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   Gongs and drums look a bit old.

  But there are two bright red cloth strips tied on it.

   There was a crisp bang, and the noisy voices upstairs suddenly quieted down.

  Everyone upstairs looked at them, Fu Anan frowned slightly, feeling that these people were performing some kind of ceremony.

  She dropped her chopsticks and was about to leave from the high platform, but was stopped.

   "I want to go to the bathroom."

  Fu Anan made an excuse at random, and confronted the person who stopped her.

   "Teacher Fu, can you go later?"

  The strong man who stopped her spoke not up to standard, and had a little accent,

   "We are now selecting the best teachers. This is a long-standing tradition in the village. You cannot go away."

"All right."

  Fu Anan smiled at him when he heard the words, then nodded, leaning on the armrest beside him seemingly casually.

  The strong man said a few words to Fu Anan, and then blushed. Although he guarded the stairs dutifully, his gaze kept on her.

  The village head stood up at this time.

   said the same thing.

   These things were created specifically for the purpose of selecting the best teacher.

   Fu Anan didn't believe what he said.

  A village that is reluctant to provide even a large room for class, and is very casual about children’s learning, why give this to a dozen teachers.

  They don't care about their children's learning, and how can they have a high opinion of the teachers who teach, the two are really contradictory.

   Fu Anan wasn't the only one who noticed the contradiction between the two. Several people stood up and spread out to stand on the edge of the high platform.

   Player?

  Fu Anan wrote down most of these people.

  —

   On the other side, the village head first vacated the middle of the high platform, and asked someone to spread a red cloth one meter long and wide on the ground.

   Immediately afterwards, his eyes wandered among the many people, and he chose a girl—

  Fu Anan's roommate, Yu Xiaojun.

  She was led to stand on the red cloth in the center, looking at her dazed look, the village chief explained to her,

   "We all vote by hitting bamboo here, one by one. The more you hit, the more you like it."

   After speaking, he looked around the earth building, and began to introduce it to the surrounding villagers in the local dialect.

   Then he commanded the girl to turn around mechanically in all directions.

   "Mr. Li, you can smile again."

  The village chief suggested next to him.

  The girl felt very uncomfortable like this, but she forced a smile when she heard the words.

  She listened to the dialect that the village head couldn't understand and kept introducing herself, which was very similar to the sales promotion she saw on TV before, and wanted to sell the goods in her hands.

   Finally finished speaking, the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

   Immediately afterwards, the gong sounded, and the sound of bamboo knocking came from all directions.

   Continuously, one after another.

   Finally, the curtain ended when a person tapped many times in a row.

  Beside him, there was a person who recorded how many times he tapped. This move made people dumbfounded.

  This is really ripping off!

   One girl after another went up.

  The villagers who ripped off the sticks never tire of it, and there are really more or less voices.

  This ongoing process gives people an inexplicable sense of disobedience.

  Each person is selected, their sticks are knocked at the same time at the beginning, and at the end, the number of people knocking gradually decreases. After one person knocks, another person can connect, and the number of knocks must be more than the previous one.

   It's like...

   Hahaha, I'm stuck on a chapter, and I left it for everyone to guess on purpose.

   Good night, my dears.