Looking out, next to the two mountain villages, there are six or seven small temples, surrounded by traces of incense.

There is the largest one, with two large wooden doors open, which are just the same angle as the square long side. Through the door, you can see many colorful mud-tied wooden sculptures.

But in these temples, there is no local blessing and righteous god, and the names are also messy.

Looking at the momentum above it, it is not central and peaceful, and it is not even recognized by heaven and earth.

This kind of temple statue of the three-no temple is called "lewd sacrifice".

Those who eat their incense and vows do not know good or evil, nor do they have no merit to the people. They are often entrusted by treacherous people and deceive foolish men and women. Therefore, for the herdsmen and officials of the court, eliminating local lewd sacrifices has always been a commendable merit.

Unexpectedly, these two mountain villages seemed to have accumulated so many because they were located in remote areas.

However, in these small temples, I did not see the location of the "mountain master" in the previous conversation. Think about the conversation I just heard, it should be located in the place where these villagers need to rush over.

Just now, the little girl ran into the village and met another child and asked her: "Xiangyu Xiangyu, why don't you go dancing? Didn't you say it's very warm to dance on the steady snow pile?"

"I'm going back, I'll be hungry if I jump down."

The conversations between the villagers in the surrounding families also involve the family.

Simply put, it is not uncommon for the third time that Yang Laosan has passed away for many years and has always been in a mountain village where the premature death rate is always high.

Without the support of the family, Yang Laosan's wife also remarried and left her two daughters to foster at Yang Laosan's brothers' home.

As for the mountain owner, they asked the two villages to pay a tribute to a girl every year, otherwise it would cause disaster to the village. Otherwise, it would bless the place with good weather.

The villagers who have always had superstitious customs naturally believed that after the mountain master showed some magic power, they naturally believed that they would do everything.

Every time, the poorest, loneliest and most relied on the village, the girl was selected. This year's tribute is this little girl.

In order to pay tribute to the "mountain master", Shangshan Village and Xiashan Village agreed after discussion that the two villages would take turns to leave each year, and this year it was Xiashan Village.

At this time, the smoke from the cooking stove in the two villages was preparing dry food for the tribute team that was about to travel far. There was also firewood, and it was impossible to chop firewood on the road again. The mountain owner asked that he would go to the ground early tomorrow morning and spend the night in the mountains in winter. If there was not enough fuel, people would die.

Clothes for cold protection are also indispensable. This time, the tributes must be kept warm, and enough clothes can be used for bedding at night.

Fang Chang silently started the state of "why do you have to know each other when you meet" and walked towards the village.

The girl named Yang Xiangyu is returning home.

"Uncle, I'm back."

"Well, the time is up, we're ready to go."

"I see."

"Xiangyu, no wonder uncles about this incident. After my brother was gone, I originally wanted to raise you and betroth your family to make some money, but since it was our village's turn, it would be the best for you to tie her up after thinking about it."

Fang Chang walked gently into the family house.

But I saw that the girl had been tied to the ground by many flowers, but as a tribute, she did not suffer any more harsh treatment.

The villagers began to gather and prepare to set off. People who knew each other gathered together in groups of three or three, carrying dry food and firewood on their backs, and some liquor hung around their waists if they were qualified. Someone else walked out of the village and was sent to Shangshan Village to contact them and inform them to act together.

For a moment, the originally quiet village became noisy.

The journey of tribute is long and the physical strength is very high. Only adult men can enter this team, and women, girls, children and the elderly are not allowed. They are reminding their young people to pay attention to safety along the way, go and go back early, and don’t miss the time to make the mountain master angry.

The two mountain villages are not small in size, and this time there are quite a lot of people in the team.

Someone carried the slide rod and then walked into the Yang brothers' home together, took out the tribute this time, and tied it to the slide rod chair.

Because the mountain master thought that the girl was asking for it was probably for eating, the villagers would not give her tribute a few days in advance, but just feed her some sugar water to ensure a "better taste."

The team began to gradually walk out of the village, arranged in a messy manner, and walked towards the distant mountains.

There was also a team in Shangshan Village opposite, and the two teams gradually gathered together. The familiar people naturally gathered together, chatting while walking, talking about the harvest, trivial matters, and talking about this tribute. It was also easy and joyful.

Fang Chang touched the scabbard behind him and kept up quietly.

There are also older villagers in the team, who said to the young man who participated in this routine for the first time:

"The road is long, don't walk too fast on this road, save energy. The location you want to go is in the deepest part of the mountains, and the owner lives in a cave."

"Today I will go to Fengtoupo, where it is safe and the place is spacious. You can stay with us. Take a rest for a night, get up early tomorrow morning, and then you can get to the place after rushing for a while."

The young man asked curiously:

"Uncle Jiu, have you seen what the mountain master looks like?"

"How dare you look!" said the old qualified villager. "Besides, the cave owner doesn't come out to meet. Every time we shout at the entrance of the cave, and we throw the tributes into the entrance of the cave. However, the mountain owner is easy to talk to, and does not need to give extra tributes, and will not make things difficult for us."

Looking ahead with some confusion and yearning, the young man sighed:

"It sounds really good, I'll see it this time."

The mountain road is narrow and it is not fast to pass through. The team quickly becomes slender and winds among the mountains.

Fengtoupo is a good place to rest. As the evening approaches, the mountain people's team came here and then counts the number of people.

In fact, there is a word of mouth story in this place, which tells the origin of the name Fengtoupo. Often the elderly in the team will tell the younger generations to the bonfire, but Fang Chang didn't care about this.

The mountain people would calculate the consumption, light a large number of bonfires here, and camp on the ground. The blazing flames will withstand the cold night wind by taking advantage of the terrain. This time, most of the firewood they carried will be burned, and the rest will not be carried on, but piled up here, preparing to use it when they arrive here again at noon tomorrow.

Seeing that the villagers had taken out their own dry food, roasted it on the fire, used containers to melt snow and boiled water, and ate it with pickled vegetables, salted garlic and other foods, Fang Chang also got up, walked up to Gaogang next to him, and found a seat at the top to sit down, where he could look down at the crowd below.

The girl, who was a tribute, was placed in the warmest position together with the slider, and someone soaked the sugar brought by her in hot water and fed it to her.

The mountain wind is as cold as a knife.

Fang Chang untied the gourd at his waist, leaned against the top of the snow-covered hill, placed the Lingquan sword horizontally on his legs, and sipped two sips of sorghum wine from time to time.
Chapter completed!