The blue sky, spotlessly clean and crystal clear. Clouds are reflected in the clear river water, and the microwave like fish scales and the turquoise water of the river in turn add to the color of the floating clouds.

On the edge of the stockade, the grassy slope near the river is flat and green, like a huge green carpet, giving people the urge to lie down and roll a few times. In the middle of the grassy slope, a new tree has set up a camphor tree with a high height and cut most of the branches and leaves, and there is a red silk and a red cloth bag hanging on the top of the tree, which is the "flower tree". Under the flower tree, a lacquered and shiny strip-shaped offering table is placed, and on the table are fine wine, fragrant tea, reed sheng and other things.

Dressed neatly, Siwei walked to the flower tree, poured wine into the cup, raised his glass to the sky, looked up at the sky, he muttered for a moment, then bent down slightly, slowly sprinkled the wine on the ground in an arc, and then raised the second and third glasses of wine.

After the wine sacrifice was over, the reeds chirped in unison. A few middle-aged people took the lead, and a number of young people followed, playing joyful and cheerful reed sheng dance music, and dancing in circles around the flowers and trees that symbolize unity, prosperity and auspiciousness. The reed sheng song is constantly changing, some of the emotions are warm, the rhythm is bright, the dance posture is vigorous, full of optimism and passion, giving people a wonderful feeling; Some of them have a soothing rhythm, like a trickle, giving people a joyful and celebratory atmosphere.

Not far from the flowers and trees, there is a mat shed, the tables and chairs are complete, fragrant tea, fine wine, dishes, melons and fruits are placed on the table, the old Siwei Zhai sits on the chair, and in the middle sits the fat Burmese style toast fork like a pig.

In the dance music played by the reed sheng, the men of the Mengshan Gram tribe stepped in unison, danced their arms, and circled the flowers and trees, advancing and retreating freely. But he didn't want to appreciate it, he just opened his eyes, which were usually squeezed into a line by the flesh on his face, and licked the faces of the girls standing on the flower slope like a greedy hungry dog. The pores of the body full of evil desires seemed to be swollen, and they were terrifyingly ugly.

Of course, for a man, a young man, the most eye-catching thing on the flower slope is, of course, the young girl standing on the flower slope. Every time jumping on the flower slope, the girls of the Mengshan Ke nationality have to dress up and dress up, one by one is more beautiful than the other, and from the embroidery or batik on the dress with a variety of patterns, you can see the exquisite embroidery skills of each other, the dexterity of the hands.

These prettyly dressed young girls either stopped to watch with oil umbrellas, or laughed in groups of three or five, or walked into the sea of people with blushing faces. Occasionally he opened his mouth and smiled, revealing a mouthful of silver teeth, like a bright flower that suddenly bloomed, but it quickly closed again.

There are so many beauties, the eyes are not enough, and I secretly resented Siwei in my heart: This old fox, if he hadn't heard about the "**" thing, he didn't know how long he would hide these beauties? Hmph, if you want to please me now, I'm afraid it's too late. The barbarian Tuguan thinks about it, and he is also salivating about it, and he is eager to make it a fact!

A few regretful exclamations made the soul of the cha cha temporarily divert his attention, it turned out to be a young Mengshan Ke descendant while playing the sheng, while trying to climb to the top of the flower stalks, take off the red silk and red cloth packets, but gave up halfway, unsuccessful. This is a kind of competition, and whoever can climb to the top of the pole with the sheng blowing, take off the prize, and then blow the sheng down, is considered the winner.

"Lord Siwei Village!" Fork suddenly thought of something, so he tilted his head, and said to Siwei with a smile: "I heard that you have a daughter, who is as beautiful as a flower, but she hides it deeply, I don't know if it's true or not?" ”

"It's true." Siwei didn't hide it, and said with a respectful smile: "Although the little girl is still good-looking, she is still young, so she rarely sees people's faces, and she hides it deeply. ”

"Young? I don't know if you can let me see it, but it's like a fairy outside! The fat eyelids of the fork slowly moved twice, and the greedy eyes showed a bit of animality.

Siwei seemed to hesitate for a moment, then nodded a little helplessly, and said, "Lord Tusi, the little girl is resting in the bamboo building in the village, why don't you wait for the end of this place to go?" ”

"Go now!" Fork said in an irrefutable tone: "It's better to leave this place to other village elders." As he spoke, he struggled to move his fat body, and the two Burmese soldiers behind him immediately stepped forward to support.

Siwei dragged his feet and led the way, sneering secretly in his heart: This is your own death, which saved me a lot of hands and feet. Not far away, Menghe, who had been paying attention to the movement in the shed, turned cold, waved his hand, and followed behind with a few strong tiptoes.

Decades of forbearance and obedience paralyzed the Burmese Tusi Cha Cha and the Barbarian Mo Tuguan line, and Yongli and the small court took refuge in Burma, which increased their arrogance and diluted their due vigilance. Just imagine, the Ming Dynasty has declined, and there is even a danger of extinction, and the Mengshan Ke people have no foreign help, how can they still have the intention of rebellion, and they are not allowed to be pinched and flattened by the Burmese.

The bamboo building is elegant and quiet, and after entering, you will smell a fragrance, which is refreshing. Fork Gang was refreshed, and his fat and inconvenient body seemed to have added a lot of strength, and he climbed up the stairs.

"Toast-sama." Siwei hurriedly reminded: "The little girl is unseen, very shy and easy to be frightened, these two are armed with sharp weapons, I'm afraid they are-"

Fork rolled his fat eyelids, waved his hand impatiently at the two Burmese soldiers, stepped on the stairs creaking, and slowly climbed up himself. I heard that this woman is unparalleled in beauty, like a fairy, today-well, the building near the water gets the moon first, and if she starts late, she will be taken advantage of by the thinking line. Thinking like this, the fat on his face trembled with excitement.

When I got up to the bamboo building, my eyes lit up and I looked around.

Siwei had already taken the lead, blocking his sight, and went straight to the bedroom door, and called softly: "Ah Zhu, Ah Zhu, Lord Tusi is here, and he hasn't come up to greet him." ”

Fork swallowed his spit and looked at Siwei's back expectantly.

For a long time, Siwei's body did not move, and he did not see the female voice answer.

"What's wrong?" Fork moved his fat body and stepped forward with a displeased face.

There were two screams from downstairs, and Fork stopped in astonishment, and before he could ask, Siwei suddenly turned around, and the dagger in his hand stabbed straight into Fork's stomach, and then slashed down hard, and a bunch of bloody fragments flowed in Fork's footsteps.

With a miserable howl, he fell to his knees at once, staring into his eyes in disbelief, and his strength quickly disappeared with the gushing of blood and internal organs.

"Brute, remember." Siwei's face was hideous, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I am the grandson of Meng Yang Sihong, the local official of Meng Yang of the Ming Dynasty, and I will take revenge today." ”

It didn't take long for the cheerful and peaceful Flower Jumping Festival to turn into a battlefield of revenge as the rumbling of drums sounded. In the screams of blood, the male and female warriors of the Mengshan Gram tribe drew their weapons and attacked suddenly, killing the Burmese soldiers who were caught off guard one by one, and violently venting out the humiliation and oppression they had suffered for decades.