Chapter 983: Descending the Mountain

Beef ribs are not pure ribs, but start from the spine and go all the way to the bottom of the stomach, the whole semi-circular bone and meat sliver, and the dozen or so ribs add up to a lot of meat.

It is also said that even the meat on the head of the cow will be distributed in the village to those who can't afford to kill the cow after the festival, but in the hanging sky village, there is no such problem at all.

The guests at home were greeted by Father Yin, and Grandpa Yu and the elders of the village were not at home at the moment, and they were all at the Houshan Mountain Pass to see off the guests.

The scene of 400 households, with an average of dozens of guests per family, and tens of thousands of people evacuated from the mountain road, is simply a blue stream.

On the maple shelves of each house, there are two cowhides on the left and right, which are prepared for the tree cutters.

However, the cowhide of the Ayin family is now in the hands of the high priest.

The high priest carried the basket on his back, the dried fish on his head had been put away and put it in the basket, and eighteen oxen ribs, tied into a bundle, to be carried back with the people in his own village.

All these things combined, in the eyes of the high priest, were not as valuable as those two thirty centimeters of raw cowhides.

The high priest made a direct offering to the two uncles: "Confess, confess, this is the cowhide that has been enshrined under the seat of Thor, and the two uncles can give it to the old man, and I really admit it, old man." ”

Li Junge was also in the ranks of the guests, and smiled at the high priest: "You can take the cowhide, but you have to tell me about this." ”

The high priest pointed to the fire pit inside the hall, it turned out that there were also two cowhides on the fire pit of Ayin's house, but it was sandwiched between a pile of smoked fish and bacon, and Li Junge really never paid attention to it.

The high priest said with a smile: "Our Miao family always hangs one or two cowhides on the fire hall, which can be used as a plate for sacrificing to the gods on weekdays, but once you want to sacrifice to some god and there is no meat, use this cowhide pie directly, and the gods will not blame the lack of meat." The most important thing!"

"This cowhide is amazing, one is obtained on the Drum Tibetan Festival, and the other is to worship the Thunder God seat, hahahahapu can only have these two in the world!"

Li Junge also laughed: "I see! Then the high priest, you can take it, thank you for these days!"

The high priest smiled and said: "I can see clearly, this cowhide hanging heaven village is estimated to be really useless! Because in the future, you will not worry about running out of meat in the village!"

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It wasn't until five o'clock in the afternoon that the guests were gone.

Grandpa Yu came back, and he didn't sleep for six days and four nights, and he obviously lost a head.

However, the spirit is still quite vigorous, in addition to the effect of Li Junge's spiritual spring, the old man's own cultivation kung fu seems to have a unique secret.

It's not too late to inquire about these in the future, and now Li Junge and Ayin Ke have to hurry down the mountain.

Because of the rules of the Drum Tibetan Festival, the entire village will be closed from tomorrow, and one will be thirteen days.

During these thirteen days, the priests, medicine mothers, and elders in the village also had to hold many ceremonies that were unknown to outsiders.

Even the children would be kicked out of the village and sent to relatives, and they would not return home until the thirteenth day.

But this thing is the simplest now, the underage babies are all reading babies, and they usually live in the Lijiagou Children's School, but now for them, it's just that they can't go home on the weekend and play with their friends at the bottom of the mountain.

During this period, the intersection into the village will be guarded, and people outside will not be allowed to come in, and people inside will not be allowed to go out.

Therefore, after telling Grandpa Yu to rest and rest quickly, and take care of the spirit that he owes in the past few days, Li Junge and Ayin are ready to take the children down the mountain.

I heard that on the third day after the individual visitors, the heads of the oxen would be gathered in the village and the sacrificial words would be recited.

Then on the thirteenth day, the priests have to come back again and sweep out the evil spirits who took the opportunity to sneak into the village during the Guzang Festival, which is called "sweeping the village".

After this ceremony, the Drum and Tibetan Festival can really end, the village can be considered clean, and the babies can come back.

However, Li Junge can't see these things, there are still release festivals and long street banquets at the foot of the mountain to prepare, and the eighth day of the fourth month will be there in a blink of an eye.

I had to ask Miao Wa, and when the time came, I took a few photos to enjoy myself, and this baby and Adai were going to stay until the village was reopened before going down the mountain.

The people of the village rushed to see each other, Li Junge and Ayin walked in the middle, the babies were clustered around, the villagers were on the periphery, and everyone walked towards Shuiyun Township together.

This drum Tibetan festival is definitely the glory of Hanging Heaven Village, the big sacrifice of 500 cows, so that the relatives of Sili Eight Townships and even far away in Xiashi Town have truly appreciated the strength of Hanging Heaven Village.

This kind of strength was never imagined in a dream four years ago, and all this is the earth-shaking change that this honest and honest baby in front of him has brought to Hanging Tianzhai in just a few years.

Ayin often feels incredible, and the evaluations of Erpi are cunning, skinny, not easy to deceive, and his eyes turn a hundred ideas.

But here in the village Miao family, how did they become down-to-earth, honest, willing to work hard, and not angry when they suffer losses.

For the simple people in the village, they are not angry when they suffer losses, and they are honest and honest, but in fact, they can almost be equated with Hanbao Baby.

