Chapter 29 The hurricane outside the door for @zhuiying
Because I really needed it urgently, I didn't shirk it and directly accepted the snow lotus.
The Yi people in the mountains are indeed simple and honest. Even before they saw the girl Guoguo recover, they did not hesitate to hand over the things we needed directly into my hands, and were not afraid at all that we would fall out and leave. However,
This is also due to the qualities we have shown before, which are indeed worthy of people's trust. The world is a mirror, and people are relative. If you are good to others, others will be good to you. If you want to be criticized for no reason,
If you care deeply about the earth, then it is basically either a delusion or a desire for something else. Everything is based on this principle and does not differ from others.
This is cause and effect, this is retribution.
I was a little excited when I got this snow lotus, because the prescription prescribed by Mr. Tiger Cat lacked this medicine as a primer. If I follow the procedure and decoct the medicine and take it, I can temporarily get rid of the yang.
The poisonous attack was suppressed until we left the sight of the pursuers and quietly studied the solution. Zamao Xiaodao was deeply moved by this and said that he must help the little girl regain her sanity.
What a wonderful time, if you die or become stupid from now on, it will be a waste of money and it is too unacceptable.
The house where Kaimin's grandfather lives is the largest room in their house. It is also covered with two glass tiles above the head, allowing light to penetrate. Although the bed has some old smell, after changing the bedding, it finally doesn't feel that bad.
The smell was bad. There were not many furniture in the room, just a few old wooden boxes, an old-fashioned wooden table, and some farm tools in the corner. Zamao Xiaodao and I cleaned up and removed all the shady things.
They were all stuffed under the bed. There were also piles of miscellaneous items under there, and they were inconspicuous at all.
When it got completely dark, Kaimin came over and asked us to eat.
Zamao Xiaodao and I followed Kaimin to the main room. In the houses of the Yi people, the fire pit is an indispensable facility. There are three tripod-shaped standing stones on the side, and the pot is placed on it, which is called "Guozhuang". It is strictly forbidden for people to step on the Guozhuang.
Otherwise, it is considered unlucky. Above the pot, a rectangular wooden frame is hung with a rope and covered with bamboo strips, which is used for roasting dried wild animals or garlic, pepper, and spicy pepper. We sit around the fire pit, and the white soup is boiling in the pot.
The lump of meat as big as a child's fist rises and falls in the soup, which is very strange.
Kaimin introduced to us that this was the famous "Tuo Tuo Meat" of their Yi people. Wang Baozi's family in Houzhai killed a pig a few days ago, and his mother just went to cut some meat and got it. Try it and see if it tastes good.
Very good!
The pot on top of the fire pit was dark, and the aroma from it was overflowing. I took a deep breath. The meat tasted very fresh, much more fragrant than the water-filled meat we usually eat in the city. That
In a pot of soup, in addition to big lumps of pork, there are also brown and white mushrooms, matsutake, black fungus and green onion segments. It looks bright and attractive. On the bench next to the fire pit,
There were also several dishes on display, including sauerkraut, buckwheat cakes, rice dumplings, and wine in a large pot.
Seeing this, I knew that this seemingly ordinary dinner was actually the most sumptuous and grand meal that Kaimin and his family could afford.
Kaimin's father was a taciturn mountain farm man. He held a blue porcelain bowl, lifted it up from time to time, and shouted at us to drink. After saying this, he didn't care whether we drank or not, he just raised his head and took a big sip. As a result,
We didn’t eat much food at all, and we felt a little dizzy. Kaimin’s mother found a big bowl, filled a lot of food for her sleeping daughter, and then asked us worriedly, saying that the soup had been cooked.
When will Guo wake up?
Zamao Xiaodao smiled and said she was too tired. Maybe tomorrow, when she wakes up, her temper would be better and she wouldn't be as aggressive as she was today.
Kaimin's mother nodded, indicating that she knew, and said oh. Then after a while, she felt uneasy again, and asked cautiously again. She repeated this five or six times, and when we had finished eating, she quickly packed up. "Han people value tea.
"Yi people value wine." Kaimin's father was not a big drinker, but he felt that the guests did not drink good wine because he did not accompany him enough. It didn't take long for this honest man to get drunk on his own, and we were all confused.
, helped him to bed to rest.
Because there was no electricity and no other entertainment activities, we finished our meal and continued chatting by the fire pit, also called opening the door. At almost nine o'clock, two of Kaimin's uncles came over, and Kaimin introduced them to us.
It was said that we were two friends who met when we were working in Chongqing City. We happened to come over here to do business, so we invited them to our doorstep.
His two uncles were also very hospitable mountain people, but it was a little inappropriate to come to visit him at this time. They asked about selling snow lotus and looking for Mr. Kaimin, and Kaimin replied that it was being done, and said a few words vaguely.
