Mythology Returns! Starting with Folklore and Strange Tales

Chapter 101 I have plenty of methods and strength

"boom!"

Bai Jingzu wasn't the only one who saw the sudden fall of the red cloud; everyone in Anhe Village who was outside noticed the flamboyant blood-red cloud overhead.

They benefited from secular appliance subsidies.

They also benefited from the trade in golden thread grass.

Although Anhe Village has only been out of the shadows for less than two years, it and the surrounding villages have long since escaped their days of poverty and ignorance.

Every household now has a color TV and a refrigerator. Technology has allowed this village, which originated in the late Qing Dynasty, to step out of its small plot of land and see the outside world.

But this is limited to home appliances and miscellaneous gadgets.

They dared not rebuild the house, nor dared to hire someone to pave the yard. They were extremely averse to any work that required outsiders to enter their home. So, although all the odds and ends in the house had been replaced with brand-new technological products, the outside remained dilapidated and rustic.

But this dilapidated scene did not last long.

With every household having a large amount of spare money, the mentality of suddenly becoming rich after being poor tormented them day and night, especially after seeing the prosperity of the outside world and all kinds of magnificent and extravagant objects on television. It was as if a thousand kittens were living in their hearts, making them extremely itchy.

What if you can't enjoy the hustle and bustle of the outside world?

Then learn it yourself!

You can always find a program you like by looking around on TV. Farmers may not be able to learn any elegant designs or unique styles, but they are not afraid of basic things. Moreover, what farmers are best at is their hands-on ability!

In just a few years, once Anhe Village has learned the techniques, it will be able to buy materials and renovate the village itself.

Of course, it's more likely that they'll wait until they've made enough money, then abandon this old village, take their wealth, and move somewhere else to become rich landlords.

After all, while golden thread grass is a source of wealth, it's not a business that can sustain you for a lifetime.

While gold and silver are desirable, for these ancient people who haven't yet broken free from their past habits, how much wealth is enough? Rather than living in guilt, they'd rather work hard for a decade or so, accumulating enough to support three or four generations of their family before fleeing far away.

He changed his appearance and became a kind and wealthy man, hoping to accumulate some good karma for his descendants so that they wouldn't suffer in the afterlife.

But there's always a gap between reality and imagination.

I don't know whose house was careless, but the hounds caught a whiff of it.

Although they had managed to push back the henchmen several times before, it cast a shadow over everyone's minds.

Families who originally planned to plant for several years have now shortened the timeframe, while those who stubbornly insisted on planting for a lifetime are now even less likely to make a fuss.

Everyone was rushing to plant medicinal herbs, collect money, and escape this unsettling place as soon as possible.

but.

But who could have imagined that the last time they drove away their henchmen would be the last?

Those who spend their free time watching TV are well aware of the government's methods.

As they watched this thing fall from the sky, although they were puzzled as to why its orange tail had turned red, the sight of it whistling as it plummeted from the heights stirred up the deepest fears in their hearts!

When the surrounding villages were thrown into chaos and filled with shouts because of this unusual sight.

The red cloud fell into Anhe Village.

boom!

In an instant, dust billowed up, and the loud noise was so terrifying that people could hardly stand.

But their trouser legs gradually became warm, and the dazzling light and heat still did not reach their tightly closed eyes.

It wasn't until the first person cautiously opened their eyes, looked at the familiar courtyard before them, and let out a long breath that they hurriedly went back inside to change their pants.

Bai Jingzu was bolder; he didn't need to change his pants, but he only hurriedly gave his wife a few words of advice before rushing out of the courtyard.

He wanted to see what kind of thing had caused such a commotion in the village!

He wasn't the only one with this idea.

After settling their families in Anhe Village and even several surrounding villages, the men from each household gathered in twos and threes and headed toward the place where the red cloud had fallen.

Before long, crowds of people gathered under the big locust tree in the village.

Bai Jingzu, who was farther from the locust tree and arrived later, frowned as he looked at the villagers standing in circles blocking his view, none of them speaking or moving. "What's wrong? Have they all been bewitched?"

He pushed through the crowd, walking forward with a few neighbors.

In the very center of the crowd, a handsome and sharp-looking young man dressed in a bright red robe stood with his arms crossed, looking at him with a half-smile.

At the boy's feet lay a pool of blood mixed with red and white flesh and bone, which emitted a nauseating rusty smell under the scorching sun.

What happened?

What's going on?

People from the imperial court?

Yes, it is only the people of the imperial court and their so-called citizens who carry this arrogant and domineering attitude!

But why? The previous times they all came from outside the village in those metal-bodied vehicles. To prevent them from breaking in again, they kept many lookouts at nearby intersections and high places. Why did they suddenly come from the sky this time...?

And the methods were so cruel!

Upon meeting, without asking or saying anything, they immediately started fighting!

Bai Jingzu roared hysterically in his heart. He wanted to question him, but the golden fabric floating on the boy's body shocked him. Looking at the fabric turning from under the boy's armpit, looking at the blurry but extremely ferocious beast head, the thousand words in his throat finally turned into weak legs, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Thump, thump!

The heavy footsteps approached from afar, until they reached him. The dazzling hem stopped swaying, and a whisper, as eerie as a demon's, came from above: "They're all stingy and don't want to help. Old man, could you please do me a favor?"

"You said... oh no, you gave your orders!"

Bai Jingzu, feeling terrified, did not expect that after he finished speaking, his arms would be grabbed and he would be helped up with a gentle but undeniable force.

Their eyes met, and looking at the old man who seemed like an ordinary farmer, Zhang Wei grinned: "I heard that you produce a kind of medicinal herb called Golden Silk Grass here. Could you take me to see how it grows?"

"I....

Crunch, crunch~

Before he could even utter a word, the hands that had been gently gripping his shoulders turned into iron clamps.

Accompanied by the mournful groan of bones, a blood-red hand emerged from behind his head and covered his mouth:

"Don't rush to refuse. Think it over. After all, I'm not like the previous patrolmen; I have plenty of methods and strength!"

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