(The festival is as scheduled, how can you miss it)

Soon, the maple tree in Buyan's house spread throughout the Witch Clan. These Witch Clan people believed that this was the deeds of the gods, and that it was the soul of Buyan's soul who wanted to continue to protect the Witch Clan.

In any case, this matter came to an end. However, Lan Feng and the other two came to find the descendants of the Wu Yue clan and the Great Sage of Tongfeng. However, at this moment, there is still no substantial progress in this clue.

Lan Feng thought that this would not be a solution. The three of them could not solve the doubt. If Mo Yun and Mu Zhizhi had the help of the mountain and viewing technique, it would probably be faster than if he was wandering around here.

Thinking of this, Lan Feng had the idea of ​​going to the 100,000 mountains to find Mo Yun and the other two.

The next morning, Lanfeng packed up his clothes and picked up Li Cheng to Xia Jiu. But Jiaoer muttered directly beside her. She held Ruoxue's hand and said, "Sister Ruoxue, tell Brother Lanfeng, let's leave after the New Year..."

Seeing the three of them looking childish, Xia Jiu heard that they wanted to walk towards the direction of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, he said, "You guys have also seen it. Now snow is falling outside the window. Some people here are so angry. If you enter the mountain at this time, no matter whether you are resistant to the cold, it will be difficult to find food.

Just listen to my uncle's advice, as Jiaoer said, after the New Year, I will bring my own dog and dry food to you. When I was young, I have visited the Hundred Thousand Mountains several times. The mountains and roads here are more familiar to you.

Look at your hurry, and my uncle didn’t take you to have a good time. It just so happened that this New Year, you can also feel the New Year atmosphere of my witch clan.”

Xia Jiu really likes Lan Feng and the other two. Although these three people have childishness on their faces, their words and conversations are less arrogant and more sincere.

Of course, Xia Jiu didn't know the identities of Lan Feng and the other two, but with this sincerity, it also made him feel acquainted by a man who grew up in the witch clan.

Ruoxue pinched the sweet-mouthed face, and she turned to Lanfeng and said, "Or, let's just listen to Uncle Jiu and leave after the New Year. I'm so rushing all the way, it's time to take a break. That matter is not too anxious."

Seeing that the family was as enthusiastic as ever, Lan Feng thought about it again after coming out of Luzhou, the group had been running around for a while for a while. No matter how urgent it was, he always needed to stop and sort out his thoughts carefully.

"Okay," Lan Feng took a deep breath. He stepped forward and touched Jiao'er's head and said, "Then let's go after the New Year. Uncle Jiu, we're messing with you for a while."

"Hahaha!" Xia Jiu smiled, "You dolls from the city, all the things are so tangible. In this way, if you have nothing to do in the afternoon, let me take advantage of the New Year's goods. There are three days left, so it's not enough to have a lottery ticket!"

After hearing this, Lan Feng and the other two nodded and said, and the other side also hugged Ruoxue when they saw Lan Feng responding.

After noon, Lanfeng and the other two followed Xia Jiu and Jiaoer out.

Jiaoer led Ruoxue in front, and Xia Jiu walked behind with a basket with Lan Feng Hai Yesheng. That day, the Jade Tower and the hamlet were in a hurry. At night, I only looked at the lights, but I didn't stroll around during the day.

There are five-colored dishes on the stall next to Shitou Road, red and white pork hung in the butcher shop, black fish closed in the sink, and some shops are filled with red paper lanterns and couplet firecrackers.

"Jiao'er," said Xia Jiu, "Go to your aunt's red paper firecracker, don't you like to play the most?"

Jiaoer was happy after hearing this

, immediately pulled Ruoxue into the grocery store.

"Two babies, come and go with me to buy some food." Xia Jiu brought Lan Feng and Hai Yesheng to a butcher. When the butcher saw Xia Jiu coming, he shouted: "Brother Jiu, why did you come today? If you are later, your casing will be gone."

Xia Jiu smiled and said, "You boy, don't come, I ask you to keep it for me. If it is gone, I will take my wife and children to your house for food this year!"

The butcher was also happy. He took out a large bag of broad leaves from the desk and half-unlocked the tied straw rope to reveal a hole.

He whispered to Xia Jiu: "Brother Jiu, don't say that my brother didn't take care of you. The New Year pig I just killed a few days ago. This casing is thin and crispy after being cooked. Six pounds and ten copper coins."

Xia Jiu nodded with a smile, wrapped the broadleaf and put it in a basket.

Lanfeng stepped forward and held Luo Kuang and said, "Uncle Jiu, let me carry it. The young man is strong!"

Seeing that Lan Feng was full of energy, Xia Jiu took off the basket and handed it to him.

The butcher looked at Lan Feng and Hai Yesheng and said, "Brother Jiu, who are these two little brothers?"

Uncle Jiu said: "These two dolls came to take refuge outside the mountain. When I saw that they had no support, I let them stay at my house for the New Year."

When the butcher heard this, he felt displeasure on his face. He grabbed Xia Jiu's hand and stuffed ten copper coins back into Xia Jiu's hand.

The butcher said, "Brother Jiu, this is your fault. When a customer comes to your house, how can you give money to buy New Year's goods?"