No wonder Overlord Yao and Piwa can be so close, it's really because this child is pure-hearted......

Her husband has such a good image in the hearts of the people in the village, of course Ayin is not good at reporting and exposing the righteous killing of relatives.

But from time to time, it is slandered in the stomach, there is a kind of fear of loss, called if you want to take it first, you must give it first, which is not the same thing as being honest and honest!

Coming to the cable car station, Li Junge turned to everyone and said, "Thank you for letting me, a Han baby, participate in your big festival together, I am really honored." ”

"As the old saying goes, 'If you miss a spring in one year, you won't be able to stretch out in ten years.'" This year, in order to celebrate the festival, the planting time of ugin rice was advanced by a week. I have to ask everyone to take care of this matter, and if you need to replenish seedlings or something, notify the head of the mountain in time. ”

Ayin was not so polite: "After this festival, the sanitary conditions, amusement facilities, flowers and trees in the village, it is estimated that many places need to be restored, and wild birds must be recruited again." ”

"These thirteen days are just an opportunity, we should have a holiday, but how to live after the end, how we should live. ”

"Grandpa told me that in the old days, the Miao family had a drum and Tibetan festival, and many villages were in debt and decayed. ”

"But we can't feel that we have too much just because we can celebrate the Drum Tibetan Festival, we can afford to kill cattle and entertain many relatives. ”

"We can't change our mentality, our way of life, just because of one festival. This is a memorial, a festival. ”

"We give our best sacrifices and prayers to the gods and ancestors, joy and affection to relatives and friends, and that's enough. ”

"But we're still the same us, do you know what I mean?"

As soon as Ah Yin got serious and spoke, even Grandpa Yu was a little stunned, not to mention the other people in the village, whether he understood it or not, he nodded first and then said.

Li Junge hurriedly came out to play a round and said with a smile: "Ayin means that the purpose of our Drum and Tibetan Festival this time is not to show off to Sili and Eight Towns how well our Hanging Tianzhai is doing now, nor is it to attract relatives to show off and make everyone envious, jealous and hateful. ”

"Our purpose is simple, it is simply to remember our ancestors and pray for the blessings of the gods. ”

"Bless what? Bless our stockade for the better, bless our tribe for a better life. ”

"As the old saying goes, 'sincerity is spirituality', and conversely, if the heart is not sincere, then it is not spiritual. ”

"If we pray for the blessing of the gods with the intention of showing off to the four miles and eight towns, will the gods bless us? With the intention of showing off to the same clan and showing off to the ancestors, will the ancestors be at ease? So what should we think and do next, everyone will understand very well, right?"

Ayin, this Nizi has been in college for a few years, and has been an official for a few years, and now her little face is bluffed down like when she was a child, and the official Weixian made her feel weak, where do you still have the heart to think about what she said.

is still Piwa approachable, and the reason is transparent as soon as it is said!

Good translation!

They all forgot that the head of the village committee was not an official, and that Piwa had actually gone to college.

I always feel that this baby and He Erhu are the same way, the mountain runner who came up from the mountain!

Waving goodbye to everyone, Ayin and Li Junge led the children back to Lijiagou.

After sending the children to school, Li Junge and Ayin returned home, and it was a good report.

The supreme festival of the Miao family, such a big scene is naturally a lot of heads, especially a group of babies at home, and they are even more fascinated to listen to.

The various mysterious rituals and legends of the Miao family, what old cow soul, new cow soul, please gods, please ancestors, bamboo sticks to kill chickens, maple trees and cows, these gods and ghosts, so that the babies are afraid and reluctant to run away.

However, these are Li Junge's strengths, and the people who were able to talk about Xiaomei and Ren Xiaoqian back then took the initiative to drill pig worms and Wang Congjun's bed, but now they are even more eloquent.

The consequence is that Wang Meixian no longer sleeps alone, and has to squeeze a quilt with Aunt Ayin.

Ah Yin looked at Li Junge, who was going to the study with the quilt pillow in his arms, and couldn't help but laugh, this is really a cocoon.

What do you say about grandma's witty words? Mosquitoes are fanned, just for their mouths!

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It was March 17 when I went down the mountain, and it was March 18 when I got up the next day.

On March 3, crabs climb high mountains.

On the pebble beach by the Yulong Creek, in the puddle, crabs began to come ashore and molt.

In the riverside sand of Lijiagou, the peach blossom jellyfish has been traced again.

Fawang Temple, Santai Temple, tea leaves in two places began to be produced.

In addition, there are still 20 days before the release festival, Li Junge has not seen Master Guoshan for a long time, so he simply went to Fawang Temple, preparing to use the excuse of discussing the affairs of the release festival as an excuse to rub the master of Guoshan for a meal of bean curd rice, and by the way, cheat a few catties of tea to come back.

Now there are quite a lot of pilgrims who come to Fawang Temple, Li Junge went up the mountain all the way, and saw two middle-aged people, who seemed to be from other places, one carrying two barrels of oil, walking three times at a time.

Li Junge passed them briskly, and heard a middle-aged man shout, "Little ...... Little brother, wait a minute......"