Soon, one string of firecrackers outside the stockade was set off, and another string exploded, and someone was outside the yard, shouting Qin Yuxi,

"Please Jinhua~!"

Chen Yulian still has a lot to say to persuade Qin Yuxi, but now she can only give up.

She sat up from the edge of Qin Yuxi's bed, wiped the tears on her face, and took out the golden flower suit from the bottom of Qin Yuxi's bedroom cabinet.

In the eyes of the older generation, Jinhua is a village, and only the most holy and beautiful girl can serve it, just like the saint in it, she enjoys a very high status and reputation in the village.

However, in the eyes of the younger generation, Jinhua is a beautiful girl, which has no meaning, and in the eyes of young people, special people are who can make more money and who is richer.

In addition, if the girl is pretty, it is about the same as being able to marry a rich and good family.

Many customs, many things engraved in the bones of a nation, with the passage of time, are gradually forgotten by others, without any shock.

Su Muhuan took the camera in his hand and stood outside the courtyard of Qin Yuxi's house, constantly taking pictures of this village, and beside him, there was a tall and thin man wearing snow boots and an Arctic expedition suit.

This man looks like Su Muhuan carved out of a mold, but he is a round older than Su Muhuan, and he only appeared in this village today, Su Muhuan called him "Su Dao".

Director Su held a small and medium-sized camera imported from abroad in his hand, followed behind Su Mulian, and filmed every grass and tree in the Jieshan cottage with great interest, one person and one scene.

Then the camera turned, and in the Jieshan Cottage, people of all sizes walked towards the courtyard of Qin Yuxi's house, and some people shouted,

"Please Jinhua~~"

"Please Jinhua, please Jinhua!"

As the older generation arrived one after another, the children jumped around happily outside the courtyard of Qin Yuxi's house.

They don't know what today's day represents, they only know that this is an ancient custom, the new patriarch is on the throne, and Jinhua is going to come out to save face.

Yi Feng, the leader of the Dongshan garrison, with a kind of soldier buddies in military coats, also followed, and stood outside the courtyard of Qin Yuxi's house with the villagers to watch the excitement.

years, it will pass every year, but the patriarch succeeds to invite Jinhua, but it is not every year.

Many young people who had never seen this kind of battle before also came over.

The old patriarch has lived for seventy or eighty years, and many people have never experienced a "golden flower" in their lives.

After a while, the old people in the Jieshan Village, wearing Tujia costumes, blew the horns, the old people are old, but the young people have no mood and interest, learning these customs.

So there are not many people left who blow the horns of the bull.

Many of these braggarts are the old people of the eighteen villages, and they came together, otherwise a village would not be able to make up so many bragging horns.

The magnificent horn sound, with an eternal wind, blew through the boundless trees, just listening to the horn sound blowing in unison, people's hearts trembled, and Director Su, who was holding the camera, almost shed tears.

With a "crunch", in the eyes of everyone, the door of the hall was opened in the stilted building of Qin Yuxi's house.

Qin Yuxi, who was wearing black minority costumes, walked out with a dignified face, her black clothes, with golden silk threads, embroidered with totems, the totems became a big flower, and walked down the wooden ladder step by step.

The old man who knew the goods pointed to the clothes on Jinhua's body and popularized it to young people, this cottage is the first village of Jiugou and Eighteen Villages, and the clothes on Jinhua's body have been passed down for hundreds of years.

This golden flower suit is pressed in the wardrobe of each generation of golden flowers, and it will not be born if it does not coincide with the alternation of patriarchs!

Director Su invited a local person who could speak Mandarin to act as a translator for him, and listening to the translator's explanation, Director Su was completely excited.

He has a wide range of experience and knows very well how lucky he is today, and what he photographed is an ancient cultural heritage!

Not to mention the rare encounter in the world, the golden flower suit was born, only on the day of the alternation of patriarchs, even if Director Su was lucky to meet it, but the mountain people here are not allowed to be photographed.

It is precisely because of Su Mulian's backdoor relationship that the cottage people in the realm allowed him, a foreigner, to carry a strange thing in the village and pat it around, but he didn't say anything.

Director Su simply wants to thank God for his son, Su Mulian, for giving him this opportunity!

So, Director Su's camera was aimed at Qin Yuxi, and he couldn't wait to shoot her alone throughout the whole process, Su Muzhuan was even more crazy, and he had already climbed the tree to find an angle.

The pleated black skirt fell to the ground, with a long skirt, Qin Yuxi dragged such a long skirt downstairs, and several grandmothers behind him immediately stepped forward, dragged up the skirt for Qin Yuxi, and walked towards the totem pole of the threshing floor in the welcome of the people.

In the eighteen villages, an old man pointed to Qin Yuxi, who was dignified and generous, and praised Qin Yuxi, who was slightly powdered:

"The first golden flower of the eighteen villages, Qin Yuxi is the only one. ”

The golden flowers in their village are not as beautiful as Qin Yuxi, some of the golden flowers went out to work and did not come back for a few years, and some of the golden flowers came back, but the chickens and dogs in their lives were broken, and their golden flowers were not dignified and generous at all.

can support this set of golden flower clothes, so beautiful that it is so holy and noble, there is really only the first golden flower Qin Yuxi.

The soldiers and brothers on the side of the road, under the leadership of Yi Feng, made a small coaxing sound, without any sense of disrespect, they just coaxed Qi Zihan.

Everyone knows that Qin Yuxi, the first golden flower in the eighteen villages, is Qi Zihan's girlfriend.

Unconsciously, Qi Zihan, who was wearing a military uniform, raised his head and chest in front of Qin Yuxi walking past him, with infinite pride on his face.

Qin Yuxi pursed her lips, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows seemed to be smiling, her face was sideways, and she glanced at Qi Zihan with a seductive look, she had a little makeup today, and with just one glance, Qi Zihan almost squirted a nosebleed on the spot.

This golden flower, in heaven and on earth, is the only one, it is his!

Qin Yuxi continued to walk forward, the ancient horn sound in the sky, as if it was about to blow into the nine skies, with a fighting spirit, lingering, vicissitudes, and eternal tenacity.

Stepping on the sound of the horn, Qin Yuxi arrived in front of the totem pole, and behind her, the grandmothers who were carrying the skirt put down the heavy black skirt, Qin Yuxi lifted the skirt and approached the totem.

"The new patriarch has arrived!"

Someone shouted again, Qin Yuxi turned around, her sleeves were raised, the cold wind blew, and the skirt behind her was behind her magnificent face, raising black cloth and gold flowers all over the sky.