"Chief!" Two people in ordinary clothes at the door of the van raised their hands and saluted Makihara.

"Don't, don't!" Mu Yuan hurriedly waved his hand, "I'm not a chief!" ”

"Lieutenant Colonel Lin has just explained, let us listen to you everything!" Said the older man.

These two people saw Lin Jie and the others saluting Mu Yuan on the transport plane, what are Lin Jie and the others, that is the king of soldiers, and it is the object of envy and respect of every soldier, this respect is admiration that rises from the bottom of their hearts, not simply obedience to the commander. Although they didn't know anything about Mu Yuan, they were shocked from the bottom of their hearts to see a group of soldier kings collectively saluting this young man who was about twenty years old, pale, and a little thin.

Long Ling'er didn't let the two cars arrive at their destination, but sent them back in a border town, and transferred to the car that came to meet them from the clan and continued on their way.

"Here...... Is it Miao Village? Where is your hometown? Looking at everything in front of him, Makihara asked in surprise.

Green hills are undulating, wildflowers are blooming everywhere, streams, green vines, bees flying, butterflies dancing...... In the late spring when the north is still in the middle of the green buds, it is like the height of summer, and everything is intoxicating under the warm sunshine. From time to time, you can see a small village up and down the hillside, even if you enter the deep mountain, you can also see brick houses on the side of the road, and even you can see the propaganda slogans of "follow the party all the way" and "new era of socialism", but the architectural style here has the characteristics of the Miao people, and most of them are mainly stilted attics.

"What? Do you still think that Miao Village is still full of pure wooden tents? ”

Makihara nodded, he really thought so in his heart.

"That's a lot!" Long Ling'er said with a smile, "It's just some relatively remote old tribes, the roads are inconvenient, the stones can't be transported, and they are all built with trees, but these places that are open to traffic have long changed, even if they look similar in appearance, they are actually made of cement!" ”

Just after noon, the car came to a small village and town.

"Arrived?" He looked out of the car, "It's not like that!" ”

"You've been here?" Makihara asked.

"Nope!" "But my father said that the place where my aunt lives is beautiful, although it is also beautiful, but it is far from what I imagined!" ”

"Eat first, take a rest, and then we'll go over the mountain!" Ning Caichen said.

After lunch, a few people simply rested, and then continued to hurry, over a few hills, and a scene suddenly appeared in front of several people.

"Hey, I'm back!" Long Ling'er clasped her hands to her mouth and shouted loudly towards the valley, and the shouts echoed in the valley, waving away in a ring.

"This is Qianhu Miao Village, where Long Ling'er and I were born!" Ning Caichen greedily inhaled the fresh air and said proudly.

"It's beautiful!" He muttered to himself.

Under the bright sunshine, surrounded by mountains, a village suddenly appeared, the mist was shrouded, the pond was floating, and a gray tile roof inhabited between the green cypresses of the Cangshan Mountain, they spread and stretched along the mountain, like pieces of fish scales, like pages of armor, the momentum was shocking, and the posture was fascinating. Some of these small buildings are low and delicate, some are tall and mighty, some of them have a batch of flowers, some of them hang colors, all of which reveal the unique cultural atmosphere of the Miao people, which is an exotic style and a different kind of civilization.

"Let's go, let's go down the mountain!" Long Ling'er grinned, "Brother Muyuan, I'll bring you up again at night, when the lights are on, it's even more beautiful!" ”

All the way down the mountain, from time to time you can meet some old people and men and women dressed in Miao nationality, they looked at Mu Yuan and others curiously, and at the same time greeted Long Ling'er and Ning Caichen in the local language, and the two were also full of smiles, and talked with each other cordially.

Walking into the cottage, as soon as he arrived at the head of the village, Ning Caichen stopped.

"Makihara, my home has arrived!" Ning Caichen pointed to a small building under the hillside, "Do you want to go over and sit down?" ”

"Forget it!" Long Ling'er said with a grin, "I'm going to take Brother Muyuan to see the old witch, you better go back and be punished first!" ”

"Caichen, when I see my aunt, I will definitely come to visit your grandfather!" Makihara arched his hand.

"Okay!" Ning Caichen nodded, "Then I'll go back and prepare the meal first, and wait for you to come!" ”

Walking into the village for a while, the exotic customs that are different from the Han culture become more and more obvious, as if entering a new world, and the strong cultural atmosphere is overwhelming. On the side of the stone wall sat a few children of five or six years old, all wearing colorful pleated skirts, with huge silver locks hanging on their chests, and silver bells hanging from top to bottom of their clothes, and a series of pleasant sounds between their hands and feet. However, what attracted Mu Yuan the most was the huge silver crown on their heads, especially the silver crown of the girls, which was very eye-catching. A pair of silver horns are erected high, and the silver crown is composed of silver horse head circumference, silver sheets, silver flowers, silver finch, silver phoenix, etc., if you don't see it with your own eyes, it is difficult to imagine the delicacy and delicacy of this decoration.

"Grunda!"

"Grunda!"

Seeing Long Ling'er, these children all came over, running forward and screaming, while Long Ling'er pinched their little faces affectionately, took out exquisite small gifts and candies from their backpacks, and distributed them to each child in turn. The Miao surname of "Gedi" Long Ling'er corresponds to the Han surname "Dragon", and "Da" means "sister" in Miao language. However, this move stunned Mu Yuan, it was the first time he had seen Long Ling'er have such a warm side.

When they got the gifts, the children shouted happily and ran all the way to the village.

Suddenly, Muyuan and a few people heard the cheerful sound of music and drums coming from the village, which was sandwiched with a very melodious flute.

"Is it a holiday today?" Makihara asked curiously.

Miao people believe in animism, worship nature, worship ancestors, there are many festivals, there are about 20 festivals in a year, the most important of which are Miao Year and Spring Festival. In addition to the traditional annual festivals and sacrificial festivals, there are also festivals related to eating, such as: duck eating festival, eating new festival, fish killing festival, tea picking festival and so on.

"No, it's here to greet you!" Long Ling'er said with a smile, "Brother Muyuan, your alcohol consumption seems to be a little poor, you have to take it easy for a while!" ”

"Greet me?"

Before Mu Yuan could react, several of them were welcomed into a huge village by a group of Miao women in strange costumes, nearly a hundred Miao people were divided into two teams, one by one, and several Miao women in costume stood in the center, holding a horn cup in their hands. If it is a distinguished guest from afar, the Miao people are accustomed to invite guests to drink horn wine first, this kind of wine can not be refused, if you can't drink, you must politely explain the reason, otherwise it is extremely rude.

Mu Yuan and Lian Ruo were relieved of their strength, so they had to probe others to feed a full cup of wine, but fortunately, this wine is a special rice wine made by the Miao people, not only is it not strong, but it is extremely sweet. Niwa lay on Muhara's shoulder, also poked his head, grabbed the horns with his little paws and took two sips, his small eyes blinked, revealing a very intoxicated appearance.

After drinking the horn wine, the others wanted to continue toasting, but they were stopped by Long Ling'er, and she muttered something, leading the disaster to Xingtian and Zhao Ren behind her. As soon as these Miao girls heard this, they drank it, and then they ran over seven or eight similarly dressed women, all holding a half-catty wine jug in their hands, they stood side by side, the spout followed the spout, and they lined up in turn, aiming the spout at Xingtian and Zhao Ren's mouths like a relay race, and poured it all the way.

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