It was more than thirty miles away from Shanglin Village, and they finished it in half a day. They also took turns carrying a wild boar about 400 kilograms. They only rested twice. How powerful this physique should be, which made Wang An couldn't help but admire him when he saw it.

Shanglin Village is located between a hill, with bushes, and these infusions grow lush branches and leaves, tall and thick, almost more than one meter; it seems that all the plants here grow very lush, and the aura that is filled with misty air in the air is almost six layers of wood aura.

Between the shrubs, wooden houses are looming, exuding an ancient and primitive smell; some of them are tall and spacious, and are all piled up with stones, surrounded by smooth yellow mud, and various strange animal bones are hung at the door.

Some yellow-faced and muscled children ran around the village. On the barren yellow soil, they occasionally saw large, skinny and dark buffalo chewing on the grass. Under the hills, a winding river flowed outward, and a child could return from the riverside from time to time.

The setting sun hangs on the treetops and gradually falls, reflecting on the entire village, coated with a layer of misty gold; the river surface is sparkling, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.

This is an ancient village isolated from the world, self-sufficient, like a paradise; it is quiet and comfortable, making people linger when they come here.

"This...this is your village! It's such a paradise." Wang An couldn't help but exclaim when he saw the village under the afterglow of the sunset, as if it was poetic and picturesque.

"Yes, our village is the most remote place in Luoyan Town. Few people come here all year round. Even if there are carriages, it takes at least a month to go back and forth to the town. So we hardly go out except for daily necessities." Liu Quan glanced at Wang An and said a little lonely.

*******

At this time, when the children running in the village saw Liu Quan and the others coming back, they rushed over barefootly, and a series of laughter floated in the evening breeze.

"Young clan leader, Brother Tietou, Brother Li, you are back!"

"Haha, this is a wild boar, what a big wild boar, you can eat meat!"

"Brother, who are you?"

More than a dozen children surrounded him and pointed at the wild boar carried by Tietou and Li Er. Some people swallowed from time to time; some looked at Wang An in curiosity and asked in a low voice who he was.

"Haha, little guys, hurry up and have a meal tonight!" Liu Quan looked at the kids with a smile, with a hint of relief in his eyes.

"Dad, mom, the young patriarch and Tietou brother caught a big wild boar and came back. We have meat to eat!"

"Wild boar, wild boar!"

A group of little kids jumped barefoot three times, muttering wild boars constantly, wanting to eat wild boar meat.

There were about one hundred households in Shanglin Village, three or four hundred people, sparsely distributed among the hills of several miles. As the group of children roared, the village was suddenly very lively, and men wearing animal skins and shirtless ran out. Some women, wearing animal skin jackets, stood on tiptoe and looked out from the door.

These people are very strange, with all kinds of strange patterns and strange patterns on their bodies; some people also wear thick necklaces carved from animal bones between their necks.

These people cheered and shouted that the young clan leader was mighty and danced strange dances, as if celebrating their harvest.

Soon two strong men came to help fight the wild boars and finally sent them to a house made of stones.

An old man with white hair seemed to hear the movement outside and walked out slowly with a crutch; the wrinkles on his face were like folds, layer by layer; but he was full of energy, and his wise eyes were still a little clear.

Immediately afterwards, a man who was somewhat similar to Liu Quan also walked out of the room. There was a very tall woman behind him, wearing some strange gems on her head, shining.

"Grandpa, dad, mom, the child is back!" Liu Quan strode forward and saluted the old man and the group of middle-aged couples.

“I’ve seen it long….”

Following the villagers behind them, they also stepped forward to salute and greet the old man. This person is Liu Zhong, the old patriarch who has been here for decades. He is fair and kind, and is deeply loved by the vast number of villagers.

Finally, Liu Quan took Wang An to see his grandfather and solemnly introduced that Wang An was a wanderer who was chased by wild animals in the mountains and fell into a mud pit, and was rescued by several of them.

After hearing Liu Quan's words, the old man's eyes burst into bright light and stared at Wang An in shock. All his eyes fell on Wang An.

Wang An was wearing a blue shirt and was indeed out of place with the villagers here, but this seemed not the reason why the old man kept staring at him.

Wang An looked at the other party with a smile, but said nothing.

*******

On that night, village chief Liu Zhong announced a bonfire dinner; this is the custom of Shanglin Village. Every time a large animal is caught, a party will be held, and hundreds of people in the village gather together.

Here, in addition to planting some grains, they will also collect wild fruits to eat; if they go into the mountains to hunt animals, then this is a meal for the whole village.

Although life is very difficult, the people here seem to be very satisfied, carefree, and everyone is kind and simple.

That night, about 500 people from all over the village gathered in an empty square.

Someone has already dissected the wild boar and coated it with various wild spices, and the wild boar's belly is also stuffed with salt spices.

Several people tied the wild boars of more than 400 kilograms to the tree shape, and a raging fire began to burn underneath.

The ground was covered with animal skins, filled with various wild fruits and home-made fruit wine; outside the square, several huge iron pots were cooking, stir-frying, or making millet porridge, which was fragrant and undispersed in the air.

Women, children, young and old laughed and were in a sea of ​​joy.

After drinking and eating, these people sang and danced, singing some strange songs, each of which seemed to be an ancient syllable, obscure and difficult to understand.

After the banquet, Wang An lived at Liu Quan's home.

When he was sitting cross-legged in the room, there were loud knocks outside the door. Wang An swept his mind and knew that it was Liu Zhong who was here.

"Haha, it's late at night, the village chief is visiting late at night, I wonder what's the point of doing?" Wang An opened the door and looked at Liu Zhong standing at the door, with a smile on his face.

"Haha, it's nothing, I just want to ask the young master for some things." Liu Zhong coughed dryly, forbidden to walk into Wang An's room, found a stool and sat on it.

"I'm not as bright as my eyes are still dark. I guess the young master is not a nearby person, nor is he a member of the fallen geese formation. If you have his aura, you must be the same type of person." Liu Zhong sighed in a low voice, looked at Wang An again, and said slowly. ()

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