We Monsters Are Not Allowed to Be Single

Can hear their worries and complaints clearly. He got a lot of information from these complaints.

This paper-man world is Hejia Village. It was about May or June when the rice in the field had just grown tall, but the sky was raining continuously. The heavy rain has lasted for half a month, the water level in the river has skyrocketed, and the water in the fields cannot be pumped out. If it goes down like this, the rice in the fields will be drowned.

Facing the loess and back to the sky, the farmers live on the rice in the fields every year. The rice drowned, and their hopes for the year were lost.

Therefore, every family has hung up the sweeping lady, hoping that the rainstorm will stop soon.

But God did not hear their pleading voice. Jiang Rian saw a tall male paper man stumbled over. He even fell because of slippery feet, but he didn't care about screaming for pain. He ran in the village like crazy again, yelling as he ran: " The big river is about to break its dyke, the big river is about to break its dyke!"

All the closed doors were opened, and paper figures, large and small, ran out of the house, their bodies wetted by the rain, but they didn’t realize it. The expressions on their flat faces were extremely vivid, full of living talents. Anxiety and fear.

Everyone gathered in the open space in the rain. The elderly village chief stood tremblingly on crutches. He slammed the crutches hard and said loudly: "Men bring the guys, follow me to the embankment!"

So a group of male paper men went home and took all kinds of farm tools, hula la and followed the village chief to the embankment.

Jiang Ran saw a thin and tall paper man in the mixed crowd. He was completely different from other paper men. Even if he was holding farm tools, his back was straight.

The men had been busy all day and night by the river, loading sand and plugging the gap...Everyone worked day and night, and finally closed the gap that was about to break the embankment.

The thin paper body was mixed with rain and sand, but they did not fall down, and they dragged back home tiredly.

Jiang Ran followed the thin and tall paper man and followed him back home.

The thin and tall paper man's home is at the end of the village. Compared with other houses close to each other, this family is a little far away, standing alone on the edge of the village.

But soon the mother and daughter, one young and one young, broke the solitary atmosphere. They opened the door and welcomed the paper man into the house with a cheerful smile on their faces.

Especially the little paper man, she has a round face, big eyes, and two lovely blushes on her cheeks. Seeing the man coming home smiled happily, he called "Daddy" in a crisp voice.

The male paper man laughed, as if his exhaustion was wiped out. He picked up the little paper man, and a family of three entered the house.

The face of the little paper man he was holding was buried in his father's neck, but he suddenly raised his face when closing the door. His dark and round eyes looked at Jiang Rian, the corners of his bent mouth were flattened and straightened, and there was a gloomy resentment in his eyes. .

——In this village, no one else can see Jiang Ran.

Jiang Ran didn't stop because of this, he looked over again one after another.

The rain outside has never stopped, as if it will never stop. But on such a weary night, a succession of houses quietly opened the door, and then families of paper people walked out and silently went to the largest house in the village.

That is the village chief's house.

Jiang Ran counted the number of people he had counted. Almost all the strong adults in the village arrived.

Except for the thin and tall man's family, their family seemed to be isolated by this village. @∞好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

The elderly village chief was still on crutches, but at this time he did not appear old, but carefully closed the door, and then announced something that horrified everyone.

"The gap in the river embankment can only be closed for two days at most, and it will soon be washed away again, and we can't stop it at all."

All the paper people showed horrified expressions.

The village chief pointed to the sky and continued: "This rain has been raining for more than ten days. This is the rain **** who is angry. We must find a way to calm the rain god's anger before the rain can stop. Otherwise, if it continues like this, we will all Can't live."

Someone murmured: "Is it a sacrifice to the rain god?"

The village chief’s flat face became wrinkled, but his eyes were filled with strange light: “Yes, you have to try it, otherwise the big guys will have nowhere to survive.”

"But where did the sacrifice come from?"

Someone asked another question, which seemed very scary. All the paper people closed their mouths and looked around nervously.

Jiang Ran's calm expression finally gradually sank.

The village chief said: "There is a girl raising hand in the house."

The paper people present looked at each other, but no one moved.

They couldn't be more clear about what it meant to sacrifice to the Rain God.

There was a custom to worship the rain **** in the village long ago. Before the founding of the People’s Republic of China, every year when the rainy season came, Hejiacun would worship the rain god, praying for a good weather and a good harvest this year. Legend has it that the rain **** likes beautiful girls, so every year when the rain **** is worshipped, the best-looking girl from the village of eight to fifteen years old will be selected as a sacrifice to the rain god.

