"Silly, what are you doing in the rain?"

Zhao Wujiang was dragged into the hall.

He was pulled by someone and gently threw it to the fire, and a burst of laughter came from beside him.

It seems to be ridicule, but it is more just joking laughter.

Zhao Wujiang discovered that the one who dragged him just now was a strong man wearing a thick wooden cranny shirt, with big and thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a strong sense of oppression when he didn't smile.

Zhao Wujiang looked at the rest of the people beside the fire, one man and one woman.

The man was as thin as a monkey, but his clothes were not thick-wooden sackcloths, but a piece of clothes pieced together from blue and gray rags. A somewhat ragged butter paper book was placed on the belt of the hemp rope.

The woman has a round face, which is not very beautiful, but she smiles and gives people a very warm feeling, wearing a goose yellow dress.

When Zhao Wujiang looked at him, his eyes were a little dazed. He didn't understand where this was and why he appeared here.

He remembered that he flew into the sky, fell into boundless darkness, and then woke up and stood in the rain.

The woman reached out and shook her hand in front of Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang came to his senses and was silent for a moment, not knowing how to speak.

"Hey, fool, you won't remember us again, right?" The strong man sat on the small wooden stool, and the wooden stool creaked, as if he couldn't bear the strong man's weight.

Zhao Wujiang looked over and saw a clear stupidity in his eyes.

"Okay." The strong man slapped his forehead, his face full of helplessness.

The monkey man and the round-faced girl next to her smiled again.

"I, your elder brother, Zhao Dalang!" The strong man sighed, pointed at himself, then pointed at the girl with round face, and said in a deep voice:

"She, your third sister, Zhao Tingting."

"This. Your fifth brother, King Zhao."

The strong man patted the shoulder of the monkey man. The monkey man felt pain, but he still looked at Zhao Wujiang with a smile and pointed the strong man, as if he was saying, "Your brother is not doing anything light or heavy."

Zhao Wujiang nodded, and the clear stupidity in his eyes did not fade away.

He felt that he was not dreaming, and these people were vivid and didn't look like they were dreaming.

He must have come to the world where the Clay Buddha and the others are, but he doesn't know where the seat he is now is.

And there were many memories in his mind, constantly pouring in, and the memories were very mixed, and figures of all kinds of people appeared.

"Idiot, you nodded, nodded by yourself. Do you remember what your name is?" The strong man had a stern face, but couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth. Obviously, he was still very kind to Zhao Wujiang.

"Zhao...wu..." Zhao Wujiang opened his mouth and his voice was hoarse.

The strong man patted Zhao Wujiang on the shoulder heavily and laughed:

"By the way, good guy, I still remember my name, it's pretty good!

Your name is Zhao Wuyang. My father picked you up and took it. It was gone without any disaster or illness when you heard it. When you heard this name, you were still so silly."

Zhao Wujiang scratched his head and smiled, his smile a little silly.

He was still digesting some memories, and he found that these were some stories from him in this world and this village over the past year.

"Yes, it's just this laugh, hahaha..." The strong man laughed, and the monkey man and the girl with round face laughed, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

They like the ninth brother picked up by the village chief's father. Although he is a fool, he looks close and is willing to endure hardships. Many of the heavy and tiring tasks in the village are willing to do, and he never complains about being angry. He always enjoys the fun of many heavy and tiring work in the village.

Hoho.

After half an hour, they decided to leave and return to Zhaojia Village.

This is a dilapidated temple outside Zhaojia Village, with withered branches everywhere and collapsed and broken statues of gods.

On weekdays, no one comes to sautumn or something, and no one is too idle to help these statues up and repair this dilapidated temple.

Most of the time, it is used to shelter people from nearby villages from the rain.
Chapter completed!