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After looking at Zhao Jianhui, Yang Yalan said in a low voice: "the wine in front of the mountain god statue will turn bloody at once. The master said that if we move our ancestors' grave and offend grandpa Mountain God, there will be a disaster of blood in the stockade, and all the people here will die."

"Oh? Can you worship the mountain god again tomorrow and let me see the instructions of the mountain god? There may be unexpected gains! " Zhao Jianhui said in a consultative tone.

Yang Yalan waved a middle-aged man of the same age and whispered in his ear for a while. The thin man looked at Zhao Jianhui with vulture like eyes and nodded helplessly.

"This is the great mage in our village. He said he would go back to divination before he could answer whether I could worship the mountain god." When the man left, Yang Yalan turned to Zhao Jianhui. Zhao Jianhui also called Lin Yan, who was watching the old lady dancing: "you're like Lin Yan. Director Xu and I live in the stockade today. Go to the mountain and stay in the countryside with Yang Ming for a night." Zhao Jianhui confessed to him in a low voice and asked him to call Yang Ming and Xiao Li to live in the village. Lin Yan nodded to understand and turned to walk outside the village.

The villagers were drinking their own rice wine and singing and dancing by the campfire. From time to time, someone came to propose a toast to Zhao Jianhui. Although this self brewed rice wine has a low degree, it still has a strong aftereffect. After a few kilograms of wine, Zhao Jianhui's face began to turn a little red.

"Secretary Zhao, are you here to mobilize our village to move?" Yang Yalan put down her wine bowl, leaned over, her lips almost touched Zhao Jianhui's ears, lowered her voice and asked.

Zhao Jianhui nodded and said, "I really mean it. I wonder if village head Yang can help?" Yang Yalan blushed slightly, glanced at Zhao Jianhui obliquely, twisted her body and asked, "do you really want me to help you?"

Zhao Jianhui said strangely, "otherwise what am I doing here?" Yang Yalan chuckled, reached out and grabbed his hand and stood up: "well, let's go dancing first. We'll talk about it later." Zhao Jianhui doesn't know what the rules are. Why does he think of dancing when he speaks well? However, his hand was tightly held by Yang Yalan, so he had to follow her and dance shoulder to shoulder with Yang Yalan in the open space surrounded by the so-called piles of "divine fire" lit by the people in the stockade.

Yalan in national costume shook her body wildly, and her long hair fluttered in the air.

Seeing her dancing, Zhao Jianhui couldn't help but be stunned. He couldn't see that the woman was nearly 40 years old. Her soft waist and dancing arms were a little inferior to even the little girls in the city, right? Yang Yalan saw Zhao Jianhui's eyes in a daze. She suddenly smiled and took two wild flowers from the side, one pinned on his chest and the other handed over to him. Her eyes seemed to signal Zhao Jianhui and put them on her like she put flowers on Zhao Jianhui.

Sitting not far from them, Xu Jinhong looked at Zhao Jianhui a little blankly. The look on her face was full of surprise and amazement. It seemed that she shouted something, but the voices and drums around her were noisy. Zhao Jianhui couldn't hear what she said at all.

When Zhao Jianhui put the flowers on Yang Yalan's chest, the villagers who were dancing around shouted "Oh roar". A group of people crowded around them and threw rice and petals on them. The other women who were still dancing danced more happily. Zhao Jianhui and Yang Yalan were lifted up by the crowd and sent to a thatched house.

When the crowd withdrew and closed the door, Zhao Jianhui, at a loss, looked at Yang Yalan with surprised eyes: "village head Yang, what's going on?"

Yang Yalan's face suddenly showed a girl like coy expression, lowered her head and said in a low voice: "we have a rule here. If a foreign man happens to be present at the Shenhuo festival every year, the leader of the tribe will give him flowers. If he accepts and inserts the flowers back into her, it means that the man also likes this woman very much. Two people are going to spend the night together. If this man gives flowers to another woman, that woman will become the new leader. "

Zhao Jianhui was stunned and said in his heart, what kind of shit rules is this? If I knew, I wouldn't bring you that flower even if I killed me“ Sorry, village head Yang, I really didn't know you still have this rule, but I really can't talk to you... Let's go out and make it clear with the villagers? "

"Yes, but..." Yang Yalan looked at Zhao Jianhui bitterly and said, "we also have a rule here. If the man doesn't live with the woman he wore flowers, it means that the woman will be thrown into the divine fire if she loses the face of the tribe."

