Acai's Sky

Chapter 938: Beyond the Loud Gongs and Drums, the Mystery of the Wooden Fence

A Cai was startled back to her senses by the sound of firecrackers coming from Taibai Village. Without even bothering to tidy up her hair that was messed up by the wind, she lifted up her skirt and ran towards the newly built small square.

Along the way, children were laughing and chasing each other, with colorful balloons in their hands fluttering in the wind. She was swept up in this warm atmosphere and her steps became more and more hurried.

Finally arriving at the small square, Ah Cai was so shocked by the scene before her that she was speechless.

A huge screen stands in the center of the square, playing images transmitted back from the "Space Port". In the lens so clear that every texture can be seen, various cultural relics bearing the vicissitudes of time are crossing thousands of mountains and rivers and embarking on the journey home.

On the screen, ancient bronzes glow with a warm luster, exquisite porcelain reflects brilliant light, and yellowed ancient books emit the fragrance of ink. Every cultural relic seems to be telling a story of the past.

The square was already crowded with people. New and old villagers of Taibai Village gathered here, their faces filled with smiles of pride and joy.

Village chief Rong stood in front of the crowd, his posture upright, tears of excitement flashing in his eyes.

He waved the red flag vigorously, his voice trembling with excitement: "Fellow villagers! We have waited for so many years, and these treasures are finally coming home! These are the roots left by our ancestors, and they are the pride of our Chinese people!"

His words were like a fire, igniting everyone's enthusiasm, and the crowd erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.

Uncle Dajiang could no longer contain his excitement. As the leader of the village yangko team, he waved his hand and the loud sound of suona suddenly rang out.

Accompanied by the cheerful rhythm, the members of the yangko team danced the yangko to the beat of the drums.

They were dressed in brightly colored costumes, with red ribbons tied around their waists, colorful fans flying up and down in their hands, and exaggerated makeup on their faces. They were so energetic that they seemed to want to release all their joy.

Uncle Dajiang danced very vigorously, his steps changed flexibly, and the smile on his face was as bright as the warm spring sun. He interacted with the villagers around him from time to time, causing bursts of laughter.

Grandma Sun stood in the crowd with great energy, her wrinkled hands tightly holding those of Grandma Teng beside her, and she kept repeating, "Great, great, it's worth it to be able to see this day in my lifetime!"

The eyes of the two old people were full of satisfaction. Beside them, a few naughty little kids were imitating the adults, dancing the yangge in a very realistic way, with innocent smiles on their rosy little faces.

Doctor Hu usually looks serious, but at this moment he was infected by the warm atmosphere and couldn't stop smiling.

He swayed gently to the rhythm and shared his joy with the villagers around him: "With the return of these cultural relics, our cultural heritage has become even deeper. In the future, we must protect them well so that future generations can see the wisdom of our ancestors!"

Grandma Teng led the women in the village, formed a circle, and sang cheerful folk songs.

Their singing is clear and pleasant, with a strong local flavor, and the lyrics are full of expectations and blessings for the cultural relics to return home.

Grandma Wang was not to be outdone. She brought a few old ladies with her and started beating the gongs and drums. The powerful rhythm added a lively atmosphere to the entire square.

In another corner of the square, a lion dance troupe is performing.

Under the control of the performers, the two majestic lions sometimes leap into the air, sometimes roll over, and blink their eyes from time to time, making playful expressions.

Their fur sparkled in the sun, and they held in their mouths a red banner that read "Cultural relics return home, bringing blessings to China," attracting villagers to take photos.

The land boat was also moving slowly among the crowd. The actors on the "boat" were dressed in exquisite costumes. As the boat swayed, they performed various interesting movements, as if they were really swaying on the water.

Acai stood in the crowd, feeling the warm atmosphere, tears unconsciously welling up in her eyes.

She looked at the cheering villagers around her and the cultural relics on the screen that were about to return home, her heart filled with emotion.

At this moment, Taibai Village seemed to have turned into a sea of ​​joy, and everyone's hearts were closely connected, celebrating this great moment together.

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The noise in the small square surged like a boiling heat wave. Old Xiao, leaning on a carved sandalwood cane, walked slowly to the wooden plank road at the edge of the square with a few white-haired elders.

The wooden railings in the twilight glow with a warm luster, forming a sharp contrast with the bustling scene illuminated by neon lights in the distance.

Their shadows were stretched out by the setting sun, like witnesses walking from the depths of time.

Thanks to the physical transformation brought about by the national copy, at this moment he could clearly see the red corners of Village Chief Rong's eyes and the fine dust raised by Uncle Dajiang when he swung the red silk.

This extraordinary vision made him gently stroke the new stubble on his chin, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Guard Xiao Chen trotted over, his black uniform darkly stained with sweat. "Commander, the special department has estimated that the spiritual stones required to transport these cultural relics are at least equivalent to a mid-range, high-grade spiritual stone vein! Furthermore, the energy fluctuations indicate that the method of transportation is definitely not traditional..."

Old Xiao nodded slightly, and the mysterious actions of the Lord of Wangyou City flashed through his mind.

That guy is like a chess player walking on the edge of the rules, always making moves in the most unexpected ways.

I remembered the last time I encountered the mysterious mechanism left by the city lord in the copy. It was obviously a strange combination of modern technology and ancient formations, but it was so exquisite that it made people applaud.

"Being secretive is in line with her style," Old Xiao murmured, tapping his cane lightly on the wooden board. "But as long as these national treasures stranded in a foreign land can return home, even if she gives away all her spirit stones, this deal will be worth it!"

Old Guan tilted his head slightly, gave him a sharp look, and said slowly, "We can't just take advantage of her without any scruples. Nothing in this world is taken for granted. She's so generous simply because she's from a wealthy family and doesn't care about such petty gains."

Upon hearing this, the second son of the Qiu family frowned slightly and said with difficulty, "To be honest, we really can't figure out her thoughts and don't know what to do for her. She has been hiding in her shell. No matter how we tempt her, she refuses to poke her head out easily."

Mr. Xiao was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke up: "In my opinion, why not just let those who have harmed her disappear from this world, or throw them all into prison and let them slowly waste their time there."

After hearing this, Hua Lao hummed a noncommittal "hmm," then continued, "The old lady of the Ma family has taken great care of her since she was a child. She probably still doesn't know how she ended up in Taibai Village. This matter needs to be handled in secret, and no word should leak out."

At this moment, guard Xiao Chen hurriedly lowered his voice and interrupted, "The Tong and Ning families haven't entered the dungeon system yet. They're desperately trying to accumulate points..."

And at the bottom of the plank road, a few little guys were squatting in a place stealthily, whispering to each other, as if they were plotting something.