Chapter 149 The thief in the heart (1)

Seeing such a box of gold placed next to the statue, the crowd started to commotion.

There were a few people with sinister features and sneaky behavior, but before they could get close to the box, the guards guarding them kicked them out of the crowd.

It was only then that the restless crowd suddenly became quiet, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on them.

After the officers and soldiers finished singing the blackface, Song Lanyi dressed in a green skirt and walked out with a smile on her face to sing the whiteface.

"Dear fellow villagers, let's calm down and be patient for a moment."

Father and fellow countrymen?

This title is really new.

Some of these superior officials call them "untouchables", some call them "common people", but most of them... call them "hey".

It's like they don't deserve names.

Thinking back carefully, has anyone ever called them fellow villagers?

The originally noisy crowd gradually became quiet.

Song Lanyi picked up an ingot of gold from the box, with a smile on her lips, "Whoever can spit on the statue today, I will reward him with an ingot of gold!"

Oops!

The crowd was in an uproar!

Can you get an ingot of gold by spitting?

What is this person trying to do without any grievance or enmity?

Or do you have a lot of money at home and no place to burn it?

Everyone looked like they couldn't understand.

Only Zhu Xulin and others suddenly realized this.

There is a saying that it is easy to break the thief in the mountain, but it is difficult to break the thief in the heart.

The people's trust in ghosts and gods exists deep in their hearts.

To break this so-called belief, it is extremely difficult to just ban it from the outside world. Only by letting them break this awe of ghosts and gods from the inside is the real... breaking of the thief in the heart.

When Song Lanyi said these words, the scene was silent for a long time.

After a moment, an old man walked forward tremblingly on crutches, "Little girl, I advise you to stop as soon as possible."

The smile on Song Lanyi's face did not diminish, "Why did my husband say this?"

The father-in-law's face is crisscrossed with ravines, and between his fingernails there are yellow mud stains left by long-term work.

Hearing Song Lanyi's words, he smiled bitterly, "Little girl, you look like you have read a lot, but have you ever thought that farmers rely on the sky for their livelihood. What does the sky mean to farmers? It's a god or a fairy.

, is also the City God, the ghosts and gods of the underworld.”

As the old man spoke, the chatter among the crowd gradually began to become noisy.

Yes, the City God is not a human being, but a god, an immortal, and an official in the underworld.

How can such an existence be easily desecrated?

Niu Dali saw that the wind was going in the wrong direction, and became a little anxious for a moment, "You people are so unreasonable! What gods, what gods, there are no real gods in this world! If they are gods, why do they still accept incense from the mortal world?

?”

"That's because gods are here to save the world!"

Niu Dali's cheeks turned red with anger, and he raised his voice and said, "What about gods? There are tens of millions of people in the world, how can a few ghosts and gods save them?"

Some people in the crowd were dissatisfied, "Just because they knew they couldn't do something but they did it, that's what makes them valuable."

Niu Dali was so angry that he fell backwards.

He felt that these people were simply crazy.

How could those things be ghosts or gods? They were clearly skinned leeches and locusts, bent on sucking blood from these people, yet these people still regarded them as their idols.

It's simply unreasonable.

While the two parties were having a heated argument, the scholar who had been silent until now suddenly stepped forward and looked at Song Lanyi seriously, "I spit on the statue, can you really give me a piece of gold?"

"As long as you dare, of course I will."

The scholar gritted his teeth and took a deep look at Song Lanyi, "Okay! I hope you keep your word."

When he said this, the scholar actually did not have high expectations.

But he was really almost at the end of his rope.

Going to take the exam next year will require a lot of money, and my wife is still having trouble sitting still, so there is a risk of killing two people at any time.

He wanted to take his wife to the hospital regularly, but he was burdened with money all day long.

He had no choice but to keep his married wife.

So he needs money.

Even in the eyes of those wealthy and famous people, this money is nothing but pickled food that smells like copper.

Struggling repeatedly in his heart, the scholar walked up to the statue and looked at the tall gilded bronze statue. He closed his eyes subconsciously and spat directly on the bronze statue.

The crowd was in uproar again.

Or pointing, or cursing, or whispering.

But the scholar didn't care at all.

He just turned his head and looked straight at Song Lanyi with his dark eyes.

Song Lanyi did not disappoint him.

She picked up a piece of gold and threw it accurately into the scholar's arms.

The scholar looked at the sudden extra gold in his arms. He couldn't believe it at first, and then his whole body began to tremble.

This...this is actually true!

A seven-foot-tall man was holding an ingot of gold, his eyes were red, and there were even glimmers of crystals swirling in them.

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he turned back suddenly.

He spat at the statue three more times.

Then, he turned around and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand. He was quite embarrassed and said, "I vomited three more times, can you still give me?"

Song Lanyi immediately looked at him with admiration.

Okay, bro!

He actually mastered the magical power of pulling wool without any teacher.

She threw three more ingots of gold to the scholar.

The scholar held the gold in his arms and squatted on the ground without crying, hugging his knees, "Xiaoqian...Xiaoqian, you are saved!"

Hearing the name Xiaoqian, Song Lanyi looked strange for a moment.

She looked at the scholar and blurted out, "Brother, is your surname Ning Caichen?"

The scholar was stunned and said, "How could a girl know that? It's just that although my surname is Ning, I am famous as a minister, so I don't have a nickname."

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly gave Song Lanyi a fist, "I still have to thank you girl for today's matter. But Zhuo Jing can't delay it. If I have the opportunity in the future, I will try my best to repay you. I don't know her last name.

What’s the name?”

Song Lanyi saw this and returned the courtesy, "My surname is Song and my name is Lanyi."

"Song Lanyi...I remember, Miss Song, I will come to visit again in the future!"

In this hurry, Ning Chen always felt that the name Song Lanyi was a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while, so he could only put it in the back of his mind for the time being and think about it slowly when he was free.

In less than a moment, Ning Chen's back disappeared.

Song Lanyi always feels like she is being treated as a tool...

When she turned around again, the eyes of the people in the audience were completely different.

It's actually true!

This time, Mr. Guan and the others are not lying!

Compared with the older generation who are very secretive about ghosts and gods, the young people are more out of touch.

Before, they didn't speak out or were opposed to it because they weren't sure how much benefit it would bring.

But now it seems...this matter has great benefits.

There’s a lot to be done!

Today's first update
Chapter completed!