Chapter 979: Dustpan Rice

The drum team consisted of a total of 14 people, among whom the head of the reed sheng was wearing a yellow robe with a variety of embroidery on it, which looked like a dragon robe from a distance.

Coupled with a big red turban, it looks like a Manchu emperor in formal clothes.

The head of the reed sheng holds a thatch and a bell in his hand, and he jumps and shakes in front of him, stepping on the dance steps to lead the team.

Behind him were seven men dressed in robes of birds.

Each of them blows a large asparagus, which is also very different from the reed sheng, a musical instrument on weekdays.

The length is as high as three meters, and the bottom is a long and thin bamboo pipe together to form a voice-changing device, and there is a thick bamboo pipe at the top, which is supposed to be a sound amplification device.

The tune blowing is also very different from usual, and the old man said that this is a tune called "give a little".

The headdresses of these seven men are strange, with a beautiful silver medal nailed around the head in a half circle around the head on the red turban, and many durian thorn-like protruding small cones on the silver medallion, which look like the remnants of the emblem of ancient generals.

But there is a row of small bells hanging below, which sounds softly with the dance movements, and seems to be a little feminine. This kind of combination makes Li Junge feel very weird.

The eight men were dancing in circles, and in the middle of them were six men dressed in blue indigo-dyed clothes, one of them holding a drum and hiding a flag, the other four blowing mango pipes, and one beating a wooden drum.

When the reed sheng team was jumping in a circle, there was also a person on the periphery who was responsible for setting off iron cannons.

This kind of iron cannon is an iron pipe facing the sky, and the gunner stuffs the explosives into the iron pipe and ignites it on the spot, the sound is super loud, if you don't pay attention and don't pay attention to get closer, you will definitely be buzzing in your ears by the sound of this cannon.

Li Junge felt that every time the iron cannon was released, it seemed that even the wooden building of Ayin's house was shaken.

Every time the reed sheng team finished blowing, Ni's mother, Grandma Ou, Ah Yin, and some relatives at home took a large basin, picked up the meat inside, and fed it to the mouths of the reed sheng team and onlookers, and some brought rice wine and scooped it with a small gourd open in half to feed everyone to drink.

After stepping on the small flat ground outside Grandpa Yu's house, the reed sheng team danced in the village, and it is said that every door has to be blown.

This reed sheng team is a special team, the kind that is very famous in Sili and Baxiang, and now it is a small scene, so the master did not take the lead, but the apprentice was the head of the reed sheng.

Now he wants to retain his physical strength, and the day after tomorrow is the key time for him to play a role.

Li Junge felt that this reed sheng was more like an acceptance ceremony, or a trial run, not very formal, at best a rehearsal and display by the asparagus team.

The night of the 14th was hardly a big ceremony, more like a free move for some young people. That is, everyone automatically gathers in the field of the game to dance the reeds together.

Ayin and Adai are dressed in costumes and join the ranks of dancing, according to the old man, this is called dancing "girl reed".

The difference from the dancing reed sheng during the day is that there are girls participating, in order to talk about love and entertainment, and everyone exchanges feelings together.

As soon as he heard this, Li Junge immediately joined in, and looked at Ayin tightly, and it was okay to exchange feelings, but come to me first!

A reed sheng dance danced uphill to the moon, and the crowd dispersed in twos and threes.

Li Junge took Ayin's hand and walked back, only to find that the road in the village was so narrow.

After thinking about it, it couldn't be that the road had narrowed, so he asked the old man, who had been serving as a folk consultant by his side, how many people had come to the village this time.

The old man couldn't laugh anymore: "Your son-in-law is really a big set! The sons-in-law of other families are busy, and you don't care about anything, and you don't even know how many guests there are." ”

Li Junge said with a smile: "I'm not familiar with the rules, it's not that I don't want to do it, but I'm afraid that I will make a mistake and break taboos." ”

The old man walked forward with one hand behind his back, stretched out one hand, opened five fingers and shook it: "The old man himself invited this number." ”

Li Junge said: "Five households?

The old man smiled and said, "Look down on your grandfather so much? Fifty! The number of households! According to the number of people, it is two hundred people!"

Li Junge was taken aback: "Can you live at home?"

The old man smiled: "They are all blood relatives, and if they can't do it, they will be even, but it is not easy to be even, and the average family is estimated to have fifty or sixty people." ”

"Fortunately, we don't care about where we live, we can squeeze any room and don't need to sleep in a bed. Hahahaha......"

Li Junge said: "I'll just say why there are so many people! This is far beyond the reception capacity of the B&B!"

The old man said: "Just kidding, who doesn't want to come to participate in the big festival that has been reopened in 53 years? Now the entire Xiasi Village is full of old men and old ladies who can't come, but anyone who can come has rushed over with crutches." ”

Back at home, except for Grandpa Yu, who was still guarding the altar, several village elders took turns to talk to him, and everyone had already rested.

Sure enough, the hall was full of people.

Grandpa Yu was in good spirits, and when he saw Li Junge and them coming back, he smiled and said, "I left a room for you, you should also go and rest early, don't worry about the conditions these days." ”

Li Junge said with a smile: "Actually, no, when we are guarding the eldest and second in the mountains, we can't settle anywhere." ”

Grandpa Yu was still in a funny mood: "This is also what everyone means, everyone thinks that you are the mountain god in the world, and a little special treatment should be given, go ahead, you have to prepare a dustpan rice tomorrow." ”

Ah Yin stuck out her tongue, took Li Junge by the hand, carefully stepped over the crowd with her feet, and went to the room where she and Li Junge rested in the back room.

