Volume 1 In 2007 I was poisoned by my grandmother with golden silkworms Chapter 27
Zamao Xiaodao and I each found a branch of a Ficus obliquus tree in a hidden place nearby, and climbed up to rest.
This Ficus obliquus is more than ten meters high, and its rhizomes are composed of many rattans as thick as an arm. We are sitting on the branches of the tree, just blocked by the dense green leaves, and we happen to be at a high place, even if any abnormality occurs on the ground.
, can also be discovered immediately. Because there is golden silkworm Gu, we don’t have to worry about the poisonous snakes and giant pythons that are most likely to appear in the forest, or other insects, coming when we sleep.
In the same way, it can also serve as a sentry for us, reminding us of the enemy's approach at any time.
So, I called out the Golden Silkworm Gu and let it move freely. It just needed to give us a warning.
The food in this mountain forest is countless times more than that in the city. The fat insect was naturally very happy and nodded desperately in agreement. I also relaxed my mind, hugged the branches of the oblique-leaf fig, and followed the hairy path ten meters away opposite.
I waved my hand and fell asleep. I need at least three hours of adequate sleep. Otherwise, even if I walk hard, I will not be able to have good physical strength to deal with crisis situations that may occur at any time.
I don’t know how much time passed in my sleep. When I vaguely heard the sound of water splashing, my mind suddenly jumped and I woke up. I opened my eyes and looked through the gaps between the branches, and saw the small pool.
Several people appeared beside me.
There were four people in total, three women and one man. The women were all wearing familiar blue-black coarse cloth tops, blue pleated skirts and aprons, and blue headscarves on their heads. The man was wearing a Tibetan turban.
The reason why they are familiar to me is that they are wearing cyan coats and straight-cut large-leg barrel trousers. The reason why they are familiar to me is that their clothes are very rich Miao costumes, especially the way the women tie their headscarves, which I can recognize at a glance.
However, in my hometown, there are fewer and fewer people wearing such national costumes. Even in villages in the countryside, only the elderly who are reluctant to throw away their previous clothes wear them occasionally, otherwise they are those who
In the folk-custom villages that engage in tourism, people wear national costumes with silver ornaments for people to admire.
However, in my eyes, these four people are serious daily necessities.
This is strange. How come there are so many people wearing Miao costumes in the dense forests of the mountainous areas of Myanmar? They all carry wooden baskets (a kind of water-carrying tool) and use wooden spoons to scoop out the water.
As they filled the bucket with water from the clear pool, a few women chattered and laughed. The man was a little silent, holding the bucket next to him. He was not tall, and he had a knife wrapped in rags at his waist.
, black, and seems very heavy.
They should not be Master Shanzang's group, but the mountain people in this mountain, right?
We rashly ran into the endless mountains without knowing anything about the situation. Should we go up to contact them and inquire about them? In this way, we would understand something about the situation, so that we could get out of the mountains during the day without getting lost.
However, if they were unreliable and turned around and sold me and Zamao Xiaodao to Master Shanzang and his group, that would be a bit inappropriate.
I raised my head and looked at another oblique-leaf banyan tree ten meters away, and saw that the hairy path was also looking at me.
He seemed to understand my concerns, looked at my questioning eyes, and finally nodded.
I hung the gun on the branch, slid down from the tree, and walked carefully towards the clear pool. Zamao Xiaodao and I did not hide our figures. As soon as we appeared, we immediately aroused the alert of the four people. They were originally squatting.
All those who were scooping water by the pool now stood up, and the man put his hands on his waist and looked at us uneasily.
I grew up in Miao territory for a long time. Although I don’t usually speak Miao dialect, I always talk to elders such as my mother and grandmother, and I still know some daily expressions. Although the Miao people usually say "Have you eaten" when greeting them, this is not suitable.
In this situation, I had no choice but to walk up to the three men and one woman and said, "Mistgy..."
"Mengwu" means "hello" in Miao dialect. If they are from the Miao ethnic group, they will definitely understand it.
Sure enough, as soon as I said these words, their expressions relaxed a little involuntarily, and their bodies also relaxed. The man took a step forward, and then said a long sentence. I don't understand much Miao dialect,
I can't say anything complicated. In his words, I can barely hear a few words: "you", "come here", "China"...
I smiled sheepishly and couldn't continue. I could only use the Jinping dialect to explain that I didn't speak much Miao, but I was an authentic Miao. The man looked at me in surprise. After a while, he
He asked me in somewhat blunt Yunnanese: "Are you Chinese? What are you doing here?"
