I often mention that we, the Manchus, committed a heinous crime in the three-day massacre of Yangzhou in Jiading for ten days. (Pinshu￥￥)! We should be objective if we update the fastest. After all, I am not a history textbook, right? If I mention it like this, you believe it, and if you don’t, we don’t need to be serious.

The remaining population of the Baoan tribe is not large now, and even more than 10,000 people are mostly distributed in Gansu on both sides of the Yellow River. This tribe here lives almost isolated from the world. They lean on the bank of the Yellow River. Unlike other Baoan compatriots, they make a living by fishing, so they believe in the King of the Yellow River, just like the Han people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.

"I dare to promise you that the bride must be crying in the sedan chair." Na Xiu said.

"Haha...what does it mean? Since I married, I have known women more and more. What's the point? Is it a perspective?" Wushuang said to Na Xiu in dissatisfaction.

After a while, the eighth-lift sedan chair fell. There was an old locust tree in front of the place where the sweet boy fell. The old locust tree seemed to have been marked a few days ago, and a big word "happy" was marked on the tree with red paint.

Then an old man in his sixties came out of the bride-sending team. The old man looked very humble and probably the leader of this tribe.

He knelt down and kowtowed three times in the direction of the Yellow River, then stood up and held the tribute in both hands, and recited passionately. It was nothing more than offering the 135th brides to the great god of the River God to express our respect for you. I hope you will bless our tribe's land with peace and prosperity. Anyway, that's about it, because Wushuang and Na Xiu were too far away to hear clearly.

Na Xiu also carried a luggage on his back. Wushuang had already prepared many things that he usually used in his daily life, such as a black scarf covering his face. He opened his luggage and pulled out two of them. The two of them had a very tacit understanding, one tied to their faces, ready to attack at any time.

But then again, what if everyone in the sedan chair is willing to do it?

After the patriarch finished reciting the tribute, a servant behind him walked up with a large lacquer box in both hands. Then someone held a basin to help the old patriarch wash his hands. After drying his hands, the patriarch respectfully opened the large lacquer box and took out a steel pliers as thick as a finger from the box. The steel pliers were half a meter long.

"My goodness, how painful does that hurt? Tsk tsk tsk..." Wushuang smashed his mouth.

The curtain of the sedan chair was lifted open, and the sedan chair was pressed down. Logically speaking, the bride should have walked out with a squid cover on her head, and then sent it to her husband by the matchmaker's back. However, this is the rule of marriage for Han people, so I don't know whether it is applied to the security guards.

But the curtain had been lifted for a long time, and the bride inside still couldn't come out. Helplessly, she leaned in and pulled the bride out rudely.

Wushuang squinted his eyes and looked at it carefully, only regretting that he was not far-sighted, and wished he was holding a telescope in his hand.

"Well, what does the bride look like?" Wushuang asked anxiously.

"And, Brother Shuang, can you be more serious? Sister Cai Die is waiting for you at home! Is it okay to save others and take care of them? It's such a pretty girl." Na Xiu said.

For some reason, the bride had no red veil on her head. Her hair was neatly combed, and a piece of red juan was wrapped around her head. A pink flower was tied to the red silk ear, and there were several green ribbons underneath that hung all the way to the earlobe.

The eyes were sharper than Wushuang. He was just staring at the bride's every move. Wushuang said that, every nation has its own customs. If they were willing, they would not have to do anything more. They might not have saved their lives and would be grateful to you.

The bride is a very white and thin girl. She is not old and must not be more than 28 years old (Chinese people often say that she is in her 28 years old, but two 16 years old). The girl has a pair of bright big eyes, a small cherry mouth, and a slender melon-shaped face that sets her delicate facial features to the limit. Although she cannot be compared with stunning beauties like Blue Color Butterfly and Bai Su, she can be regarded as a delicate flower in this remote countryside.

The girl had no expression on her face and was coldly patriarch. There was no expectation, no resentment, and no emotion in her eyes.

"Mu Qing, kneel down!" the clan leader shouted.

"The name is quite nice, Mu Qing..." The passionate young master began to secretly yell again.

The girl did not resist, and resistance was futile, because her death was exchanged for the blessing of the Yellow River King to their tribe and the calmness of the land on both sides of the river. Not every girl was qualified to offer to the River God when she was sixteen, and she was lucky in a sense.

Mu Qing knelt on the ground expressionlessly.

"Worship!" a native person similar to the status of a ceremonial master shouted.

Mu Qing kowtowed to the old patriarch.

"Word to your parents!" the man shouted loudly again.

Mu Qing turned around and was an elderly woman behind the sedan chair. The old woman was already crying. The two young men on both sides supported her. Maybe she was not worried that the old lady would not be able to bear the pain of losing her daughter, but because she was worried that the old lady would go to save her daughter and destroy the sacrificial ceremony.

Mu Qing kowtowed to his mother again.

"It's so pitiful. I still don't resent my tribe and mother, which shows that this girl is very kind." Na Xiu said.

"I should bring a recorder with me next time." Wushuang said this without hesitation.

"Why?" That Xiu was puzzled.

"Record every word you say and let it go back and let it be for your wife Bai Su!" Wushuang said threateningly. This kid has been making fun of him recently, and he always said in his words that he was not dedicated enough. He finally seized the opportunity this time by Wushuang.

"Okay, okay, Brother Shuang, you are cruel enough! I can't speak anymore, right?" Na Xiu glared at him angrily.

"Be worshipped by the Dragon King of the Yellow River!" the man shouted again.

At this time, Mu Qing suddenly stood up and stopped kneeling, but instead looked at the patriarch. Although Wushuang was far away from Mu Qing's eyes at this moment, his intuition told him that this girl must have hated this ancient and cruel custom.

"Mu Qing! Kneel down quickly! Don't be rude to the Dragon King of the Yellow River. Don't break the rules of the tribe, otherwise the Dragon King will punish us!" The emcee shouted, slapped her and was about to hit her.
Chapter completed!