He Shiren's face suddenly became bitter when he heard this, and he asked the guide in disbelief: "What she said is true?" ”

Wu Dahaha laughed: "Yes, Mrs. Liu didn't hear it wrong. ”

"Songli Ah Gong is the best at persuading wine in our village, Liu Langjun, you have drunk some ...... at night"

He Shishi suddenly felt that his head was big, and he waved his hand again and again: "I can't drink." ”

"It's a custom in our land." Wu Da looked at him funny, "And you just agreed, Lang Jun can't refuse." ”

He Shishi closed his mouth tightly and only shook his head solemnly.

When they passed through the stockade, they fell in front of the bamboo building where the patriarch was.

Because he is the patriarch of the Aning tribe, this place is quite spacious, and there is a large open space in front of the bamboo building for the people of the village to use when they come to gather.

The old patriarch stood on the bamboo tower and saw them coming from a distance, bringing his wife and children down to greet them.

In the courtyard in front of the bamboo building, there is a long line of several cases, on which are wine bowls full of wine.

When the group of them came, the old patriarch raised the wine bowl and saluted them.

Uda, who was smiling on the side, explained: "This is our etiquette to welcome guests. As soon as you have entered our village, you are the guests in the village. This welcome wine has to be drunk. ”

Do you really want to drink? He Shishi's face is bitter, he doesn't really want to get people drunk, right?

He Lingjiang had already stepped forward, took the wine bowl, and drank it all.

This wine is a fruit wine, and it has a bit of sweetness in the cold, which is good.

She handed the wine bowl back and thanked the old patriarch in the language of Nanzhao.

The old patriarch was a little surprised in his eyes, and then smiled: "You, the little lady of Da Zhou, can actually say something about our Nanzhao?" ”

The corners of He Lingjiang's lips curled slightly, and he said with a light smile: "I have always been yearning for the beautiful scenery of Nanzhao, and I have learned some by myself in the past, and now I have really traveled here, which is somewhat useful." ”

The old patriarch nodded, but his attitude towards them was obviously a little more enthusiastic.

Nanzhao has been attached to the Great Zhou Dynasty for a long time, and the culture and language of the Great Zhou Dynasty have imperceptibly influenced the Southern Zhao.

Although the various tribes do not like the Zhou people, they will more or less learn two sentences of the Great Zhou dialect due to the demand for trade.

Although the old patriarch is old, he can also say a few rough words.

In addition, there is also Uda, the guide in the middle, and there is no obstacle for a group of people to communicate.

After drinking the welcome wine, the old patriarch welcomed them to the bamboo tower.

There is a wooden ladder next to the bamboo building that connects with the upper and lower floors, and there is a corridor on the floor where the residents live, about half a zhang wide.

The hall in the middle is the welcome room, and each room on both sides is divided into several small rooms, which are the inner rooms for the residents.

Now that the guests have arrived, the feast must be prepared.

The ladies of the patriarch's family went to work and set up, while the rest of the people sat and chatted.

At this moment, I heard a shouting sound from outside the house.

Wu Da looked at the old patriarch, with a smile on his face: "Patriarch, Ah Gong said that he wanted to accompany the guests, you see, this is here......"

"He's an old boy!" The old patriarch smiled and said, "Who has a guest, and when will he not come?" ”

This person in Songli has always been a good drinker and a good song, and he is extremely enthusiastic. If any of the families in the village had a guest come to the door, they would invite him to come to the banquet to accompany him and talk and persuade him to drink.

But this time it was the Zhou people from other places, and the old patriarch thought that he would set up a banquet at home, invite them to eat quietly, sleep for a while, and then send the people away.

Na Cheng thought, but let this old boy smell the wine.

The old patriarch waved his hand helplessly: "Go, go and invite him up." ”

When Song Li Ah Gong went up to the bamboo building, he greeted everyone, but in the meantime, in addition to He Lingjiang and the guards could understand, others could only guess.

"Alright, Songli, sit down quickly." The old patriarch waved his hand, "You say so much, but the guests may not all understand what you mean." ”

Song Li Ah Gong was not discouraged: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, our Aning Ministry's intention to persuade wine is all based on singing." I sing this drinking song, but it is a must. ”

At this time, the wine and food are served.

The old patriarch beckoned everyone to use the dishes, and Song Li Ah Gong also lifted the wine jug, poured them full of wine one by one, and opened his throat and sang.

Not to mention, Songli Ah Gong looks old, but this good voice sings very loudly.

For a while, the banquet was full of laughter, which can be described as a joy for the guests.

Although the people of the Aning Department were hospitable, they did not force the guests to drink, and He Lingjiang and the others drank two glasses slightly, and Song Li Ah Gong no longer forced them.

It was bitter for the poet, who had replied to Song Li Ah Gong with great enthusiasm, but now he decided that he wanted to entertain the distinguished guests, but poured him a lot of wine.

By the time the table was eaten, He Shiren was already drunk.

The old patriarch glared at Song Li and Ah Gong: "Look at you old boy, you have drunk the guests." ”

Song Li Ah Gong drank another glass of wine and squinted his eyes in satisfaction: "If you are drunk, you will be drunk." When guests come to our village, they just stay for an extra day or two. ”

"Tomorrow, it is the March Flower Festival in our village, and the guests are a good time to be young, so you might as well follow along with the lively and lively."

"Oh?" Hearing about the March Flower Festival, He Lingjiang couldn't help but be interested: "We can also participate in this festival?" ”

Aning was not far from Yinsheng, and it was only a day or two away.

He Lingjiang was not in a hurry at this time, but wanted to know more about the local situation in Nanzhao.

In the land of Nanzhao, although there are also Zhou people who trade and trade, they are a minority after all.

A group of them, even if their faces are retouched, the Zhou people's outfits are still too eye-catching after all.

There are many Nanzhao tribes, so they might as well pretend to be people from one of the tribes, so it is much more convenient to go back and forth.

Now stopping here in the Aning Department is just an opportunity.

Song Li said fairly: "Why not, you are guests from afar, so you can naturally participate in the grand event in the village." ”

"Perhaps, you can still find your favorite lady or Lang Jun here......" He couldn't help laughing.

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He Lingjiang now understands what kind of festival this March Flower Festival is.

Co-authoring is a festival for young men and women to look at each other and complain to each other, which is somewhat similar to the Shangyuan Festival, Shangsi Festival and Qiqiao Festival of the Great Zhou.

It's just that these festivals in the Great Week, men and women look at each other and are also subtle and introverted, and they are silent. But listening to the words of Song Li Ah Gong, this March Flower Festival is much more straightforward.

If it is a festival, then I will stay here for another day, so that I can talk to the people in the village, learn about the situation of the Aning Department, and then dress up more handy.

Later, when I arrived at Yinsheng, I was able to see the opportunity to act.

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