Seeing that what the fat man said was not unreasonable, I took the fat man Wang Yuanchao out of the thatched house together.

We first knocked on the door of the old man's house next door, but there was no one at all. Then we walked along the street. The village was desolate and cold along the way, with no pedestrians. Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow the leaves under our feet.

When we reached the entrance of the village, we saw hundreds of living people, men, women, old and young, all lying lazily under the old locust trees at the entrance of the village, basking in the sun leisurely.

Wang Yuanchao and I looked at each other and said nothing.

Although I have never been to the countryside very often, I know that it is the best season for crops to grow. Why are the men, women, and children in this village not working, but all here basking in the sun?

The fat man grinned widely: "Hey, let me go, Tinker Bell, the fat man originally thought that he was lazy enough, but now he has finally found his confidence! These villagers are really good. No wonder what we saw last night

The rice fields will be so abandoned, and in their state, no matter how good the crops are, they will die."

I ignored the fat man, walked up to a middle-aged villager and asked, "Fellow, don't you want to work?"

The middle-aged villager yawned tiredly and turned his head without even looking at us.

I was about to ask another villager, but before I opened my mouth, I found that the man also turned his head away, as if he didn't want to pay attention to me.

Several times in a row, these villagers treated us as if we were transparent air, lying under the trees to bask in the sun.

Finally, Wang Yuanchao pulled me: "Dingdang, take a closer look at the ears of these villagers!"

I nodded and lowered my voice and said, "I counted them and almost all of them are missing an ear."

The fat man also murmured curiously: "Hey! That's so fucking weird. You said these people are so lazy. Why do they all have dark circles under their eyes, as if they haven't slept for days and nights? Damn it, Fatty.

I really can’t understand it.”

I don't understand why this is. Logically speaking, country people don't have nightlife, unlike big cities where people live like crazy and have a lot of fun, so they shouldn't be short of sleep.

Why are all the eye circles black?

And they couldn't help but yawn. Could it be that these villagers had some strange disease?

Just when I was thinking wildly, Fatty's stomach growled unsatisfactorily.

Seeing me giving him a fierce look, the fat man quickly explained: "You can't blame me for this. Didn't Chairman Mao say that? People are like iron rice and steel. If you don't eat one meal, you will starve. We have been hungry since yesterday.

There’s nothing to eat, and Fatty really can’t bear it anymore…”

Only then did I realize that no one had eaten, so I searched among the villagers, and then came to the old man who took us in last night. I smiled and said hello: "Old man, where can we eat in the village? We

You can buy it with money.”

Unexpectedly, the old man just huddled up in his military cotton-padded jacket and ignored us.

Finally, he became impatient and took out a key from his pocket and gave it to me, saying that he had rice at home and wanted to make his own food.

I have never seen such a lazy person. He would rather give me the key than walk for a few minutes. I was speechless for a while.

The fat man did not believe in evil and took out a thousand yuan to offer a reward among the villagers, but no one looked up at us.

The three of us had no choice but to go back and prepare to make a fire to cook.

As soon as I left the crowd, someone suddenly grabbed me sneakily!

I looked back and saw that the person who was dragging me was a shabby man. He was wearing a good summer coat, with holes all over his body. His face was dirty, and his mouth was full of big yellow teeth. He hadn't taken a shower in I don't know how many days.

The most special thing is that both his left and right ears are missing, so I asked, "Do you have a problem with me?"

At this time, the fat man interjected: "He has both ears gone. How can he still hear you?"

"He is not congenitally deaf, he just lacks the outer ears. His hearing is not as good as before, but it is not like he can't hear anything." I said.

Sure enough, that lazy man could hear me.

He glanced at the crowd pretending to be mysterious, then lowered his voice and came up to us and said, "Do you want to have a big dinner?"

"Big dinner?" When the fat man heard this, he immediately couldn't laugh or cry, and said with a look of disdain: "In this wretched place like yours, you can't even find anything to fill your stomach, so what kind of delicacies can you get?"

"Delicacies from mountains and seas are nothing! Our village has the best delicacy in the world, as long as each of you can come up with it..."

Before Lai Han finished speaking, he saw an older villager picking up a stick and hitting the lazy man several times, and cursed viciously: "Little Sanzi, are you crazy? This kind of thing

You dare to talk nonsense to outsiders."

After saying that, he lashed out with the stick again, causing the lazy man's back to drip with blood and the skin to crack.

Even the three of us outsiders felt panicked when they saw it, but Laihan acted like nothing was wrong and sat back down under the old locust tree with a playful smile.

Originally, we wanted to ask Lai Han what he called the best delicacy in the world. Unexpectedly, we were disturbed by the villagers, so we had to go to the old man's house to prepare dinner.

We searched around the kitchen and found that there was indeed rice, but the rice was infested with insects and had a musty smell that was inedible.

The fat man suggested waiting for the old man to come back and ask him where he could find good rice. I saw that I had no other choice but to wait.

But the three of us have been waiting for several hours, but we haven’t seen the old man come back, and not a single household in Zuoer Village has smoke rising from the kitchen. It’s strange, don’t people in this village eat? Is there something wrong?

What's going on?

Just when we were discussing going to the village entrance to have a look, we found that the villagers began to come back one after another.

All of them had dull eyes, dragged their tired bodies, and hung out their tongues, standing in a long queue like zombies.

I asked Wang Yuanchao to look at his watch. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening. It seemed that he could no longer eat. The fat man was so angry that he cursed his mother.

Originally, we wanted to ask the old man why he came back so late. Unexpectedly, after the old man came back, he went into the room and fell asleep with an unusually satisfied expression on his face, and his saliva was all over the bed sheet.

Not only did the old man have such an expression, but other people who came back from the village were also licking their tongues greedily, as if they were savoring some delicious food, without even noticing the drool dripping.

The fat man cursed loudly: "These grandsons must have had a good dinner together. Damn, they are so stingy! They didn't even call me Fatty. It's not like we didn't pay them."

"Money doesn't work here." I quickly raised my middle finger and made a 'shh' gesture to the fat man, telling him to keep his voice down. Then I pointed at the mouths of the villagers and said, "Have you noticed? When we come back, their

My lips all turned bright red! It was thicker than lipstick.”

The fat man didn't pay attention at first, but when I reminded him like this, he immediately exclaimed: "Damn it, that's not true! Why are these villagers' mouths so red? Damn, they are so permeable, they are just like the actors who sing about the dead."

The dead man's play in Fatty's words refers to the local opera troupe and song and dance troupe being invited to perform during funerals in rural areas. This unique funeral method can be found all over the country and is not uncommon.

If you invite a theater troupe, they will sing "Bao Gong Trial" and "Yang Guifei".

If you invite a girl from a song and dance troupe, she will put on heavy makeup and perform a striptease to attract many people to watch. This will make the family holding the funeral feel very proud.

However, I didn’t see any funeral in the village today? Not even the sound of firecrackers or mourning music.

What's more, even if there is a death play, only the actors and actresses put on makeup. How can the whole village follow suit?
Chapter completed!