A little girl ran out and called out in Mosuo. The big black dog sat on the ground obediently and stuck out its tongue.
This second was a thrilling change. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and laughed. The little girl touched the dog's head and shouted something in Mosuo language into the room.
"what did she say?"
"I don't understand either!" He Huan said, "You guys, just make a fuss and cause trouble. Let's go, let's go!"
Everyone turned around and followed the tour guide and was about to escape when a man with a red face walked out and asked, "Who are you?"
I heard that he could speak Mandarin and could basically understand it, which was better than the uncle in the morning. He Huan quickly said: "Sorry, I am a tour guide. I am showing them your house. I have disturbed you guys. Let's leave now."
"Then come in and take a look!" the man said enthusiastically.
Everyone looks at the little white dragon. He Huan thinks about it. Anyway, he wants to see it and everyone wants to see it too. Will he die if he sees it?
I mustered up the courage to walk in. The yard is very big, the sun shines in the courtyard dam, and you can see the Goddess Mountain when you look up. There are flower pots under the eaves of the corridor, and the flowers are in full bloom. It is really a mountain flower, a flower in the yard.
There are still firewood piled in the thatched building, but the livestock have been replaced by motorcycles and three-wheelers.
Corn bacon is hung on the second floor, wind chimes and murals are hung in the flower building, and prayer flags are held in the grandmother's house.
It's clear at a glance! This primitive breath! This breath of life! He Huan quickly said respectfully: "Uncle, please introduce it to us."
Hearing him call uncle, the man smiled and said, "Wait a minute." He quickly went in.
"What do you call uncle?" the tourists asked curiously, "do you know him?"
"Did you arrange it?"
"Xiao Bailong! Do you have an uncle Mosuo?"
He Huan was speechless, "My uncle is in charge of etiquette and my mother is in charge of wealth. He came out to receive us. He is obviously the uncle of this family."
"Oh!" Everyone nodded, very curious. They also admired the yard, "It's so beautiful!"
After a while, several Mosuo women of various ages came out, looked at He Huan, their eyes lit up, and they chattered for a while.
The man said a few words to them, then came over and said, "Are you the little white dragon on TV? Are you good at singing?"
"Ah!" It turns out that some of them know themselves. It's also CCTV. If you don't go online, you always watch TV. There is always an audience.
He Huan nodded.
Several women happily ran down the steps, surrounded him, pulled him, looked at him, and talked to him.
He Huan didn't understand either. Look at Long Teng, he didn't do this voluntarily!
Long Teng turned his head.
But they are all aunties, and the younger ones can basically speak Mandarin.
The man introduced him. He is the eldest uncle in the family and his status is very respected. These are his sisters.
Several women looked at He Huan with smiles and invited him into the grandmother's house.
Seeing the old grandmother sitting above the fire pit with as many pleats in her skirt as there were wrinkles on her face, He Huan quickly bent down to pay his respects.
The orange cat next to the old grandmother looked up at him, as if deciding that the visitor was not worthy of getting up, and lazily rolled into a ball.
The old grandmother smiled and pulled him to sit next to him. What she said was completely unintelligible.
It felt like I was in a foreign country.
A group of silly tourists were still looking around in the courtyard, and the tour guide ignored them.
Uncle went out again to invite them in. He Huan quickly told them some Mosuo etiquette, especially the grandmother's house.
The home visiting business is all done by outsiders, and those rules are just bluffing to show authenticity. In fact, if you don't buy their silver jewelry, they will be more angry than if you violated their taboos.
But He Huan still hopes that tourists will respect the real Mosuo family, which is also one aspect of understanding Mosuo culture.
The tourists all obeyed the tour guide obediently, like good babies, and their uncle arranged for them to sit wherever they wanted.
He Huan looked at them and couldn't help but want to laugh. It would be a pity not to sell their things if he was a tourist.
Grandma was talking to He Huan, and my uncle was interpreting beside him. My uncle is the son of the eighty-year-old grandmother. He is over fifty years old. He used to run outside, so he can speak Mandarin.
Because my grandmother is old and the other brothers are working outside to earn money, he comes back to take care of the family. Now he is the only man in the family.
The tourists listened carefully.
As for the children, they all went to earn money and go to school. Only the girl was still young and still at home. She was sitting next to Long Teng at the moment, looking at them curiously. Of course, most of the time, she looked at Long Teng with her head raised and her face sideways.
After chatting for a while, the grandmother’s butter tea was cooked, and my uncle poured it for everyone.
