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Chapter 49 Ichidamura (2)

The girl snorted and said rudely: "Then you can't blame us. The reference pictures given are quite nice. What's wrong with this? It doesn't match the pictures either!"

Teacher Zhang turned around and glared at her, turned around and sat down: "If you don't want to come, then go back by yourself!"

The girl was so angry: "I can't express my opinion anymore? I came here because of your studio's good attitude. That's it after paying the money, right?"

"Okay, Su Qing," the boy sitting next to her tugged on her sleeve, "You're already here, why are you talking about this..."

Su Qing clicked her tongue and directed her anger at the boy: "Why are you so useless? Your girlfriend has been bullied like this. You don't even dare to fart. I want to break up with you!"

The boy looked around and looked at him, his face flushed, hesitating and speechless.

The mountain road was rugged, and the bus was swaying as it drove, looking at the scenery outside the window.

Along the way, the sky is as blue as blue, the mountains are stacked, and a reservoir in the distance comes into view.

The girl next to her saw Huo Ran looking and explained: "This is the Xiaoyao River Reservoir, built at the foot of Shitian Village. We are almost there."

Huo Ran turned to look at her.

The girl smiled, and the pear vortex loomed: "My name is Diying, hello."

Huo Ran: "Just call me Jianguo."

"Jian... Guo?" Di Ying's expression paused, "This name is really... quite good."

"Thank you for the compliment." Huo Ran responded casually.

From Di Ying's mouth, Huo Ran learned that all the people on this bus were going to Shitian Village.

There are students led by studio teachers, and there are also photographers who go to collect pictures.

Huo Ran looked at the camera in his backpack. He was a photographer.

[Ding dong, the ID card has been activated]

[Identity: Jianguo, a photographer who came to collect photos]

[Task: Take ten or more photos of Ichitamura related to intangible cultural heritage elements]

[Task time: It must be completed before the sun goes down tomorrow, and the next task will be released at that time]

[Special reminder: Please maintain your identity and profile, and do not actively expose the player's identity]

The car stopped.

Driver: "We've reached the entrance of the village. Get off here."

A group of people started to get their luggage and backpacks and got out of the car.

After seeing the village in front of me, my first impression was one of shock.

There is a tree at the head of the village that looks to have been there for hundreds of years. Part of the tree's roots are deeply sunk into the ground, and part of it is exposed. You can clearly see that the roots are wrapped in stone.

In front of you is Shitian Village. The houses in the village are well-proportioned. Hundreds of houses with architectural styles from the Ming and Qing Dynasties were built against the mountain.

Surrounded by mountains, the village is fronted by a river.

How can one describe the beautiful scenery?

Su Qing, who had been shouting gloomily on the bus, was excited and happy now. She pulled her boyfriend and said, "It's so beautiful. I traveled to Yunnan before, and the scenery here can rival the scenery there!"

Teacher Zhang silently rolled his eyes and greeted the students: "Okay, stop talking now and listen to me!"

"Everyone, follow me. Let's go to the village committee first to find the village party secretary. I've already contacted you by phone. Everyone, follow me!"

Fu You, wearing a baseball cap and mask, spoke as he passed by Huo Ran.

"The magnetic field in this place is very wrong, so be careful."

Huo Ran nodded and silently followed the team.

Among the twenty or so people on this bus, only myself and Diying were the photographers, and the others were all students who came to sketch.

NPCs and players are mixed together, and it is impossible to tell who is the player.

The group of people walked and looked around.

This village...

A little strange. Almost all the houses in the village run east-west, and most of the houses are three-story.

Houses are built extremely densely, with almost one house every two square meters.

Moreover, most of them are built based on the terrain and artificial foundations. It seems that they would rather spend several times the hard work to build the foundation than break away from the collective and look for nearby flat places to build houses.

In traditional Chinese Feng Shui, houses generally face north and south, especially in the north and central plains.

However, the houses in Shitian Village are either oriented east-west or diagonally, with no regard for the Feng Shui pattern. The doors and windows are opposite each other, and there is no taboo against crossing the hall.

The entire village can be described as chaotic and disorderly.

The villagers they met along the way paid their respects to the outsiders.

"Why do they always look at us..." Su Qing frowned, feeling a little uncomfortable all the time, "Whatever is good to see, they all have two eyes and one nose."

Her boyfriend was carrying two heavy suitcases and a large easel behind his back, sweating profusely.

"Maybe...it's because not many people in the village come to visit, so it looks a bit strange."

The group finally arrived at the village committee and found the village party secretary.

The village party secretary smoked a hand-rolled cigarette and looked at these people expressionlessly.

"Where to live? Let me think about it——"

His bronze, wrinkled face was almost the same color as the door. He suddenly remembered something and his fingers trembled: "Ah, yes... you go straight ahead from this road, and when you reach the big rock, turn left for the first time. Family, go and live there.”

Teacher Zhang handed over a cigarette: "Thank you very much."

Huo Ran and Di Ying were both photographers. They pooled some money and gave it to the village party secretary.

"Old man, we are photographers here to collect photos. Can you give us a place to stay? You can accept the money..."

The village party secretary was delighted when he saw Qian: "Zhong, you should live with them too! Live together, live together!"

……

……

When we arrived at the place where the village party secretary mentioned, it turned out to be a house facing north and south.

Teacher Zhang knocked on the door. It was unlocked and he pushed it open.

There was some dust in the room, and he choked and coughed.

"Eh? This is..."

There is a Taishi chair on the first floor.

"Oh, I'll go..." A student pushed Teacher Zhang away and headed straight for the teacher's chair.

He touched it and identified it carefully, and said in surprise: "This is something from the Ming Dynasty!"

Teacher Zhang was dubious: "Ming Dynasty? Are you sure there will be things from the Ming Dynasty here?"

"My family is a professional treasure appraiser. Can't you believe the look in my eyes?" Xiong Kui gave Teacher Zhang a look, "People in this village don't know what they are looking for..."

The students outside the door got impatient, so they poked their heads in and asked, "Can you come in?"

Teacher Zhang turned around and said, "You guys go put your luggage first and see how you will stay at night."

The house has three floors. There is no living room on the first floor, three rooms on the second floor, and two on the third floor.

Huo Ran and Di Ying were photographers, so they were assigned to the leftmost room on the third floor.

Counting the boys and Teacher Zhang, there were six people in total, crowded into the room at the end of the second floor.

The remaining dozen female students live in the two rooms on the right on the second floor and the rightmost room on the third floor.

The students upstairs were all packing their luggage, and Huo Ran remembered the task of taking photos of intangible cultural heritage elements.

She put on a pair of comfortable sneakers and went downstairs with her camera, preparing to take pictures of the Taishi Chair.

As soon as she reached the corner of the second floor, she suddenly smelled a sticky, damp smell of blood.

(End of this chapter)