The tradition of worshiping the rain **** continued for many years, and the girl who was dedicated to the rain **** gradually had a nice name, called Sau Qing Niang.

The people in the village believed that the girls who were dedicated to the rain **** also became gods. They became sweeping women, and they were the servants of the rain god. Therefore, whenever it rains, the villagers hang Sau Qingniang's paper-cuts upside down under the window or under the eaves, so that Sau Qingniang will hear the prayers of her relatives and ask the rain **** to stop the heavy rain and let the sky clear.

The ancestors of Hejiacun are convinced of this for generations. Only after the establishment of Xinhua State, their tradition was forced to break.

The worship of the rain **** has not been held for many years.

Now I suddenly heard that the village chief said that he would sacrifice to the rain god, and no one wanted to let the girl in the family be a sacrifice.

Times are changing, and people's thinking is also changing. Become more sober, but also more selfish.

Some are silent, some hesitate, and some seem to have made up their minds.

The village chief looked around, pushed the crutches hard, and cursed: "You don't want to live anymore? If you don't sacrifice to the rain god, what if the river bursts its bank? What about this year's harvest?"

A tall man raised his hand first, but he didn't want his girl to be a sacrifice, but cowardly suggested: "Otherwise, this time I will call the old Qin family. Isn't his girl just over eight years old? He looks good, Rain God must like it,"

The eyes of other people suddenly shined.

The silent, hesitant paper men began to express their approval.

There was a blazing glow in their eyes, and you began to offer advice and suggestions every word.

"Yes, the girl from the old Qin family looks the best."

"Anyway, the old Qin family also picked it up. It won't be a problem for them to raise another one in the future."

"But Old Qin has read books. He hates the feudal superstition the most. What if he refuses to do so?"

"Cheat him out first, and then tell him when the festival is over."

"That's it, after so long in the village, there is always something to be done."

"..."

All kinds of voices gathered together, like human-eating monsters. The monsters opened their mouths and gave out a stench, and said: "That's it, it's the old Qin's girl."

The fate of the Qin family was decided so hastily.

Outside the wind and rain, the red Sweeping Lady who hung upside down under the window smiled more and more, but red blood and tears came out of her eyes.

The time flow in the world of Paper Man was very fast, and it was the next day in a blink of an eye.

The men in the village headed to the riverbank again with a bright spirit. Jiang Ran stood in front of the Qin's house, silently watching the thin and tall paperman walk out the door carrying a shovel.

Seeing this, he already understood everything that was about to happen.

The flat faces of those paper men corresponded to reality one by one in his memory.

Mr. Ho, Mr. Ho, Mr. Ho...

The alive and the dead are here at this time.

They secretly returned after the thin and tall paper man, Qin Shuyi, left home. They **** Qin Shuyi's wife, and then forcibly took the crying child away.

They took the little girl to the village chief’s house. The village chief’s wife put on her new red and green clothes, combed her lotus head, painted her eyebrows, and gave her a beautiful dress. Boss He urged: "Go ahead."

Mr. He hugged the child and walked towards the river.

Downstream of the breach of the embankment, a simple altar has been erected. The village chief has served as a priest. He ignored his wet body, kneeled by the river and bowed and worshiped, his crumpled body crawling into the mud reverently. Of the land.

When all the ceremonies are over, He Lao Er and He Lao San moved the big stone together, He Lao Wu He Lao Liu tied the little girl and the heavy boulder together with a rope, He Lao Qi and He Lao Ba finally carried the boulder together with the girl. Go to the river and prepare to be thrown into the turbulent river water.

Jiang Ran subconsciously took a step forward, but heard a stern cry from behind--

"Nan Nan!"

Qin Shuyi's wife stumbled over, her body was covered with muddy water, the corner of her mouth was torn from chewing on the twine, and the red blood dripping from her mouth like paint. But she didn't care about anything, so she rushed to hug her crying daughter, crying bitterly, "You are murdering! She is only eight years old, you can't do this, she is only eight!"

The paper people looked at him silently and indifferently. The flat face is exactly the same cruelty. @∞好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

He Laosi stepped forward to pull her, but she clung to her daughter and refused to let go. In the end, He Laosi forcibly broke her fingers one by one, separating her from his daughter.

Jiang Ran even heard the sound of broken bones. He stepped forward, moved back, and stood firmly on the spot.

All this is just a recurrence of the past, like a comical and cruel paperman drama, he is just an intrusive audience, nothing can be changed.

In the end, the woman was pulled away, and He Laoliu and He Laoqi relentlessly threw the girl and the boulder into the rushing river.