"Ah?..." Why is there such a rule? Isn't that murder in disguise? It's against the law. However, Zhao Jianhui also knows that the habits and beliefs of some ethnic minorities are not only superstitious, but also incomprehensible.

Even the country is now turning a blind eye to some things in order to respect national habits. Say no at this time. It not only hurt the life of the woman in front of you, but also offended the whole village. But let yourself say yes, it's really difficult. Not because Yang Yalan is ugly, but because her identity is really not suitable for such a thing.

Zhao Jianhui was eager to think of a way in his mind. He didn't move. He only sat by the fire pond and smoked. Yang Yalan saw that he didn't respond for a long time and said wrongfully, "if it's a man, just say a word! I was so pregnant with Xiang'er at the beginning. That man was also a cadre. I didn't want to go to him again. If you're afraid of affecting your reputation as an official, I'll tell you clearly that we won't pull anyone after tonight. If Secretary Zhao dislikes my ugliness, I'll go out now and be laughed at by the villagers. It's a big deal that I can't pass the level of divine fire quenching and let the God of fire take me away. "

Yang Yalan said as she rushed to the door and stretched out her hand to open the door.

Zhao Jianhui grabbed Yang Yalan and shouted in a deep voice, "what are you doing? Do you want to die?" Yang Yalan said resentfully, "since you don't like me, waiting for me is a dead end, what do you say?" As she said this, she suddenly smiled, and then pressed her soft body tightly on Zhao Jianhui's body, put Zhao Jianhui against the back of the door panel, stared at Zhao Jianhui's handsome face closely, felt each other's tight breathing, and whispered, "have you figured it out? You want me, don't you? " Yang Yalan said, taking the initiative to send her face to Zhao Jianhui: "kiss me..."

Zhao Jianhui pushed Yang Yalan away and whispered, "sit down first and listen to me."

"Well, as long as you promise, you are my man. Of course, I will listen to you." Yang Yalan said softly, holding Zhao Jianhui's hand and sitting back on the thick grass mat by the fire pond, smiling like a 17-year-old girl: "what do you want to say?"

"I... I just want to ask you why your tribe doesn't want to move out of this mountain nest?" Zhao Jianhui has not come up with a way to persuade Yalan, so he can only hesitate to shift her focus.

Yang Yalan stretched out an arm to embrace Zhao Jianhui and whispered, "if there is a good place, who would like to nest in this poor mountain ditch? But where do you think we can move? Youdao is hard to leave. Young people don't want to come back when they go out. The old people don't want to leave when they are used to living here. Besides, our ancestral tombs are on the barren beach in the south. The living can walk. What about the dead? "

Zhao Jianhui leaned back a little and made the distance between himself and Yang Yalan farther: "the government will choose a suitable place for you. Don't worry about that. Even your ancestral tombs will be removed together, and a tall monument will be erected to the martyrs who died in the war, so that future generations will always remember their great achievements. Isn't it better than anything? "

"What shall we eat and drink when we move out? This land and water has nurtured us for decades. Besides, Grandpa Shanshen didn't agree with us to leave... "Yang Yalan twisted her ass to Zhao Jianhui again. It seemed that she was afraid of Zhao Jianhui retreating again, and one of her arms gently rested on Zhao Jianhui's shoulder.

"Don't do this. Let's talk for a while..." well, why is Grandpa Shanshen again? This almost made Zhao Jianhui speechless. Zhao Jianhui didn't know how to communicate with this woman who was passionate, hungry and superstitious.

"In fact, if you really want us to move out, there is no way." Yang Yalan whispered, raised her eyes and looked at Zhao Jianhui, smiled shyly, suddenly stretched out her mouth and kissed Zhao Jianhui's face: "as long as you live with me for one night, you are the leader of the stockade. As the leader, if you want to do anything in the stockade, as long as the reason is reasonable, everyone will not object."

"Even so, wouldn't your mountain god grandpa object? Don't the villagers still listen to Grandpa Shanshen? Even if I become the leader, what can I do if they obey grandpa Shanshen's words and don't go? " Zhao Jianhui was suddenly attacked by the woman's hot and soft lips and asked angrily.

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