At eight o'clock in the morning, Yang Sijun habitually opened his eyes, and was thinking about catching the first bus, when he suddenly shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"I almost forgot, I'm out of work."

After a brief wash, Yang Sijun walked out of the room and came to the courtyard, where his mother was already busy in the kitchen.

The early morning sun was still bright, illuminating the whole yard warmly, Yang Sijun did stretching exercises, moved his body briefly, and then picked up a broom and began to sweep the fallen leaves in the yard.

"Junjun? Don't be busy, you can't finish sweeping this leaf, the meal will be ready soon, you go and set the table first. ”

"Good!"

Yang Sijun put down the broom, moved the dining table in the corner of the wall to the courtyard, wiped it with a rag, and then washed his hands.

Dang Cuilian walked out of the kitchen with two plates of cold dishes and put them on the dining table.

"Drink bud grain porridge today, you go and call your dad, he went to the field again."

"Good!"

Yang Sijun walked out of the gate and walked towards an apple orchard, where the wheat fields were green and green, and a few pheasants could occasionally be seen flying out of the wheat fields.

Yang Xuanhu was squatting on the ground and smoking a cigarette silently, and when he saw Yang Sijun coming, he hurriedly put out the cigarette.

"Dad, it's time to eat."

"Okay, back!"

……

After breakfast, Yang Sijun followed his father to the village cemetery and knelt on the ground to kowtow to his grandparents and burn paper.

"Grandparents, granddaughter has come back to see you, I hope you are happy over there, everything is fine at home, please rest assured."

Yang Sijun slowly put the paper money in his hand into the brazier, muttering to himself.

"Teacher Yang!! Teacher Yang!! ”

There was a shout, Yang Sijun turned around and found that it was a man in a white shirt and leather shoes, about twenty years old.

The man climbed up the hill, gasped, then looked at Yang Xuanhu and said, "Teacher Yang! The results of the provincial review are out, and you are now the non-genetic inheritor of our Chisha Village Blood Society! Now you can get a subsidy of 2,000 yuan a year. ”

Hearing this, Yang Xuanhu hurriedly nodded and said, "Really! Thank you so much, Secretary Xia! By the way, Junjun, this is the secretary of Xia Yuzhou, our poverty alleviation cadre in Chisha Village! ”

"Hello comrade! I'm Xia Yuzhou! ”

"Hello Secretary Xia, I'm Yang Sijun."

"Listen to Mr. Yang, you also graduated from Jinghai University?"

"Well, the 16th Academy of Materials."

"Really! I am in the Faculty of Arts in the 17th class. Speaking of which, I have to call you Senpai! ”

"Don't don't, Secretary Xia has tormented me." Yang Sijun nodded awkwardly.

"Let's go, go back to the house! Go back to the house and say. Yang Xuanhu said.

……

Shehuo is also called shooting tigers, which originates from witches.

In ancient times, people could not understand natural phenomena such as birth, old age, sickness and death, the sun, moon and stars, lightning and thunder, and could only imagine some supernatural powers, so gods of all sizes appeared.

Especially after the emergence of agricultural culture, people's desire for good weather and abundant grains has become stronger, and various sacrificial activities to worship gods and exorcise ghosts have appeared.

From the beginning of dancing with a mask on, to the pretending to be a fire that travels to the gods and welcomes the gods, in today's words, it is cosplay.

There are many types of fires, and according to the way of performance, there are horse fires, back fires, mountain fires, etc.

In general, they are dressed up as various gods and paraded through the streets.

The blood society fire is an alternative here, mainly pretending to be wicked and performing punishments.

The performers insert or smash into the head, chest, abdomen, back and other parts with hoes, guillotines, kitchen knives, axes, scissors, small benches, etc., half of which is exposed, looking bloody and terrifying.

The blood fire originated from the Zoroastrian religion that was all the rage during the Tang Dynasty.

Zoroastrian missionaries relied on illusion to attract believers, often performing eye-gouging and disembowelment, swallowing knives and spitting fire without hurting them.

This illusion was once banned, but it still retained a part of it in Huaxia, and after combining with Huaxia's original social fire, it formed a unique performance method of blood social fire.

……

Xia Yuzhou took a sip of tea and said, "Teacher Yang, have you ever thought about passing on this intangible cultural heritage skill?" ”

Yang Xuanhu: "Secretary Xia, I won't tell you, I've always wanted to find a suitable inheritor, but the current young dolls are not interested in this." ”

Xia Yuzhou: "Teacher Yang, you haven't thought about passing it on to women?" ”

Yang Xuanhu: "No, no, no, this skill has always been passed on to men and not to women." ”

Xia Yuzhou: "Teacher Yang, now that it's a new society, how can you still have the concept of patriarchy?" ”

Yang Xuanhu was silent, picked up a large jar of tea on the table, blew away the foam on the water, took a few sips, and then said: "Secretary Xia, this is really not my patriarchy. As the saying goes, scarcity is precious, and this blood fire is the unique secret of our Chisha Village, and everyone can make some money by relying on this craft to perform in other places. Once it is passed on to a woman, as soon as the woman gets married, won't this craft be passed on? This is ruining the rice bowl in our village, how can I hold my head up in the village in the future. If you want me to pass on the daughter, Secretary Xia, you can be my son-in-law, what's the matter? ”

Yang Sijun: "Oh, Dad, what are you talking nonsense?" ”

Yang Xuanhu: "Just kidding, kidding." ”

Xia Yuzhou: "It's okay, it's okay, then I'll leave first, you're busy!" ”

"I'll send you, Secretary Xia."

"No, no, no."

After Xia Yuzhou left, Yang Xuanhu looked at Yang Sijun and said, "Look at the people, they are one year younger than you, and now they are all officials, what about you?" I studied for a while, but I was unemployed, what a shame! ”

Yang Sijun was silent, and then said: "Dad, I feel that I am a little unlucky, the next time I am happy, give me a prick too, and get rid of the bad luck on my body!" ”

"That's right! You're finally enlightened! Yang Xuanhu smiled: "I told you a long time ago, there are gods in the head, what do you want to say about feudal superstition, this is something handed down by our ancestors, it is the intangible cultural heritage of our country, why is it feudal superstition?" ”

"Oh, Dad, I know it's wrong, just promise me, and when I get rid of bad luck, maybe I'll find a good job."

"Okay, tomorrow there is a show in our village in the town next door, and I will bring you with me then."

"Good! Is there any part of the performance? ”

"Perform "Wu Song's Bloody Battle of the Lion Tower", when the time comes, you will pretend to be Pan Jinlian, how about it?"

"Ah, why is this clip again, why don't you keep up with the times with this performance, if you perform a serf vs. a landlord, I think it should attract more young people."

Yang Xuanhu was silent for a moment, looked at Yang Sijun and said, "Huh...... What you said makes sense, we can rehearse this kind of play another day! ”