food?" asked Su Qi.

"Why do you want to keep food privately? There is enough food to eat every month. Gengyao said strangely.

"I don't think people here come and go often?" Zhao Ying asked.

"Why do you want to come and go so often?" asked Gengyao.

"Is there a ...... here? Uh, the army, or rather, the weapons?" asked Wang Li.

Gengyao shook his head blankly: "There are spears and bows and arrows for hunting, does this count?"

"Count, where are all these things?" asked Wang Li.

Gengyao pointed to the cellar outside.

"Aren't you afraid of losing it?" Wang Li asked in surprise.

"Why do you throw it away? If someone wants to use it, why should you throw it away?" asked Gengyao strangely.

“......”

After asking some more questions, Su Qi understood what was going on.

This small village is somewhat like a clan society, somewhat similar to the era of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, but it is different.

But judging from the clothes and huts of these people, the degree of development of their civilization has obviously departed from the primitive state, and at least they can rely on growing food to meet their food and clothing.

Speaking of which, it is somewhat similar to what Lao Tzu once said about "small countries and widows".

People here cultivate their own crops, are self-sufficient, do not leave roads behind, do not close their doors at night, and do not care about each other, that is, "the people do not interact with each other until they are old and die".

"Although there is a boat, there is nothing to do, although there is a soldier who has nothing to show. "People here don't go far at all, so they don't need cars and ships, and there is no war here, so there is no need for armor and weapons.

After explaining a little, Gengyao stopped paying attention to the crowd and went to sleep by himself. The three of them came to the courtyard with a helpless look on their faces.

By this time night had fallen, and the whole village was pitch black, with only the hazy moonlight shining on the ground.

The three of them had already lost their cultivation and could only return to the nearby straw stack to lie down like ordinary people.

At the beginning, Zhao Ying resolutely refused to return to the straw stack, but after all, now they are all ordinary people, and their physical strength has decreased rapidly, and later they have to obediently lie down on the straw stack to rest.

"Can anyone explain to me what the hell is going on?" Zhao Ying's dusty fairy posture had been worn out, and now she could only lie half-dead on the straw pile, looking at the bright moon in the sky in a daze.

Wang Li sighed softly and said, "I don't know if you have read Lao Tzu's "Small Countries and Widows"? ”

"If Lao Tzu was here, he would probably think this is the world he wants. Su Qi said.

"Could it be that this relic is left by Lao Tzu? It is no wonder! It is said that Lao Tzu is different from other saints, he is directly a god, and only he can create such a huge small world!" Zhao Ying suddenly woke up.

Su Qi did shake his head secretly. Although this small village is very similar to Lao Tzu's thoughts, it is impossible for such a thing as "Kunpeng" to be created by Lao Tzu in any case.

The only explanation that Su Qi can think of now is that Zhuangzi created a "Peach Blossom Spring" in his small world, a world of "small countries and widows" of "Datong", to pay tribute to Lao Tzu.

"I always felt that there were a lot of doubts in this. I have read Lao Tzu's description, and I only feel very fascinated, but when I see such a scene today, I feel shuddering. Wang Li said.

"I also felt like something was wrong. Su Qi frowned.

At this moment, a miserable scream suddenly came from the quiet night sky, which was terrible and inexplicable.

"The cow, the cow god is angry!

Su Qi and Zhao Ying glanced at each other, and they were all very surprised. They had traveled around most of the village, but they didn't see any such thing as a so-called "bull god".

Moreover, the people of this village have never raised domestic animals at all, so how can they worship cows as gods?

"Bring your blade!"

The three of them leapt down from the haystack, strapped their blades with them, and hurried in the direction where the shouts came.