After staying for six days, An Jingzhi led everyone down the mountain on the seventh day.

In addition to Aunt Qian and her companions, there were also fortune-tellers, matchmakers, and several villagers. They all wanted to go down the mountain to work, earn some money, and save more food so that when they encountered problems in the future, they would have food on their way to escape.

After being isolated from the outside world for a hundred years, everyone wants to see what's happening at the foot of the mountain.

What Aunt Qian and the others described sounded like the place where immortals live. How could anyone bear it?

When he reached the foot of the mountain, An Jingzhi did not go to the city immediately. Instead, he called Yang Dongchen.

None of the fortune-tellers around him had ID cards, so they had to get one first. That was why he went down the mountain a day early.

I have to deal with Zhu Shenpo and the others' affairs today, and also leave some time for Yang Dongchen to arrange their work.

Yang Dongchen immediately sent a car to pick them up.

Seeing that there was an elderly lady among the extra people, he felt a little embarrassed.

Matchmaker Wang is fine. Although she is old, she looks energetic.

"Mr. An," he glanced at the fortune-teller Zhu standing not far away and said, "Can this old lady do her job?"

An Jingzhi nodded: "Don't look at her age, it's no problem for her to lift you up with one hand."

After thinking about what Zhu Shenpo had told him, An Jingzhi said, "She's a witch from our village, specializing in the Five Elements and Gossip. Can you see if there's any suitable work for her?"

Yang Dongchen couldn't help scratching his head after hearing this. A witch? Isn't this feudal superstition?

Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, are there any jobs in college that are suitable for majors related to the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams?

"The ancients paid attention to feng shui when building tombs, and the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams just happen to contain knowledge about this." An Jingzhi added upon seeing this.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he said happily: "I got it, the school has an archaeology major, and I can let the old man go to the archaeology major and help guide it."

As for what to advise, they didn't expect this group of people to really do anything anyway.

"Can."

Over there, the fortune teller and the others were still listening to Aunt Qian's experience.

"This iron box is fast, but it makes you dizzy when you sit on it. Dazhu and the others will vomit when they sit on it."

"If you feel like vomiting later, just spit into the bag in your hand. It's called a plastic bag, and it won't leak. But don't spit on someone else's car, because we can't afford to pay for it."

"What is this? It looks weird."

"I don't know, but they're called plastic bags. They're everywhere down the mountain. People use them to carry things."

Zhu Shenpo spat calmly and rubbed the plastic in her hand, "Alright, alright, stop nagging."

She crumpled the plastic bag like she had a new toy.

He also stuck his head into the plastic bag, curiously lifted the bag to his head, and looked at the sun through the bag.

If it were someone else, Aunt Qian would have been able to retort him with one sentence, but Zhu Shenpo's status in the village was almost equal to that of the village chief, and she was also an elder because she was older.

"Okay, then let's leave after Jingzhi comes back."

On the way back, as expected, most people vomited.

Aunt Qian turned her head from time to time to glance at the fortune teller Zhu who was sitting in the back seat.

Seeing that she was still sitting there calmly with her eyes closed, he admired her and said, "You're amazing. Look at those guys in front of you. They've vomited countless times."

Suppressing the urge to vomit, Zhu the witch snorted softly.

"Sister Wang," seeing that Zhu was fine, Aunt Qian turned to ask Wang, the matchmaker, who was sitting next to Zhu, "What do you think?"

Matchmaker Wang looked grim, and shook her head with pale lips.

Aunt Qian consoled her, "We're almost there, just hold on a little longer."

We arrived at the destination in the blink of an eye.

Aunt Qian immediately got out of the car to help Zhu the witch open the door, helped her down and walked to the other side to help Wang the matchmaker open the door. Wang the matchmaker immediately squatted on the side of the road and vomited into her pocket.

After she had appeased Matchmaker Wang, Matchmaker Zhu had already been standing by calmly waiting.

But the plastic bag in my hand that I used as a toy had disappeared without a trace.

Aunt Qian casually asked, "Where's the plastic bag, fortune teller?"

"I forgot."

Aunt Qian thought that the old lady was forgetful and didn't know where she put the plastic bag, so she didn't care because it was not a valuable thing after all.

When everyone was present, they were given ID cards one by one.

After everyone got their freshly issued ID cards, they happily turned the cards over and over like Niu Dazhu and the others.

Everyone changed into new clothes when they came down the mountain, ordinary jeans and T-shirts.

There was no time to make my own clothes, so I had to wear ready-made ones.

Zhu the witch did not change her clothes and was still wearing her dark blue dress. Coupled with her calm attitude, she looked like a real master.

After their identity information was processed, several people were quickly assigned to positions at the university.

Matchmaker Wang became the dormitory manager, fortune teller Zhu went to study archaeology, and the others were either assigned to the kitchen or to guard the school gate.

After a busy day, everyone was finally arranged.

As soon as he had some free time, Yang Dongchen immediately reported the news.

Li Hongnan was very happy to learn that some more people had come down from the mountain.

This proves that the group of people on the mountain are willing to slowly trust them.

As to whether they were people from five hundred years ago, historians and professional auditors, after a month of judgment, everyone came to a positive answer, with a 90% probability.

This group of people are the ancients from five hundred years ago. Whether it is their dress habits, their way of speaking, or the small gestures they make in their daily lives, they are all authentic ancient farmers.

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