Late at night, the nameless hamlet of Terracotta Village was peaceful.

It has been peaceful here for thousands of years, and the people here work at sunrise and rest at sunset.

It's quiet, it's quiet.

It's backward, but wonderful.

Zhou Feifei stabbed his sword into the last demon. The flames in the demon's eyes began to gradually extinguish, and the light on the body of the Seven Stars Liangyi Sword gradually dissipated.

Zhou Feifei They are too tired, although this ghost is not very strong, but there are so many of them. The mountains were full of ghosts, and they killed them all night.

Zhou Feifei drew his sword and lay on the ground.

Regardless of the rich dead air here.

"Do you usually kill ghosts by yourself?" Zhou Feifei asked.

He's asking the wide-mouthed.

"Or else?" said the broad-mouthed man very briefly. At this point, he leaned against a tombstone and put his knife beside him haphazardly.

"You are alone, how can you afford to eat?" Zhou Feifei was still puzzled.

"Ten days ago, the village chief married his daughter. Widemouth said.

The answer is not right, no wonder he is a village keeper.

Knowing that he didn't understand, Kuozui explained: "The fog on the yin side starts once every ten days, and when the fog rises, there will be ghosts haunting, I have to come to kill ghosts every ten days, ten days ago the village chief married his daughter, I was drunk and didn't come, fortunately, no ghosts went out that time, but if I didn't kill ghosts once, ghosts will accumulate more and more, and there may even be ghost kings." ”

"Ghost King, very powerful?"

"It's worth a hundred evil ghosts, I haven't seen it, but I've heard Uncle Chai say it. ”

I have to say, the people here really know how to come up with names.

"Uncle Chai, who is he?" Zhou Feifei asked.

"In our case, to make firewood is to chop firewood. He was the last village keeper, that is, my master, who saved me after my house was burned down. ”

"Oh~ I see. Zhou Feifei nodded.

By the way, according to what you said before, shouldn't people be buried in the shade after they die?

"Mine. Widemouth said.

"Yours?"

"Because of the five disadvantages and three deficiencies, and the perennial access to lifeless places, the village guards generally do not live long, at most to the age of 30, and I also prepared early. How's it going, Feng Shui, okay?"

"Good...... That's nice. Zhou Feifei smiled.

"I've got to find the next village watchman, too. Wide-mouthed whispered.

......

Zhang Deli, the head of Chitu Village, got up before dawn.

Most of the people in Chitu Village have the surname Wang, and only a few people use other surnames. And he just used another family's surname, the surname Zhang.

He fled here with a large group of people, and the countryside was kind and did not exclude them. Zhang Deli is kind, down-to-earth, and literate, so he was elected as the village chief ten years ago.

He is in his 60s this year, and when he was 40 years old, he got married, ended the first half of his wandering life, married his wife was the mother-in-law of Chitu Village, and his daughter also married in Chitu Village.

He has the strongest affection for the terracotta village.

He is going to the market today to sell the green peppers grown in his own land.

In those days when supplies were not very abundant, green chili peppers were a very good condiment. But not everyone grows, you can't eat if you plant more, and you can't eat enough if you plant less.

In Mudi Township, where Chitu Village is located, even when it was communalized, the matter of rushing to the market was never left out in the cold.

Catching the market is the most important day here. On that day, elementary and junior high school students in the township had to arrive at school long in advance, and after eight o'clock, the whole street would be filled with people.

With the help of his wife, Zhang Deli packed his things - two snakeskin bags of green chili peppers and a flat pole. Wobbly preparing to go out.

But at this moment, someone at the door shouted at the village chief in the local dialect, and knocked on his wooden door as he shouted.

Listen to the voice, it is the voice of Shi Nizi in the village.

Shi Nizi is a man, and rural women often call "Ni'er, Ni'er!" in order to show their love for their son.

Maybe when you use Mandarin, you call a person's name, but when you use local dialect, there are always so many strange nicknames.

Wide-mouthed, Shi Nizi, pig man, etc., of course, there are some more vulgar nicknames, which I won't list here.

"What are you doing?" said the village chief, opening the door.

"Old ...... Lao Tuo, there are a few outsiders at the entrance of the village. Shi Nizi said. Lao Tuo is the nickname of the village chief.

"Stranger or outlander?" the village elder was puzzled.

"Foreigner, foreigner, it seems, yes, it is from the famine. Shi Nizi added.

"Fleeing the famine?

"Oh, that's the kind of escape!" Shi Nizi said.

Lao Tuo seemed to understand, and saw that he quickly put down the flat burden and walked over with him.

The strangers were in the commune cafeteria at this time.

That vigorous movement has long passed, leaving only a particularly large canteen, which is completely owned by the public, that is, the big guys, and no one usually comes here, and every year before the spring ploughing, the big guys get together some money, invite people to sing, or show movies.

At this time, in the cafeteria, except for Zhou Feifei and them, there was only one woman, that is, Shi Nizi's wife. Shi Nizi's original name was Zheng Shisheng, and she and her wife also fled, so like Lao Tuo, she was very attentive to the people who fled here.

The biggest problem in front of Zhou Feifei and them is the issue of identity. In this era, the Second Era of the End of the Dharma has just passed, and there are few disciples from various monastic sects, let alone guides.

At this time, the natural disaster has long passed, and although the people's lives are not rich, they are not reduced to the point of fleeing the famine. If they say that they are fleeing the famine, it is estimated that no one will believe them.

So after getting acquainted with Broadmouth last night, Broadmouth thought of a solution for them.

The village chief and Shi Nizi entered the door together. The village chief first carefully looked at everyone.

Wangcai, Shengli and Ah Tang all hid with peace, and at this time, only Zhou Feifei and the three of them stood in front of the village elder Tuo, and the two of them were men and women, whether they were faces or clothes, they all transformed into the appearance of this era.

Midsummer is military pants with checked shirts, and Zhou Feifei and Su Renshan are overalls. It is shabby, a little dirty, and looks a little embarrassed and dusty.

Of course, these are just illusions, and they won't last long.

Zhou Feifei saw that the village chief was finally here, and stepped forward with a bitter face.

"You...... Are you the village chief?" Zhou Feifei asked.

In terms of acting skills, Zhou Feifei is not bad.

At this time, his eyes were full of tears, his eyes were full of hope, his weather-beaten face showed grief, and he seemed to see an expression of hope, and he was stretching out his hand, hoping to shake the village chief.

The village chief hurriedly stepped forward, his eyes full of compassion, and quickly asked, "Child, what's wrong?"

The village chief's Mandarin is mixed with the local vernacular, eager, and gentle.

In fact, Zhou Feifei really didn't want to deceive such a simple person, but he couldn't help himself.

"Village chief, I'm sorry. Zhou Feifei thought secretly.