prisoner in the door

By kneeling like this, these people seemed to agree with what Mo Zhenzhen said. Mo Zhenzhen did not give the village chief a chance to explain, and walked back quickly, talking as he walked.

"Village chief, don't worry. I will prepare the pig head and send it to the ancestors. The ancestors are all kind and will definitely not argue with you."

When she walked to the pig's head placed on the wooden pier, Mo Zhenzhen said as if she had just remembered something.

"Oh, we have nothing at home, not even a pot, this pig head..."

Mo Zhenzhen went to see the village chief. The village chief was so angry with her that he could not accept her words.

So Mo Zhenzhen waited for three seconds, then looked very disappointed and sighed.

"Village Chief, you can't do this. Our ancestors are existences that we need to worship and respect. Without their hard work, we would not exist... Village Chief, you are too thoughtful now... Now you can't even cook the pig's head and then enshrine it. You don't want to do anything. If you treat your ancestors so slowly, how can your ancestors forgive you?"

The village chief has lived for most of his life and has never seen what it means to be eloquent. Now he has seen it and deeply realized what words can kill.

The village chief took several deep breaths (he was old, most ancient people still paid attention to reputation, and had low psychological endurance, so he really couldn't bear such stimulation), and his brain was congested and could not move.

As for Mo Zhenzhen, she looked at those people who were kneeling on the ground begging for forgiveness from their ancestors, with a questioning look in their eyes, as if asking them if they needed to atone for their sins from their ancestors.

There were many people kneeling down, so there was always someone who could receive the signal sent out by Mo Zhenzhen. Even if not, it didn't matter, she could ask.

And this was Mo Zhenzhen's last straw, the village chief's last straw.

Someone hurriedly got up and recognized the guy, and then took the pig's head away with fear. The people who were still kneeling on the ground also reacted.

Some people said they wanted to get firewood, some said they still had spices passed down from their ancestors at home (spice/seasonings were very expensive in this era), and some said they wanted to get salt...

Anyway, everyone was talking and everyone dispersed, and the village chief's last chance to restore his reputation was gone.

With the departure of the pig head, the village chief's reputation as "Forgetting the Ancestor" has been confirmed.

Ancestral beliefs are a double-edged sword. Village chiefs and clan elders can use filial piety (part of ancestral beliefs) to suppress people and make villagers listen to them, rationalizing all plunder.

At the same time, this knife can also be used to cut on their bodies, making them bear the "guilt" and become an existence despised by everyone.

Mo Zhenzhen finally smiled at the village chief. Her smile was still so decent, but it made the village chief's back instantly go cold, and the blood on his face suddenly disappeared.

His eyes widened, as if he hadn't reacted until this moment, and he paced unsteadily to catch up with the leaving villagers.

Mo Zhenzhen just looked at it, but sighed in her heart.

Still not smart enough to see the fact that the situation is over and there is no point in trying to catch up.

At this time, if he is smart enough, he should take out the money, and then ask his children and grandchildren to go to the city to buy some good offerings. It is best to put the things on the table before the pig head is presented, and then repent piously in front of the villagers. This will be most embarrassing. took the position of village chief.

If he doesn't do this, he will lose his reputation as the village chief. It's up to him how long he can live.

Words are like knives, especially when everyone has made a mistake. At this time, these people urgently need to find a 'culprit'. If a pig's head is offered, then those who offer the pig's head are those who have reformed and been forgiven by their ancestors. , they can stand on the "moral high ground" to belittle others, and the village chief is a good target.

And those who have not yet 'atoneed' need a 'culprit' to reduce their culpability. This is the inevitable development brought about by 'collective panic'.After saying this, Mo Zhenzhen gave up, smiled at her two younger brothers, and then told them that she was going out and asked them to take care of the house before leaving.

The new house has just been built and has not yet dried out. It is a bit cold overall. Someone needs to light a fire at home to diffuse the moisture.

Mo Zhenzhen took advantage of this time to go to the city and buy some pots and pans, especially bedding, which was indispensable.

It was already dark when she rushed back, but the village was brightly lit.

She returned home, but Mo Mingzheng was not at home, leaving only the younger Mo Mingfu lighting the fire at home.

As soon as Mo Zhenzhen arrived at the entrance of the hospital, Mo Mingfu heard the noise and ran out to see what was going on. When he found out it was his sister, he quickly ran over and first went to get the big iron pot that Mo Zhenzhen was carrying on her back.

"Sister, I'll get it!"

The child was not even taller than her chest, a skinny little one, and there was no way he could carry this thing.

So Mo Zhenzhen gave him the things she was carrying and asked him to take them into the house first, and then took off the big iron pot on her back.

This big iron pot was a second-hand big iron pot. Mo Zhenzhen's luck was also very unique. When she went to buy pots and pans, she met a person who said he was selling pots and pans.

Mo Zhenzhen didn't want the three bowls and pans, but the pot looked okay to Mo Zhenzhen. The most important thing was that the pot was sold cheaply, only half the price of a new pot. The thing that kept the price low was that the pot had been repaired. of.

In fact, Mo Zhenzhen could tell that the person selling the things was not a serious person, and these things might be stolen goods.

But knowing it, Mo Zhenzhen still liked the fact that it was cheap.

After all, at this time, she really couldn't find any reason to take out money without being suspected.

A pair of silver bracelets can be said to be a dowry, and some scattered silver dimes (small things like silver melon seeds and silver gourds) can be said to be the personal silver given to her by her father (these look like gifts from a wealthy family).

But no matter how much more it is, it won’t make sense.

Of course, her approach now actually has hidden dangers, but the Mo family is a wealthy family. If she can do something about this strange thing, the Mo family can take care of it for her.

Mo Zhenzhen never thought about what would happen if someone caught her pigtails before she did anything, because she was sure that such a thing would not happen.

Put down the big iron pot, which was wrapped tightly with paper and then tied with a rope, including bowls, chopsticks, pans and a casserole.

Everything was new. When Mo Mingfu came over and saw it, his eyes lit up twice. He knelt down and touched it, and his tone became even more cheerful.

"Sister!" After a while, he called again "Sister!"

Mo Zhenzhen responded with a smile this time, and Mo Mingfu looked even happier after receiving the response.

So cute (Mo Zhenzhen thought in her heart).

Letting Mo Mingfu be happy, Mo Zhenzhen stood up straight and looked towards the place where the firelight gathered in the village. She knew what was happening there without asking, so she didn't ask.