Who am I? As a former insurance salesman, the excuse came naturally. I said, we are Chinese, and we are here to investigate and study the rainforest plants in Myanmar. We are going to sort them into categories and then use them.
Write a paper. Unfortunately, we encountered a big python yesterday.
As a result, we got separated from the guide, got lost in the jungle, and couldn't find our way back.
The man nodded and said, oh, that's it. He turned around and told the three women what I said in Miao dialect. When they heard it, their expressions relaxed, they laughed, and then they said to the man
After a few words, the man kept nodding his head, and then told us that they wanted us to be guests in the village. Zamao Xiaodao and I both showed happy smiles, and we agreed, and we wandered around in the jungle all night.
, I’m so sleepy, I just can’t get what I’m looking for.
The three women filled the four baskets with water, then helped each other put them on their backs and stood up. The man declined our help and also carried the big wooden bucket on his back, and then talked to us.
Go northwest.
Through conversation, we learned that this man's Chinese name is Xiong Ming (i.e. "仡xiongwu" among the twelve major surnames of the Miao people), and that they are from the nearby Zhaili village. Zhaili village is a Miao village, and their ancestors are the earliest
It is a branch of the Baihe Miao ethnic group in Yunnan. In the middle of the Ming Dynasty, due to well-known reasons (it is not popular here, people who know it will know), they migrated here from the country and have been thriving ever since.
The people in the village have lived a self-sufficient and isolated life for generations, cultivating land in the mountains and forests, growing corn, rice, bananas and potatoes for food. Very few people go out of the mountains. In addition, there have been wars nearby these years, so they are even more
Of course, there is little communication with the outside world, but that does not mean there is no communication. At least Xiong Ming has been to Tachilei and knows the general situation.
However, these have nothing to do with their village, which is isolated from the world.
They grew up here, multiplied here, and after death, they became integrated with the mountains and forests, continuing from generation to generation.
Xiong Ming's Yunnan dialect is not fluent, and there are some differences between my Jinping dialect and Yunnan dialect, but this does not affect our communication. He is a talkative person, and the silence just now was just a temporary rest.
There is a distance of almost four miles from Xiaotan to Zhaili Village. We have been chatting eagerly, and I have learned a lot of news from it.
For example, there is a village called Cuomuke in the southwest. It is a famous long-neck tribe. The monks in their village are very powerful...
For example, there is a gathering area of the Heiyang people to the north, and their singing is no worse than the Dong people's big songs...
For example, there is a big drug dealer named Wang Lunhan next to the Heiyang tribe. He has a large forest garden where opium paste (poppy) is grown. He has good relations with people in several places, and he also has troops on hand. He often
Come to their village to recruit people...
When I arrived at Zhaili, I saw the familiar stilted houses. It was a fairly large village with hundreds of houses scattered on the sunny slopes. It looked old, with stilted houses and thatched houses common in Myanmar. From the looks of it,
It is not very wealthy, but has a depressing poverty. However, you can see drum towers and threshing floors, which are the same as in China.
There are terraced fields extending from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain. The water is bright and it is particularly beautiful in the sunshine.
A winding stream flows through the northwest of the village.
I pointed to the stream and asked Xiong Ming: "Since there is water there, why do you have to go to the pool a few miles away to carry water?" Xiong Ming grinned, showing his white teeth: "You are
I don’t know, that pond, the locals call it Fulongtan. Some people say that they saw a dragon in it and drank the water there, and they became energized and lived a long life. There are three centenarians in this village. They are all
Thanks to the blessing of Fulongtan..."
We walked forward and were about to enter the village when Zamao Xiaodao pulled me. I looked at him in confusion. Zamao Xiaodao laughed with Xiong Ming and said, fellow villager, we are here this time with the people from Cuomuke Village.
The monk had a misunderstanding. He even called a group of men with guns to come and cause trouble for us. If you have any dealings with them, we will not enter the village...
Xiong Ming was stunned for a moment and narrowed his eyes.
He was silent for a long time, and then asked if we were here for scientific research in the forest? I nodded and said yes. He asked again whether I was really from the Miao ethnic group? I nodded and said yes, and he asked me to open my mouth and let him see.
My teeth, I followed the instructions. Xiong Ming looked at it for a while, then smiled and said, since we are the Miao family, we are home. If we don’t come in and drink a bowl of oil tea, how can we let you go? Don’t say that we bumped into each other.
The old monk in Cuomuke, even Wang Lunhan, did not dare to go wild in Zhaili.
Xiong Ming took my sleeve and walked inside. He said, "Let's go." There are two people inside who are also from outside. Maybe you know each other. Let's go inside and have a bowl of oil tea first.
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