The whole village is plain.

The sudden appearance of such a village in this quiet mountain forest is indeed a bit strange.

"This should be a white affair in Murakori. ”

"Shall we go?"

"Go, it shouldn't be tight, it's normal to have red and white things or something, this point, if you can go to the village to find the villagers to buy some food, it's good, the bread and dry food you bring is really not delicious." ”

"It's a little bit bad, people do white things. ”

There was a lot of talking.

Finally, after researching it, the group still felt that they would go to the village to see, firstly, the big guys didn't want to eat dry food, but it didn't matter what they ate, and it was really okay to deal with dry food, but everyone didn't have much water with them, and they needed to find a place to replenish it.

A group of more than 20 people followed the road into the village.

There is an old locust tree at the entrance of the village.

The two Chinese pastoral dogs saw the group and began to bark wildly.

An old man came out of the house at the entrance of the village.

"Who are you? "The villagers don't speak Mandarin, Nanchang Hakka, fortunately, most of the writers who come today are also native Nanchang people, although the accents are slightly different, but they all understand and speak.

"Fellow countrymen, we are writers of the Provincial Writers' Association, we went to the mountains to collect wind, passed by your village, and wanted to come to rest and buy some food and water. ”

The old man looked at the group and saw that they were all dressed decently, and most of them were not young, but they didn't look like bad people, so he nodded and said, "Okay, you guys come in." ”

As he spoke, the old man drove away two Chinese pastoral dogs and led everyone into the house.

The old house was small and a little dim, and it couldn't occupy the inside of the house, and half of the people stood outside the house and looked in.

The night light is in, look around, very ordinary old house, the objects in the house are a little old, the hall is a long hall table, those who have been to the countryside and have seen the old house should have seen it, there is a black and white photo on the table, it is an old grandmother, it should be the wife of the old man, there is a shrine platform, incense is inserted in the incense burner, and there are candles in front, white candles.

The old man brought out a few old blackened but very stocky benches and invited everyone to sit down, but the old man only had a few stools at home, and the big guys were not enough to sit on.

The old man thought for a moment, "You guys want to eat, right?"

"Yes, yes, I don't know it's inconvenient. ”

The old man paused, and instead of answering Fang Inconvenience, he asked, "Do you want to give money?"

"Give, of course, how can you eat for nothing. ”

Old man: "It's better to eat, it's still a little worse." ”

"Everything!"

The old man nodded, "Just give money, then go to the village ancestral hall, it is spacious, otherwise so many of you in our small family will not be able to show it, go to the ancestral hall, the place is big and bright, I will go and greet the people in the village, and I will pick up and decorate you together." ”

Everyone nodded and followed the old man in the direction of the ancestral hall.

Many ancestral halls in rural areas are multi-purpose, not only to worship ancestors, but also to organize many gatherings or red and white dinners in the village.

On the way, many villagers have come out to see the excitement.

The curious villager asked, "Old stubborn, what are you doing? Why did you bring so many people?" ”

The old stubborn man is the old man, "Coming from outside, I want to have a meal in our village, there are many of them, I will take them to the ancestral hall, and you will also call your mother-in-law to help." ”

Villager: "Do you want to pay for dinner?"

Before the old stubborn man could answer, a writer spoke out first, "Give money, give money!"

The villagers' eyes lit up, and they hurriedly returned to the house, "Daughter-in-law, daughter-in-law, come out, go to the ancestral hall, go to the ancestral hall!"

This happened several times along the way.

Some writers couldn't help but start whispering to each other, "When I hear that I give money, my eyes reflect one by one, so enthusiastic, we won't be slaughtered in a moment, right?"

"It should ...... No, the writer wasn't so sure.

"I hope not, I'll have a lot of eyes for a while, don't be cheated. ”

"Well, be careful, ask for the price before asking for something. ”

The group followed the old man into the old ancestral hall, and saw the huge long altar in the center of the ancestral hall, which was full of white candles, all lit on fire, and there was a brazier on the ground, and there were wisps of green smoke in the brazier, and some paper money was scattered around.

Seeing this situation, some writers began to feel a little frightened, and several female writers shrank behind and did not dare to come in.

The old stubborn man obviously knew what they were afraid of, and explained, "It's okay, don't worry, there are no dead people in the village." Come in, for I will not let you come if you are going to die. ”

Everyone was a little puzzled, there are no dead people, so what is this? And what is the matter with the white silk silk hanging in every house in the village?

The old stubborn didn't take the initiative to say, and everyone didn't want to ask, so they went in.

There is an open-air patio in the center of the ancestral hall, and the sunlight shines down directly, and the ancestral hall is very bright.

Then seven or eight men and village women also came, some carrying round tables, some carrying long stools, and set up three sets of tables with their hands and feet.

The two women wiped the tables and stools with rags and beckoned everyone to sit down, "Come and sit, come and sit, you're welcome." ”

Everyone sat down one after another, walked the mountain road all morning, and the big guys were really tired, sitting on the stools one by one and rubbing their sore legs.

The old stubborn man was talking with the villagers with a smile on his face, and there were many villagers who gathered when he heard the news, and some of them were still eating lunch with a big porcelain bowl in their hands, watching the excitement from afar.

"Erya, Cuihua, you two are good at craft, you will be in charge of today's meal. ”

"Dogan, Sanhua, Xiaoqi, you guys help you guys. If the other people have any good goods in their homes, show the guests what they want to eat, and give money, go quickly. ”

"Everyone is quick with their hands and feet, the time is not early, and I have to go up the mountain to see the girl in the afternoon." ”

Several villagers went to work in response, and some of the villagers who were not named were still standing, and some turned around and left to go back to get food.

The writers sat and waited for a while, chatting with the fellow villagers as they waited.

The villagers are not very good at words, and the strong local accent reveals simplicity.

After some small talk, Yeguang and the others also got to know a little about this small mountain village.

The village is called Dutang Village, it is said that the origin of the name is because there is a pond in the middle of the village, so it is called Dutang, not big, only about 50 households, there is only one surname in the village, all surnamed Guo, most of the people in the village are middle-aged and elderly, young people generally go out to work, will not stay in the village, they lean against the mountain, but there is actually nothing in the mountains that can support them, mainly rely on the cultivation of land for a living, so the people in the village are not very rich, and even said that they are quite poor.

After sitting for a while, one after another, fellow villagers came over, all carrying various things in their hands.

Luminous and the writers were a little dumbfounded.

Bacon, sausages, sun-dried duck, Chinese cabbage, old hen, white duck, bamboo shoots, pumpkin, large grass carp. And what is that man fighting against? Such a big ham?

Not to mention, the writers who were tired and hungry after a long morning of walking were really drooling when they saw this.