Xia Jiu was about to speak, but the butcher shouted at the top of his throat: "Hey! fellow villagers, Brother Jiu's family is here! Don't charge any more money when you see it! It's getting big, let's have a happy celebration too!"

"Okay!!"

A cheer came from all directions, and Xia Jiu also smiled helplessly. But Lan Feng and Hai Yesheng were stunned.

"Uncle Jiu, what's going on?" Lan Feng asked.

Xia Jiu patted Lan Feng's shoulder and walked forward and said, "This is the custom of our witch tribe. As long as guests come to their home, they will feel the enthusiasm of our witch tribe people. Not to mention giving you some goods, you can even go to their house to have a meal. It seems that this year, uncle, I will still be able to benefit from your fortune haha!"

Lan Feng and Hai Yesheng were also surprised after hearing this. They did not expect that the human race in this world would have such simple folk customs. However, they were different from those intriguing officials outside the mountain, which also made Lan Feng fall in love with this place even more.

In a short while, Lanfeng's basket was stuffed with meat, and the remaining five-color side dishes were fireworks and some debris brought back by Jiaoer and Ruoxue.

Seeing that the purchase was almost over, Xia Jiujiu turned around with Lanfeng and others.

At this time, a group of people came from a distance, with a pair of men and women walking in front, each holding a flower stick in their hands. Eight people behind them raised a bamboo sedan chair. The sedan chair was covered with a whole piece of red silk, and it was vaguely visible that there was a woman sitting inside.

Lan Feng and his group watched the sedan chair go away, Ruoxue asked, "Uncle Jiu, these people don't look like people from the witch clan."

Xia Jiu smiled and said, "It can be said that it is or that it is not. They are like you, who escaped from the mountain. It's just that they came five hundred years earlier than you."

"Five hundred years?" Lan Feng was shocked.

Xia Jiu quickly explained: "No, I didn't say they lived for five years.

A hundred years ago, their ancestors entered the mountains five hundred years ago. When they came, they were a opera troupe. When our ancestors saw them pitiful, they took them in.

On weekdays, they would sing operas to make a living in the north of the village. Every year at the end of the year, they would come to the village to sing operas for the villagers.

Each generation of them will produce a woman to perform. What is even more amazing is that the female dramas in each generation are consistent and nice. Unfortunately, no one has ever seen the faces of these women.

Moreover, these women have no names, and they only have a unified genre to the outside world, called End."

"The end..." Lan Feng murmured...

Xia Jiu said: "Let's go, let's go home first. If you want to listen to her singing, we will come out together when the Chinese New Year is over."

Lan Feng was not very interested in duet opera, but the time when this opera troupe appeared was a coincidence.

Five hundred years ago...wasn't it the time to travel west? Could it be that I was wrong? Maybe, this was just a coincidence... Lan Feng shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

When they got home, the group packed up the New Year's goods. Lan Feng and the other two didn't understand what New Year's food the witch tribe wanted to do, so they had to watch from the side.

Xia Jiu and Jiusao soaked the casings they bought in hot water and thawed the pig red in front of the stove.

At this time, Jiaoer also brought a rice jar from the kitchen and placed it in front of Xia Jiu and his wife.

Xia Jiu was working on the casing and said, "This is the New Year food that every family in our witch tribe must have during the New Year. Wrap glutinous rice in pig red and pour it into the casing. Then steam it in a cage, dip some peppers and put it in your mouth. It smells so good!

We also took this thing a homonym from the casing and pig red, calling it Changhong, which means that everything goes well in the coming year and everything is prosperous."

The wisdom of the working people is often reflected in these subtleties. They can not only discover every available talent in life, but also combine some beautiful meanings. In this way, they will not be afraid of the hardships in life, which is called optimism.

The Changhong was made one by one. Jiusao cut some and put them in a cage to steam, while others were hung under the eaves with bamboo hooks.

At night, Lan Feng and the other two were cutting red paper with Xia Jiu's family under the dim light. The Wu clan is a descendant of Chi You, and the cut figures are mostly related to the ox horns.

While Lan Feng was cutting, he suddenly remembered the Feng Ling sisters and Mother-in-law Buyan. He cut off a pair of butterflies and a maple tree on the red paper.

At this time, Jiao'er saw that Lan Feng was cutting differently from them, so she asked, "Brother Lan Feng, what are you cutting? It's so beautiful."

Lan Feng pasted the red paper he cut on the wall and said, "Jiao'er, brother, let me tell you a story about a butterfly and a maple tree."

Xia Jiu and his family listened to Lan Feng telling the story under the lamp. Of course, Lan Feng did not tell the true ending, but told them that the two fire butterflies fell in love with Shui Ling, and they protected the people with the maple tree.

As for whether the witch clan is guarding, Lan Feng did not say it clearly. The legend has to be passed down from generation to generation. Lan Feng believes that the maple tree that Wuyan’s mother-in-law is the best proof of this story.

After hearing this, Jiaoer yelled to tell everyone about this story. As for the follow-up to this legend, it was another story.

Lan Feng finally hid a piece of red paper. After everyone fell asleep, he cut the red paper into a pair of butterflies, blew his breath and said, "Go..."

The pair of paper butterflies flapped their wings and flew towards the mountains in the cold wind...
Chapter completed!