After saying a few words, he stopped talking. Seeing that there were outsiders, his two uncles didn't say much. They sat down and drank two glasses of wine with us before saying goodbye and leaving.
Kaimin grimaced and said that the two eldest brothers were fine by others, but my two uncles were both close relatives. How could I hide it from them?
Zamao Xiaodao waved his hand and said, whatever you say, just tell them tomorrow, but let them keep their mouths shut.
After we were full of wine and food, we returned to the room. As soon as we lay down, we couldn't open our eyes and were so tired. However, we still got up early the next day. I borrowed a medicine jar from Kaimin's mother, and then sat on the firepit, strictly
According to Master Tiger Cat's recipe, we began to brew a decoction to expel yang toxins. This decoction lasted all morning. Even our lunch consisted of roasting glutinous rice cakes with fire and wrapping them with some moldy tofu.
Mr. Tiger Cat had already followed us last night and was stuffed in the room by us. However, he always guided me. I wanted to watch the heat. There were stray hairs passing messages along the trail. He came and went, and came and went.
Back then, my legs were sore from running, and so was my waist. I couldn't straighten my waist. At two o'clock in the afternoon, I finally cooked the concoction and poured it out of the jar. There was a small bowl of gold-yellow concoction.
I smelled it, and it was bitter. I closed my eyes and drank the bowl of concoction into my stomach. I felt the concoction slide down from my throat and into my stomach. Immediately, a warm current rose up. This heat was different from the heat of wine.
, it is not as sweet as tea. Instead, I feel like chewing lemon and mint. There is a coolness in the warmth, which spreads to all the acupuncture points in my body. The Yang that is active in my body
Poison is like having a basin of cold water poured on it, and it is crumbling. Many of the poisons are not very profound, and are simply wiped out without a trace.
After drinking the concoction, I shivered several times and trembled all over, as if all the Yang poison lingering in my body and acupuncture points had been lifted.
In fact, it is not the case. This thing is like a bud covered under heavy snow. When the spring flowers bloom, it will grow vigorously, clumps after clumps, and it will be overwhelming.
But on this day, I don't have to worry about this thing. I stretched my waist and felt refreshed. I wanted to go out and run a few laps.
Kaimin still told my two uncles the whole story the next day, and asked not to spread the word. His uncles said they would not, but they were still a little worried. These two guys didn't seem to be very reliable. However, there was a scratch on his forehead.
Mao Xiaodao applied the purifying charm and drank the decoction of ginkgo leaves and Luo Han Guo. Guo Guo finally began to feel peaceful. Most of the black air on his face also disappeared. He was no longer so aggressive and was just calming down.
He was humming some melodies, which were very beautiful. I asked Kaimin about them, and he told me that they were some minor tunes from their folk songs. Guoguo sang the best in their village.
Kaimin shed tears when he said this. He has a deep relationship with his sister. Now that his sister has become like this, how can he not be sad?
However, fortunately there is still hope.
We were always on guard during those days and did not dare to leave the house even half a step. The first reason was that we wanted to keep a low profile and be exposed to as little sight as possible in the village. The less trouble we could, the less trouble we would have; secondly,
We have been waiting to prevent the so-called mountain god who has captured Guoguo's soul from coming directly because the contact between them was cut off by the Zamao Trail.
However, what is disappointing is that although we have been looking forward to it, the so-called mountain god did not show up in the end, and he was very timid.
At 11 o'clock in the evening on the third day, midnight finally came. We placed Kaimin's sister Guoguo on the straw mat next to the fire pit, and then prepared a number of spiritual objects. We waited for the time and then waited for the girl to be given to her.
The child conjures spirits.
This article involves too much talk about soul-inducing matters, so I won’t go into details. The methods of Zamao Xiaodao are similar to those of Xuerui and Ouyang Zhijian. They have to sprinkle rice and then sing Maoshan’s secret soul-inducing songs.
.Woo la la, woo la la, this guy's tongue is extremely flexible, and when he recites the scriptures, it's like singing. He speaks fast and pronounces the words clearly, which is very fun.
Except for me, Zamao Xiaodao and Zhang Guoguo, everyone in the main room was driven back into the room and was not allowed to watch.
I was a little bored, so I used a wooden stick to stir the firewood in the fire pit, waiting for Zamao Xiaodao to succeed in summoning the spirit, so that Kaimin’s family would not have to worry about it. However, Zamao Xiaodao had been reading scriptures since half past eleven, and after
At twelve o'clock, there was no movement. After ten minutes, Zamao Xiaodao sat down, his voice was vague, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Suddenly, there was a clanging sound at the closed door. Then there was a clanging sound.
, a mountain wind blew the door open. When the door was opened, it made a squeaking sound, which was quite scary.
I suddenly woke up, looked up, and saw a black shadow blowing towards the room with a strong wind.