Changbai Village, which has been inherited for more than 300 years, is impossible for others to imagine with its strong heritage.

Not to mention the side, just to say that the layout and construction of the houses in Changbai Village are very different from other mountain villages.

The overall layout of Changbai Village adopts east-west symmetry, except for a north-south main road in the middle, there are 16 intersecting alleys in the village.

And at the end of the main road in the middle is the ancestral house of the Jin family, behind the ancestral house is the ancestral hall of the nine departments, and there is a large square between the two, which is not only a place for the ancestors of the clan, but also a martial arts training ground in the clan.

Although the mountain temple of the mountain god of Changbai Mountain is located on the ridge of Changbai Mountain, it is also on the central axis of the ancestral house and ancestral hall, and is far away from the Wangyi Temple of Xiaobai Mountain.

In addition to the ancestral house of the Jin family and the mountain temple, the houses in Changbai Village are all typical courtyard houses with blue bricks and gray tiles, because the gates are all open in the south of the east end, shaped like a pocket, and commonly known as "pocket house".

The family of the patriarch of the Fucha tribe lived on the west side of the main road, closest to the ancestral house, which was a small courtyard house with two entrances.

In the main room, a beautiful woman who looked thirty or forty years old, but was half-aged and still charming, was crooked on the big kang by the window on the west side.

The house was burning with fire and kang, and as soon as she entered the house, there was a wave of heat coming to her face, so the beautiful woman was only wearing a blue-gray slanted single gown, and a pair of silver-gray pants underneath, except for a few golden longevity chrysanthemums embroidered on the gown, there was no other color.

But there is a lotus red hosta inserted in her bun, which becomes the finishing touch, so that this person's temperament is not too cold, and it does not look too delicate, and it is just right.

And at this moment, this beauty is sewing a piece of clothing, stitches and threads, very carefully, looking like a typical good wife and mother.

But if you look away from her and move it to the ground, it's kind of interesting.

I saw that in the Jin family's ancestral house, she seemed to be like a little white flower, and Songkriyierha completely lost that pitiful state, she knelt on the foot of this beauty, her face was expressionless, and she repeated what happened in the Jin family's ancestral house to the beautiful woman word for word without any emotion.

She didn't hear the beautiful woman's response, she didn't dare to interject or move, she only lowered her head, as if waiting for the final fate.

And the beautiful woman, after embroidering a pearl flower on the sleeve of her dress, and after carefully examining it, she showed a smile, as if she had not heard anything just now, and said to Songkri: "You Maha (father-in-law) like to wear the clothes I make, and you insist that I embroider a Nichong Yilha (pearl flower), saying that with this flower it is as if you carry me with you."

Although I don't understand what Nichong Yilha has to do with me, Nichuhe, if he wants, he will embroider it for him, and there is nothing to argue about.

That's pretty much what happened in the world, and the more you argue, the more wrong it becomes, Songkri, do you understand?"

This beautiful woman is Ni Chuhe, worthy of the name of the pearl of Guarjia, just looking at her appearance and temperament, she will never be able to see that she is in her fifties, and Songkri is together, this pair of aunts, nephews and mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law are like sisters.

And after Songkri heard Nichuhe's last words, he instantly turned white and put his forehead against Nichuhe's feet, "Auntie, Songkri knows that he is wrong!"

With the needle and thread in his hand at the moment, Nichuhe glanced at the niece and daughter-in-law, "Get up! Sonkri, you must know that I chose you because you have enough brains! ”

Songkri stood up, stood beside Nichuhe with low eyebrows, and said in a deep voice: "Auntie, Songkri is willing to be punished!"

Nichuhe waved his hand, "That's it, tell me what you think about this!"

"According to our observations over the years, although that girl is smart, she is soft-hearted, naïve, and can't stand things. It can be seen from Wang Jinzhu and Jin Shunxin that she is simply weak and bulliful, just like a bun that anyone can pinch a handful.

But from the later point of view, those three months seemed to be burdened with humiliation, but I didn't expect this girl to have such scheming, which is really surprising.

If she was really smart, she should know that she could not afford to offend anyone in the village.

And Jin Shunxin knows that her aunt doesn't see her and comes over every time, so it can be seen that she still thinks about her aunt in her heart, and with her temper, she will definitely say a lot of good things about her aunt to that girl.

It stands to reason that she has no reason and should not offend her aunt. ”

When Ni Chuhe heard this, he didn't even want to look at Songkeli anymore, so he only picked up a small pair of silver scissors and red paper from the small basket on the kang head, and prepared to cut the paper.

Paper-cutting is an important part of Manchu traditional culture, which is attached to the specific cultural background and living environment of Manchu folk, and has its own specific language and style of paper-cutting art.

Moreover, this is also a kind of folk art that carries the splendid and heavy culture of the Changbai Mountain area.

Although in this era, Manchu paper-cutting has not yet developed into the same as that of later generations, and has a certain influence at home and abroad.

But every New Year's Day, every Manchu family will cut paper and paste window flowers, which is also what every Manchu girl needs to learn, and it is a craft passed down from generation to generation by the elders.

Nichuhe was ingenious, when she was young, she was the best girl in the village, and after she got married, she was the best daughter-in-law of paper-cutting.

This year, she was originally going to cut a picture of the clan worshipping their ancestors, but since she learned that Yun Shu was going to come over to "stand up", she changed her mind.

I saw that the little silver scissors were as flexible as a fish in the water in her hand, and within a few clicks, she cut out the appearance of a little girl wearing a cheongsam.

And Songkri didn't know what he said wrong, even his aunt's face was quite good, so she boldly asked: "Auntie, Songkri is stupid, please teach your niece." ”

Nichuhe looked at the little girl cut out, it was a pity, she had only seen Sayi Sayil Ha yesterday, she had her own line, but there was no god, this cut out was scrapped.

If it's scrapped, it's naturally useless!

Nichuhe threw the paper cut in his hand on the table, the scissors in his hand were still moving on the red paper, but the speed slowed down significantly, and after listening to Songkri's words, he also opened his mouth.

"Our young master is really smart. I think the two grandchildren of the Tong family should tell her, because only she has the potential and qualifications to become a great shaman, so everyone in the village has to coax and respect her.

She, this is a temptation, a test of the bottom of the village, and you are just the chicken who happened to be the one who killed the chicken and set an example for the monkey.

If the village had to coax her, then this was just a child's temper, after all, the young master was just ten years old;

If the village forced her to apologize, she wouldn't be able to pat her ass and leave, after all, she didn't come in a hurry, what was the use of wanting this nominal young master?

Not to mention the position of the young master, it is the position of the lord, although it is expensive but vulgar, only the great shaman is the person closest to the mountain god. ”

Speaking of the words "mountain god", Nichuhe's tone carried an undisguised fanaticism.

At this moment, a man about thirty years old, with clear eyebrows and fifty percent resemblance to Ni Chuhe, walked in quickly, "Mother, something is wrong." ”

Nichuhe frowned and stopped what he was doing, "What does it look like to be flustered?"

"Sayi Sayir Ha has succeeded him as a shaman!"

"What?" "Songkri Yirha looked at his man in disbelief, how is this possible, how old is that hairy girl?

Although Ni Chuhe didn't speak, her hand was forced, and she only heard a "click", and the silver scissors had already cut off the head of the little girl in red.

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