The strong light shone on Wang Han's face, and Wang Han raised his hand to block the light.
Ximen Doudou picked up a wooden stick from the ground and was ready to start.
Wang Han smiled and explained, "We came from the city. When we heard about the temple fair here, we came."
"What are you doing in the middle of the night?"
The old man was wearing a gray-blue old suit that was very popular in the 1970s and was wearing a warm shirt.
He opened the door and grabbed the big yellow dog at home in his hand. The big yellow dog fiercely barked at Wang Han and the others.
The other dogs in the village barked wildly.
For a moment, the whole village was quarrel.
Some strong men in the distance came out to see the situation.
Wang Han explained, "We want to come and sing incense in advance!"
The old man then pressed the flashlight down, "Then what are you doing squatting here?"
"I came too early and I had no place to go."
The old man thought for a long time and opened the door, "Come in."
Ximen Doudou and others looked at Wang Han. Seeing someone coming out of the wall to observe, Wang Han took the lead and walked inside.
The old man limped into the old house.
The room was very dark, the TV was still on, and there was a war movie inside.
The room was very old and the things were thrown in a mess.
The old man poured a glass of water for Wang Han and his friends, "I'm from the temple. You follow me in the morning, and I'll take you to burn incense."
"thank you."
The old man sat down.
Wang Han's eyes turned and saw old photos hanging on the walls. Judging from the costumes on the photos, it seemed that they were still photos of joining the army before.
"Has the old man even been on the battlefield before?"
The old man picked up a bag of biscuits and put them over. He took a piece and took a bite. He sat down and looked at the photo, "Yes."
Wang Han calculated the time, so he said that this old man is in his eighties or nineties.
The old man's body looks very strong.
The guerrillas were playing on TV to kill the Japanese. The old man's eyes were like torch, and his chewing stopped. The muscles on his cheeks rolled, and his rough fists clenched tightly. At that moment, he felt that the old man wanted to rush into the TV and start killing.
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Wang Han took out a cigarette and lit a piece for the old man.
The old man took the cigarette and said, "The temple fair will last for three days. You will leave Shoulong Village in three days. Shoulong Village is more xenophobic."
Wang Han nodded and said okay.
According to Huang Feishu, the things will be obtained in three days.
There were also a few barking sounds from outside.
Wang Han gave a look to a subordinate.
Let it go and continue to stare at a strong man.
The subordinate stood up, "Old man, where is the toilet?"
"There!" the old man stood up and pointed at the corner.
"I'm a little scared by myself, who will accompany me?"
The old man raised his eyelids, "You are a big man, please beg!"
Wang Han kicked Ximen Doudou, and Ximen Doudou stood up, "I'm going to go to the bathroom, let's go together."
The old man just glanced at him and continued to eat the biscuits.
It was almost five o'clock at this time.
Older people feel that they are young, so they get up early. For example, those who have been soldiers before have gotten up early.
Wang Han held a cigarette in his mouth, took a biscuit and took a bite, "Old man, are you your surname?"
Unexpectedly, the old man didn't even talk to Wang Han, "I'll go open the door at six o'clock. You follow me and leave our village in three days."
Wang Han laughed, "Okay!"
The lights in the room were very dim, and the red cigarette butts reflected the old man's face covered with gullies. The old man watched TV with cigarettes in his arms.
It's almost six o'clock.
It's dawn.
Follow the original plan.
Just keep an eye on until six o'clock.
Ximen Doudou walked in and rubbed her arms. Although it was summer, the humidity in the middle of the night was still quite strong.
The old man glanced at his watch.
"Follow me!"
Two people were left to stare at the strong man, and Wang Han and Ximen Doudou followed the old man toward the Dragon King Temple.
This temple didn't seem to have been built for too long. On the broken stone tablet in the corner, the temple's renovation was also engraved with the last time and last time it was repaired.
The last time was in the 99th year, and the last time was in the 60th year.
It's been many years since this happened.
Ximen Doudou kowtows devoutly burning incense and kowtowing.
Wang Han looked around, and his eyes finally fixed on the sculpture of the Dragon King.
According to Wang Han’s past memory, many statues of gods were usually looking down, but the statue of the dragon king in front of him actually raised his head and looked in one direction.
"Don't look at it randomly!" The old man handed Wang Han three incense sticks.
Wang Han took it and lit it incense.
After leaving the temple, Wang Han saw that Huang Fei Rat and others had covered up all the traces and left quietly.
It was already half past six.
The old man picked up the broom to clean it, and Ximen Doudou ran over to help him.
"Hey hey hey? Can you hear it?"
The sound came from the village committee loudspeaker.
"Today I have a temple fair. The old and young men in the village get up early. Today, friends from other places will come to hear the news. We must improve our spiritual outlook in Sholong Village, so that people outside the country can't think that we are Sholong Village villagers.
I’m very lazy. This year, I paid out of my own pocket and invited a professional opera troupe. Let’s have a good temple fair this year! It’s lively and lively!”
tui!
The old man who was sweeping the floor suddenly spitted in the direction of the village committee.
"Spineless things! Do conscience-lost work with dirty money! You are not afraid of having a son without a cow!"
Wang Han put down the bucket, "What's wrong with him, old man?"
The old man snorted coldly, "It's all your business!"
Wang Han was not angry either and had a thick face to help with the work.
At almost seven o'clock, several people came, and the leader was a tall and thin man with a dark skin in his forties.
White shirt, suit pants, black leather shoes.
"Master Ma, it should be mine for the first incense stick this year?" the middle-aged man smiled.
This sound is exactly the same as the sound inside the loudspeaker just now.
The old man glanced at Wang Han and Ximen Doudou who were cleaning the sanitation, "Someone came early."
The middle-aged man looked over and found that he had two innocent faces, "Two friends are..."
"Those who come from the city are here to attend temple fairs."
The middle-aged man quickly stretched out his hand, "Welcome! Warm welcome! Our Shoulong Village welcomes you friends from other places to come to our place for a trip! Our Shoulong Village has beautiful mountains and rivers, and it is a great place to take a vacation!"
snort!
The old man who was sweeping the floor let out a cold snort.
The middle-aged man smiled.
"Master Ma, just let the young young man do this kind of work. Just rest. Come on, give me a broom, and you can rest."
Mr. Ma opened the middle-aged man's cigarette and took out a pack of inferior cigarettes from his pocket. "I can't use the brand-name cigarettes, so I can only smoke this local cigarette."
The middle-aged man stuffed the cigarette into his mouth, "Master Ma, you're boring. In just a few days, you have been shaking my face many times, and I haven't offended you."
"Zhang Quanliang, you are touching your conscience. Do you think the things you do are worthy of the old and young men in the village?"
"Master Ma, what do you mean? What did I do?" Zhang Quanliang held a cigarette in his mouth.
"What did you do? You colluded with foreigners and collected money from foreigners! Use the money given to you by foreigners and pretended to invite the opera troupe. Don't think I don't know, those foreigners are not good things,
The opera troupe is just doing bad things for them to hide their goals.
They all came for the treasures of Shoulong Village! I warn you Zhang Quanliang! Put away all your little thoughts, and no one can change the rules set by the ancestors of Shoulong Village!"