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"Teacher Xu--"

"Ms. Xu is out of class?"

"Teacher Xu has worked hard, are you going to the ancestral hall now? It's raining, will Teacher Xu use my umbrella to go there together?"

Wang Ya stared blankly at the man in front of her and greeted him enthusiastically with a smile.

Lips move, each word is very clear, but I can't understand it together.

Teacher Xu?

After class?

Ancestral hall?

"You..." Wang Ya pointed at him, then at herself, "Are you talking to me?"

What is this place.

She glanced around, green tiles, white walls, bluestone slabs.

The landscape hasn't changed much. Looking at the path from her angle, it's a very familiar place.

This is Xujia Village.

But it's not Xujiacun.

Her eyes fell back to the man just now.

"Ms. Xu thinks I'm as funny as those kids?"

The man waved his hand, as if Wang Ya was joking, but he waved the rain on his sleeve.

"This damn weather, when will it stop raining?"

Wang Ya also looked up at the pattering rain.

The road surface was slippery, and there was a lot of water in the small river next to it. It seemed that it had been raining for a long time.

One year and four months.

It rained continuously for a year and four months.

Wang Ya didn't know why she knew it so clearly.

"Mr. Xu, are you going to the ancestral hall? If you don't, I'll leave first. It doesn't look good to be late."

The man scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed.

"Ancestral hall?"

Wang Ya didn't know this at all, so she responded, "I'll go..."

"Well, I thought Teacher Xu was in class, but I didn't know that the village head held a meeting today..."

While chattering, the man opened his umbrella and motioned for Wang Ya to go with him.

Wang Ya didn't know the way, she smiled gratefully, and opened an umbrella with the man.

Stepped into the rain and onto a path.

In the accumulated pool, Wang Ya saw her own reflection in the water.

Light blue slanted-breasted button-up top with dotted bell sleeves.

The lower body is a dark blue long skirt, which just covers the calf.

Wearing double braids, her face is young and beautiful.

It is the graceful beauty of a woman unique to Jiangnan water town, and it is also a face that I have never seen before.

Wang Ya was taciturn along the way, listening to the man named Xu Fu say something to herself, and occasionally responding.

From his words, we know that the ancestral hall meeting held only once a year in Xujia Village is held today for the second time this year.

For negotiation.

This time, it rained continuously for four months of the year.

And she also knew her identity, Xu Ying, the only college student in Xujia Village who came back from a big city to work as a teacher in her hometown.

Wang Ya didn't know why she turned into this Xu Ying when she woke up.

But the redness on the arm did not tell him that there was any painful pinch mark.

None of this is a real scene.

Fortunately, this is not the first time I have participated in the escape, and I still have some ability to accept some emergencies.

Many people in the ancestral hall have arrived.

Seeing Xu Ying and the two of them, he stopped on purpose.

Wherever Wang Ya walked, someone greeted her.

It seems that this rural teacher is really respected in Xujia Village.

She jumped over the crowd and came to the front. Several people stood side by side in front of the ancestral hall.

They were arguing fiercely about something.

It can be seen that they stood up from the stool to argue, and the scene was extremely exciting.

A girl who was also young was sitting on a chair and hadn't said anything.

"I disagree!"

The old-looking man waved his hand, "Look, it's been raining for a year, how can the neighbors have extra savings to repair that ruined temple?"

"Uncle!" A Wang Ya-looking face stood up.

There was helplessness and a wry smile on his face.

"We have nothing to do, but it's raining continuously, and if we drag it on, we will only starve to death. We don't want our children to be caught by wolves—"

"Now the bluestone bricks are slippery under the rain, and the neighbors can't go out, let alone do some work."

"Last month, Xu Er's family went fishing on an adventure and fell into the river. If it wasn't for Brother Guangzhi..."

Having said that, he sighed, and the following words are self-evident.

"Jiaxiang—"

The man called Uncle was also very silent.

"But praying to God and worshiping Buddha is only our last hope. What if it's useless? The neighbors don't have much savings, so how will they live in the future?"

"The water temple has been in disrepair for a long time, and now it is repaired rashly, and I don't know how much money it will cost!"

Wang Ya recognized the familiar face as the head of Xujia Village.

It was him when he was young.

She stood and watched among the villagers, and the people around her were also talking in low voices.

It should be because of the continuous rain, Xu Jiaxiang, as the village head, wants to rebuild the water temple, enshrine the water god and pray for heaven's grace.

But it was opposed by the elders.

"Otherwise—" The clan elder thought for a while, then hesitated and said, "That's it, just open the temple and make offerings, right? No more repairs."

After he finished speaking, he still asked for instructions, asking the girl who hadn't spoken all the time.

"Aunt Xu Zi, what do you think?"

A young girl sitting in a chair looks up.

Under his gaze, she shook her head slightly.

"In this way, open the temple and simply repair it." Xu Zi proposed a new idea, "Then we will build an altar in the temple, and invite living people to guide it, which can be regarded as a sincere offering."

"This--"

The crowd was in an uproar.

As if he couldn't believe what he heard.

In this era, it is not considered backward, but it is actually necessary to open a living altar.

"You! It's even more absurd..." Xu Shi, the elder of the clan, didn't say anything harsh because of Xu Zi's identity.

But he still shook his head and stood aside without speaking.

Xu Jiaxiang didn't stand on Xu Zi's side either, with a troubled expression on his face, "Auntie...this is against the law!"

Now it is a society ruled by law, living people open altars, what kind of words are spread?

Isn't Xujia Village's century-old reputation ruined?
"What are you thinking about?"

Xu Zi frowned, stood up with her hands behind her back.

With his back to the villagers, he looked at the portraits of his ancestors in Xujiacun's ancestral hall.

Lang Sheng explained: "After Pangu opened up the world, there are countless rumors about the water god, some of which benefit the world, and some of which cause trouble for the people—"

"But the origin of the floods among the people is the Gonggong family. After Gonggong angered Buzhou Mountain, the world was in chaos and flooded the world, so later generations will worship Gonggong as the water god."

"Gonggong's temperament is violent. Use a kind-hearted young girl with a gentle temperament and a peaceful horoscope as an introduction, open an altar, and invite a person with a horoscope to enshrine it, and it will be fine."

Xu Zi was speechless.

"Of course I know that human sacrifice is against the law. Looking at my wizard family, when has a living person been sacrificed?"

There was anger in her voice.

But turning around, he didn't get angry, but glanced around the villagers.

There were many young and beautiful faces among them. After scanning around, her eyes fell on Wang Ya.

In the crowd, Wang Ya met her eyes.

Hearing her ask in a good voice, "Xu Ying, are you willing?"

Enough for today~
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