A few more outsiders came to the village chief's house, and many people heard about it and watched later.

At this moment, several people felt like monkeys in a zoo where people were busy watching with a look of novelty.

There were circles of people standing around the big banyan tree, and the six people sitting under the big banyan tree were very helpless.

Song Nancheng was probably used to this meeting for a long time, and he beckoned warmly, "Don't stand, come and sit down and chat." ”

So the melon-eating crowd who came to watch took out a small bench, sat down in an uproar, and took out melon seeds very excessively and knocked them up.

Song Nancheng asked, "Do you rarely have outsiders here?" ”

The people who eat melons replied on their feet, "No, the people who come and go nearby are people from ten miles and eight villages, and you strange outsiders have never seen it before." ”

"How old are you?"

"I'm one hundred and fifty years old, six generations in the same house, and I'm beautiful."

"Do you usually go to school? Do you understand high math? ”

"Go to school, but I haven't heard of that thing you said, and I guess I'm a thief."

"Haven't you ever wondered why the stars in the sky are bright?"

Now the eyes of the people who eat melons look at them have changed again, and they have become the eyes of fools.

"The stars in the sky are bright, how can they be bright?"

For the people here, the stars in the sky will shine, just like the vegetables can be grown in the field and people want to eat.

Tut!

A few people smashed their mouths.

This is a way of restricting culture, imprisoning their minds in order to achieve the goal of restricting their freedom.

If you don't know what's on that side of the horizon, you won't want to go to that side of the horizon.

The village chief said that the year 673 of the Gregorian calendar is more than 600 years old, and I think that this planet has existed for more than 600 years.

Tianchen Star, the headquarters of Tianchen Group.

Mo Tianyao rushed into the chairman's office in a panic, "She came back, but Mo Zhuyue didn't follow the clues we left to Tianchenxing, but went to the research base." ”

Mo Chen snorted coldly, "There is a way in heaven and she doesn't go, and there is no door in hell for her to break into, since she goes, don't think about coming out alive, act according to the plan, get what you should get, directly extinguish your mouth, and study the affairs of the base, you must not shake it out." ”

"Yes." Mo Tianyao was ordered to do it.

There was no hesitation in his tone.

The harvest festival is the biggest festival for the people in the village.

Every year before the wheat harvest, they celebrate with great fanfare.

In the open space of the field, bonfires, various foods, people sing and dance to celebrate the harvest.

Tong Li was clutching a handful of barbecue skewers, Song Nancheng and they were dancing in the crowd, and Mo Zhuyue sat in an audience and watched all this quietly.

Shen Fuwei held a glass of beer and sat down beside Mo Zhuyue.

The stars are shining overhead, and the fireworks in front of you are in the world.

Countless people are immersed in this carnival, celebrating the good weather and the peaceful people.

"There is nothing bad about a bumper harvest of food, no worries about food and clothing, and people's lives are calm and smooth."

Shen Fuwei took a sip of beer, frowned bitterly, and threw it on the table in disgust.

Mo Zhuyue raised her eyebrows, "Do you know what this scene reminds me of?" ”

"What?"

"Pigs in pens."

"Huh?" Shen Fuwei was inexplicable and looked at Mo Zhuyue.

Her gaze fell on the blazing bonfire, and her bright face shone brightly in the firelight.

But her expression was too indifferent, indifferent like a god who despised all beings.

"The farmer raises the pigs, gives them food, gives them drink, and does not need these pigs to do anything on weekdays, does not need to work, does not need to create profits, the only thing to do is to eat, sleep and sleep, and when the time is ripe, slaughter and send them to the table."

Shen Fuwei's eyes were heavy, like a cold winter night, "Then these farmers are really damned." ”

"We broke into his farm, and the farmer couldn't have been unaware of it, and he was about to do it."

As soon as Mo Zhuyue's words fell, the beer barrels stacked high behind him collapsed, and the frightened people around him retreated again and again.

Someone panicked and fell on the two of them, Shen Fuwei protected Mo Zhuyue behind him, but the crowd was chaotic, and they were not good at using spells in front of others, and the two followed the direction they fled and were squeezed out.

In the chaos, the barbecue stick in someone's hand accidentally scratched the back of Mo Zhuyue's hand, slightly breaking the skin, and drops of blood oozed out.

Seeing this, the man quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, they squeezed until I accidentally bumped into you, are you okay?" ”

Mo Zhuyue wiped the blood on the back of her hand, "It's okay." ”

The beer foam spread on the ground, and the village chief's face was anxious, and he stepped forward to urge, "It's time to clean up, and I'm about to start pleasing God." ”

God, please?

Mo Zhuyue asked the person who bumped into her next to her, "You still believe in God?" ”

The man said excitedly, "We believe in the god of grains here, and every year we hold a harvest festival to invite the gods, and the god of grains will appear, and then select some children to go to the sacred mountain to be prodigies." ”

Mo Zhuyue: !!

Shen Fuwei: !!

His face was full of incredulity, "Will it still appear?" Or choose a boy? Going to Mount Kinabalu? ”

The man was excited, "yes, yes, I don't know if I can be elected this year." ”

Shen Fuwei: "In previous years, did those who were selected as children come back after going to Shenshan?" ”

"Of course I won't come back, but to be a boy, who would want to go back to our mortal world."

Shen Fuwei: ...... Nima!

It's an interstellar era, and there are still people who are using the way of immortals to fool people, and the point is that these people really believe it.

It can be seen from this how important it is to break feudal superstitions and popularize knowledge.

"Groove!"

When Mo Zhuyue saw the statue pushed up, she was deeply speechless.

Under the pious gaze of the villagers, a huge ...... was pushed up Mecha?

Not a mecha to be exact, but a five-meter-tall metal statue, sitting cross-legged, with no facial features, and a smooth body from top to bottom, like a fake model in a clothing store.

This is a god, it is obviously a metal robot that is a product of technology.

The villagers were carrying out their so-called ritual of inviting the gods, and Song Nancheng, who had been having a lot of fun, came to Mo Zhuyue and a few people.

"Sect Master, isn't this just a broken robot? As long as they can worship this as a god, if they go to see the outside world, they must not be stupid. ”

Mo Zhuyue is also indescribable, and she doesn't know what to say.

The villagers chattered, and the village chief stood in front of the robot, folded his hands, and said reverently, "Please ask the old gods to choose this year's boy." ”

Everyone was praying silently, nervously waiting for the result.

Mo Zhuyue could hear it clearly, and the people around her were chanting.

"Pick me, choose me, choose me......"

The Sober Six: ......

Immediately after, the robot projected several divine rays of light and shone on the ten people.

The Chosen Six: ......

I knew those people couldn't wait to kill them.

(End of chapter)