As the mulberry priest said, after the carriage had traveled for two quarters of an hour, a village surrounded by thatched houses appeared not far in front of everyone.

With the prior prompting of the Sang Festival, Jiang Fu left the two men in the carriage and let the fair lady carry the water bladder and enter the village with the two of them.

The soil in southern Xinjiang is not the same as in Ming Xia, it is not firm and dry land, but wet and soft black soil, which is like stepping on a blanket, which also means that it is very suitable for planting all kinds of plants, but it is difficult to build roads.

Therefore, it is inconvenient for all parts of southern Xinjiang to communicate with each other, and the country is not rich.

Jiang Fu's embroidered shoes are very inconvenient to walk on such a land, and they are already dirty after only a few steps.

"This land is like a muddy ground that has just thawed in spring, and when you get to the city, you have to buy a pair of sheepskin boots for the young lady, or you will have to walk well with mud."

My fair lady said while rubbing the mud under her feet.

Jiang Fu didn't say anything, but stopped at the gate of the village.

The gate of the village is a wooden frame, and there is no door panel to cover it, so you can see the villagers inside when you stand outside.

In the village, men in twos and threes are wearing linen robes, sitting together in twos and threes, some are making clay billets in their hands, some are sitting at the door "squeak, squeak" spinning the spinning wheel, some people are pacing on the ground with children in their arms, and some people are sitting at the door washing vegetables and picking vegetables.

Occasionally, a few women walked by, all of them wearing short-sleeved trousers and carrying farm tools, as if they had just returned from the field.

"Where did you come from? What are you doing here? ”

A dark-skinned woman with a hoe walked from behind Jiang Fu and the two, looked at the two with full eyes and asked.

Jiang Fu turned her head and saw that she had short hair cut to her ears, and her mouth opened slightly in surprise, and she quickly came back to her senses and replied:

"We are passing by, and we want to come to the village to ask for some water to drink, but we don't know if it's inconvenient."

When the short-haired woman saw the water bladder in their hands, she relaxed and invited them into the village to rest very kindly.

"What's inconvenient about a sip of water, you guys come in first."

Jiang Fu thanked her, and followed the woman to reach out to the village, she and my fair lady were wearing Mingxia clothes, and as soon as they entered the village, they were tragically watched.

Women in Mingxia rarely go far away, let alone go abroad to come to southern Xinjiang alone, and it is the first time they have seen a woman dressed in Mingxia.

"My name is Zhava, and I am the patriarch here, and we rarely have outsiders here, so they are inevitably curious, don't care."

The short-haired woman smiled heartily and led the two to the door of her room.

Jiang Fu shook her head, and also looked at the women who were either tied in ponytails or had short hair, and she also felt novel.

"It doesn't matter, it's the first time I've come to the southern frontier, and I feel new to see anything."

Zhava seemed to know what she meant by novelty, and touched her short-cut hair.

"We don't pay so much attention here, how to be comfortable.

But you are different from other Mingxia people, and you don't have so many old rules in your mouth. ”

You know, the first time you see them, the vendors always look at their heads as if they have two heads.

Jiang Fu has listened to Jiang Guangyao since she was a child, talking about this woman who can hold up half the sky, and listening to the story of him about Hua Mulan and the female general, so she never felt that women were weak, let alone self-despise.

Now that he has seen the women of the Wuyi tribe with his own eyes, Jiang Fu understands where his father's idea came from, presumably he saw with his own eyes how much power women can have when he traveled to southern Xinjiang, so he never felt that women should be vassals of men.

"I think it's good to have long hair or short hair, as long as you like it.

Whoever only lives once in his life, he can say whatever others like, and he can't wronged himself for the sake of others' unhappiness. ”

Jiang Fu's words can be regarded as entering the heart of the gate.

Many people accuse them of being yin and yang, saying that they are against Tiangang, but they don't know how happy they are.

You don't have to rely on a man's snort, if you want a child, you can find someone to live with, and if you don't want a child, you can live alone, like a free bird.

And they are not enslaving men, as long as they are willing to become the son-in-law of the five men, the women who wear linen robes will take care of them and protect them, if they are not willing to become the sons-in-law, the women of the five are also married, just see if he has the ability to marry away.

But some of the ants on the ground just like to point at the birds in the sky.

Zhava liked Jiang Fu very much, and felt that her open-minded and free personality was not like that of the Central Plains, so she not only warmly entertained the two of them, but also gave her a pair of sheepskin boots made by herself when Jiang Fu was leaving, and gave her a lot of snacks and fruits.

"If you hadn't been in a hurry, I'd have loved to keep you in the village for a few more days.

You wear this, and no matter where you are, you will be a sister of the Five Thirty, and our people will protect you. ”

Zha Wa said as he tied a red rope to Jiang Fu's wrist with his own hand.

Jiang Fu nodded obediently, she couldn't see any difference between this red rope and ordinary rope, but there was a faint medicinal fragrance on it, which smelled very good.

In return, Jiang Fu gave her the purse she had embroidered by herself and the gold leaves inside, and then walked back to the carriage parked at the bottom of the hillside with a bunch of things.

