The pig sacrifices the white tiger to rest in peace,

Willow beats the villain to moisten the throat pear.

The drizzle is like a wash,

Soft wind cut green ancient people's question.

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Frightened and anxious, but also likes to be lively. No, I took Meng Jiuzhou to the villages around the mountains and forests.

Many families in the village are killing pigs, and the sound of pigs snorting and barking echoes in the village.

Most of the hosts of rural people are hospitable, for the original guests, as long as there is no malice, they will get acquainted with each other when they say two words, welcome them into the home, and cook a big meal that they are not even willing to eat at their own home on weekdays to the guests from afar, so as to show welcome and attention.

Stunned and the hostess of a farmhouse chatted for a few words, and the hostess welcomed Stunned and Meng Jiuzhou to the house.

In the middle of the courtyard, there are several large drums, the drum body of red lacquer, and the drum surface of cowhide, although this drum is very large, it can be seen that each part is very exquisite.

Seeing Meng Jiuzhou and the stunned staring at the drum, the hostess of the farmer explained: "The drums at home, catch up with the solar terms in the past few days, the sky is thundering, and we will also cover the drum skin, don't you put it in the yard, don't be too messy!" ”

"Auntie, no, it's just that this drum is so exquisite!" Meng Jiuzhou hurriedly stopped and praised randomly.

The hostess said with some pride: "Hey, it's nothing, it's all a craft left by the ancestors, and the younger generations feel tired and don't make money, and now they don't want to learn it!" ”

As she spoke, the hostess couldn't help but sigh at the loss of this old craft, "I'm afraid not many people will make this kind of handmade drum in the future." Nowadays, many of these old crafts have been lost......"

"Look at me, if you waste so much, sit in the house!" Saying that, the hostess opened the door and welcomed Jing Yu and Meng Jiuzhou in.

After settling Kyushu and settling down, the hostess hurriedly went out again, "I'll go to give you the white tiger, we have the custom of sacrificing the white tiger here, and you will also follow the customs of the countryside to participate." ”

The hostess brought two pieces of yellow paper, and two oily pork rinds, which were cut into the shape of a tiger and painted with black tiger stripes on them, and the pork rinds looked like freshly killed pigs.

"Although these folk traditions are no longer popular, we rural people are still accustomed to using such customs to place some prayers for a stable life and a good harvest. This sacrifice to the white tiger is to pray that there will be no villain words in this year. ”

The head of the farmer's hostess was the Tao, which attracted the interest of Meng Jiuzhou and the stinger.

"But Auntie, what kind of sacrifice is this?" Kyushu was puzzled.

Looking at Kyushu's curious look, the hostess spoke softly, "It's not difficult, just cover the white tiger with pork, so that it can't gossip!" ”

Kyushu nodded, and completed the small ceremony of "sacrificing the white tiger" as the farmer's hostess said.

Soon the male owner of the farmer's family also came in in a hurry, "The rice is not yet cooked, I brought two pears, you give them to the two dolls to eat, the fire is strong in the spring, moisten the throat!" ”

"Okay, I'll let them eat first, let's go cook!" The hostess gave the two pears to Kyushu and the sting, "You eat first, it's not enough to care about me, don't share a pear for two people to eat, just put it away if you can't finish eating." ”

The hostess and the man went out to cook, leaving Kyushu and Surprise to eat pears, but they also trusted this person and an immortal very much.

Shocked was called a doll, although it was a little embarrassing, but more of it still experienced the closeness and sincerity of this farmer.

Let's say that this sting came here, and the thunderstorm followed, and the farmers watched the sky go down and hurriedly packed their things.

Shocked to see that the arrival of himself and Kyushu had brought trouble and trouble to this rural family, he hurriedly thanked him and said goodbye to this family.

The next day is the day when the spring equinox should come out, and the sting will take Kyushu all the way to wander around.

A slight drizzle hit the branches, and the green branches and leaves were like washed jasper, revealing a watery smell.

The thin willow leaves on the bank of the river, like a bend of smoke eyebrows, the willow branches hang their heads, blown by the spring breeze, and reflect colorful reflections on the water surface, just like the ladies who dressed in the mirror in ancient times, demure and gentle.

Kyushu couldn't help but think of an ancient poem he had learned: "I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, and the spring breeze in February is like scissors." ”