On the morning of the 15th, Li Junge got up and scanned the circle and asked several families how many guests there were, but they all knew only a rough idea.

Forty or fifty bars...... Seventy or eighty bar...... I do not know......

No one seems to be bothering to keep an accurate number, and in their opinion, it is completely unnecessary.

Back at home, Yin's father and two uncles had already begun to direct everyone to prepare the dustpan rice.

First, steam a large basket of glutinous rice, cook a piece of pork, and then prepare a bowl of dry dipping bowl made of chili pepper and salt, put it in a dustpan, and put a handful of cuttings to prepare for cutting the meat into small pieces, which is dustpan rice.

Grandma Ou, Mother Ni, and Aunt Miao began to dress up for the girls who came to the house, because there was a large-scale reed sheng dancing activity after the dustpan rice ceremony.

At noon, the priests from all walks of life came to Ayin's house one after another, and the priests' attire also appeared to be upright, with blue robes, a sabre with a sheath in their hands, and a white silk loosely held on the scabbard, and a black umbrella, with a turban wrapped around their headscarves, and on the turban there was a small dried fish called "Nao Male Nairi" wrapped in turban rope.

Ayin and the others were also dressed up, and they also wrapped a small dried fish with hemp rope around their heads, ready to participate in the grand procession.

People from all over the family came one after another, carrying the prepared dustpan rice to the open dam outside Ayin's house, hundreds of dustpans, plus personnel, Ayin's open dam could not stand, so the team had to line up on the road to the forest farm.

And the old man and their foreign guests began to walk towards the big square under the village.

After a while, the families arrived one after another, and then Grandpa Yu raised his dustpan rice for everyone to see, as if he was showing something, and his mouth was still speaking loud Miao language, like poetry and songs, but the folk consultant had already left, and Li Junge couldn't understand what he was talking about.

Then everyone carried the dustpan rice to the main square for the guests from outside to enjoy.

Li Junge was finally assigned a job to carry the flag and open the way with Miao Wa.

Miao Wa carried the drum and Tibetan flag that marked the Hanging Heaven Village, and Li Junge carried the drum and Tibetan flag that marked Ayin's house.

The reed sheng mango tube team followed behind them, and the leader was still the reed sheng team apprentice who shook the bell with the thatch in his hand yesterday, but the team did not blow the reed sheng and the mango tube on the road, but just took it, and it seemed that it would wait until it reached the main square before starting to play.

This was followed by a procession carrying the dustpan rice, each carrying its own family.

For Li Junge, there are too many mysteries about the Drum Tibetan Festival, for example, he found out when he turned around by chance, and he was also particular about carrying the dustpan rice, and he didn't see anyone change shoulders or pause along the way.

Behind the team carrying the dustpan rice, there is the grandfather Yu surrounded by the village elders, and behind the grandfather, there are female family members and relatives such as Grandma Ou, Mother Ni, and Ayin.

Followed by the mighty priests with sabers, perfectly demonstrating what it means to be a spiritual leader and a military leader.

Then there are men with buffalo horns filled with wine.

These rice wines all come from the horn wine used to worship ancestors yesterday.

The team came to the main square, where a huge crowd had gathered, all dressed up and colorful and displaying.

After the team circled the field a few times, the dustpan rice was placed in the middle of the main square, the drum and the flag were planted, and the reed sheng team leaned their instruments on the flag.

At this time, an old man stood up and shouted loudly to announce the distribution of dustpan rice.

The people of each village took away the dustpan rice they had been allocated, and shouted loudly for the people of their own village to come and eat.

The eating method is very rough, everyone squats around the dustpan, takes a plug or scissors to cut the meat, grabs the meat dipping in the seasoning in the bowl, and then eats it with sticky rice.

Male hostesses holding horns filled with rice wine begin to parade through the main square and toast to the guests.

The Miao family toasts the thief for fun, and they don't need the guests to serve the cups, they can only use their mouths to catch the horns, and often a bad match is poured over, and the square is immediately filled with all kinds of laughter and liveliness.

Only then did Li Junge notice that except for the priests and the people in Grandpa Yu's family, there was no such small dried fish called "Naixiong Nairib" on the heads of others.

When I asked the priest, the priest couldn't say for sure, but said that this was the old rule, and there was a small dried fish on the head, which was equivalent to a status symbol on the Guzang Festival.

Whether it is the next reed sheng dance, or the later Laniu Xuantang, when others see you with small dried fish on your head, they will know the identity of your main family or the main priest, and they will be more polite.

After eating the dustpan rice, it was almost evening, and the anxious girls ran to the fields to dress up, and the young men and women were dressed a little differently from the usual days, and there were a lot of chicken feathers on the clothes as decorations, which were beautiful bird clothes.

Li Junge felt that Yang Guifei's neon clothes and feathers back then were inspired by this.

Finally, a large-scale reed sheng dance, the drum Tibetan moon dance, began.

This is a collective activity of young people, and the Miao people call dancing in a circle a circle, and dancing in a circle in the moonlight is called a moon jump.

The square is lit up and there is no need for a bonfire as usual, but the atmosphere is very lively, much more lively than the carnival in the West.