Yang Cheng saw her coming back with a bunch of things, and his expression couldn't cry or laugh.

I didn't expect my young lady to be unpopular in the capital, but she was very popular in southern Xinjiang.

Sang Sai took the things and helped clean up, his expression was a little surprised when he saw the red rope on Jiang Fu's wrist, and his eyes flashed when he looked at the young lady who was talking to him, and then he showed a smile of relief.

The carriage set off again, and in order not to cause any trouble, several people did not enter any other villages along the way.

In the words of the Mulberry Festival, the beliefs and temperaments of each ethnic group here are different, and if you are unlucky enough to meet a murderous and aggressive person, you will not be able to go back when you enter the chassis of others!

It wasn't until night fell that Jiang Fu and the others found a small village to rest under the leadership of Yangcheng.

The village looked bigger than the Wuyi tribe, and the houses were mostly made of mud and tiles, and it seemed to be more affluent.

"I have been here when I came to southern Xinjiang with the head of the factory, the name of this village is Daohua Village, and the villagers have a gentle personality and make a living by growing rice.

They believe in the god of the harvest and believe that doing bad deeds will be cursed by the gods, and doing good deeds will be blessed by the gods, so strangers like to settle here. ”

It is not far from the Wuxi tribe, but it has been separated from the matriarchal society, and this small village is closer to equal rights than the patriarchy of Mingxia and the women's power of Wuxi.

Neither the male cultivator nor the female weaver is applicable here, women can plough the land or embroider, and men can hunt or bring babies.

A sturdy woman will be praised here for her good physical strength and ability to work, and a thin woman will be praised here for being gentle and attentive and taking care of the home.

Because they make a living from farming, their crops can be sold at a good price every year, so the villagers are richer.

The villagers are very hospitable, and the Yangcheng will come to work, so they have prepared various gifts and specialties early, and after a while, several families want to rush to stay for them.

"You choose for yourself, you can live in whoever you want, we are good at cooking regardless of gender, no matter who we live in, we will not be wrong."

The village chief was a middle-aged man in his forties, and he was accompanied by a woman about the same age.

Jiang Fu originally thought that the woman was the wife of the village chief, but when she asked, she found out that it was the deputy village chief, and there were some things that the men were not easy to get involved with, so she organized the women to solve them by themselves.

Jiang Fu thought this was very interesting, she had only heard of the female officer in the story, but she didn't expect to see it alive in this small village today.

In such an environment, there are only the capable and the incompetent, and appearance, gender, and origin cannot be the shackles that imprison them, and in such an inclusive and inclusive environment, it is no wonder that everyone has a smile on their faces.

Now is the harvest time, Jiang Fu and others are catching up with the harvest festival in the village these days, at night as soon as the sky is dark, a huge fire is lit in the center of the village, men, women and children draw the pattern of the sun with red berry juice on their foreheads, singing and dancing around the bonfire.

My Lady was tidying up in the house, and Jiang Fu was walking around the village with the mulberry sacrifice, occasionally chatting with a few enthusiastic villagers, and she liked to talk to them very much.

When it was completely dark, the village chief asked people to set up a large iron pot and boil a large pot of potatoes.

According to custom, everyone who eats potatoes is blessed by the gods for the following year.

Seeing this, Jiang Fu walked over there, and also wanted to be happy, but she didn't want to turn around and was pretended to be right, and then a burning sensation hit her thighs, which made her can't help but "hiss".

"I'm sorry to stain your skirt, take it off and I'll wash it for you."

She was bumped into by a young girl who looked to be in her early teens.

The little girl had never seen such a dress with flowers and butterflies on it, and when she saw the stains on the dress, she was about to cry.

Jiang Fu took out a handkerchief and wiped it casually, touching her little brain melon carelessly.

"It doesn't matter, I'll just go back and change it, where are you going to go with the medicine in such a hurry? Is there anyone in the family who is sick? ”

Seeing her tears rolling in her eyes, Jiang Fu hurriedly diverted the topic, afraid that she would really cry.

God knows, Jiang Futian is not afraid of the ground, he is afraid that the children will cry, and they will not listen to reason, and they can't be scared.

The little girl was really distracted, and explained to Jiang Fu with a bowl and a wink:

"It's not that my family is sick, it's that my grandma saw a foreigner last night, and my grandma said that he was poisoned, and my father went up the mountain to collect medicine to treat him today.

But I don't have a medicine jar at home, so I can only go to the village to boil medicine at Sister-in-law Wu's house. ”

Foreigners?

"Can you take me to your house?"

Jiang Fu didn't realize that there was such a coincidental thing, why didn't outsiders come here once in a hundred and eighty lifetimes, and there were two waves of one come?

I came by horse-drawn carriage, and if someone rode a horse before and after their departure, it would make sense to come here a while earlier than I did.

It can't be Yan Mingxi's person, right?

Will that old eunuch owe something too much, and he has to send someone to keep an eye on him when he goes out to study, there is no need.