He Huan looked at Long Teng who was drinking butter tea and licked his lips gently. His heart was filled with excitement, and he suddenly remembered that he had not eaten breakfast this morning.
I originally planned to come back for breakfast after watching the sunrise.
As a result, they rowed too far and came back very late after watching the sunrise. They were busy for a while and didn't eat anything at all.
He Huan is also a little hungry. It's already noon now. Although he still wants to chat for a while, we can't let everyone be hungry! Maybe many tourists got up late and didn't eat breakfast.
"Grandma, uncle, it's time for me to say goodbye. I'm going to take them to lunch."
Long Teng looked at him, raised his head, and his eyes lit up.
"You've already arrived at our house. It's already noon. How can I let you go? My sisters are cooking!" said my uncle.
"Ah?" Everyone was surprised and very happy.
After a while, a sister came out with a smile and brought a plate of apples, melon seeds, peanuts and other snacks and put them on the table.
Long Teng looked at the red apple and didn't dare to take it. The little girl who had been looking at her grabbed an apple and handed it to her.
He Huan couldn't help but smile. Long Teng glanced at him, blushed slightly, and handed it to him.
He Huan peeled the skin for her and handed it back to her. Long Teng was really hungry, so he took it and bit it gently.
The little girl looked at her with a bright smile, as if she was happier than eating it herself.
He Huan was also very happy. She just handed the apple so naturally!
Not long after, I heard the kitchen rustling and smelled the delicious food.
The uncle moved the tables and benches, and the sisters brought the food.
He Huan was placed next to her grandmother. This was the treatment given to distinguished guests. The little girl took Long Teng and sat on the other side.
Several Mosuo women looked at them and laughed.
Seeing everyone's confusion, my uncle smiled and translated: "They say children can't lie and know who is the most beautiful. They say this girl is so beautiful!"
Everyone looked at Long Teng with a smile, and Long Teng blushed.
Most Mosuo banquets are not made by Mosuo people, and the dishes served during home visits are also specially prepared to entertain tourists.
But this is a dish cooked by a real Mosuo grandma. It is a dish that her whole family eats together, and it is really very touching.
Everyone drank except Master Feng and the little girl drinking tea.
The host toasted enthusiastically, and the tourists were also in high spirits.
After a while, He Huan looked at everyone and said, "Okay, everyone is plateau red now!"
The tourists laughed.
After the meal, my uncle took them to visit the house, "This house is seventy years old. My grandma's uncles built it when she was a child."
The tourists were amazed that the old grandmother still had a kind smile on her face even though she didn't understand.
"The two pillars in this house come from the same tree. The thicker one is the female pillar and comes from the lower part of the trunk. The thinner one is the upper part of the trunk and is the male pillar.
It means that we, brothers and sisters, are born from the same roots and are a big family nurtured by the same mother, and we work together to support this family. My brother and I have renovated it several times, and we all made these murals and carvings ourselves."
Everyone admires it very much!
This was a home they built themselves, so He Huan just kept his mouth shut and listened, occasionally asking a few questions.
After the visit, He Huan returned to her grandmother's house to say goodbye to her grandmother. The sisters and uncle saw them out together. The little girl held Long Teng's hand, and the big black dog followed her.
After they were sent out of the village, the little girl let go of Long Teng's hand, stuffed the apples she had carried along the way into her hand, and stood with the dog on the roadside to watch her get into the car.
The Mosuo sisters and uncle also waved.
Under the watch of the family, the tourist bus returned to the road around the lake, passing between the vehicles and the tourists riding on them, giving a sense of traveling through time and space.
“That little Mosuo girl is so cute!”
"It's a pity that she will definitely go out in the future. Look at the way she looks at Miss Long, she will definitely go out to a big city!"
He Huan said: "We can't stop her from going out and pursuing her own life. We can't keep this kind of matriarchal family just because we think it's good.
There is nothing to lament. As society develops, some things will disappear."
Everyone agreed.
But today we accidentally walked into a real Mosuo family, and everyone was still very happy and touched.
"Ah! Didn't we pay?" a tourist said suddenly.
He Huan said: "Giving money is an insult to them. They took out the best things at home and treated them as guests."
"Then you should sing to them! Sing to thank them!"
He Huan turned around and glanced at them, "You guys are really good! You ate and drank with the tour guide, and even let the tour guide sing! Why didn't you sell me?"
The tourists laughed.
"If we sell the little white dragon, we should be able to eat all over Yunzhou!"
He Huan was also very happy and looked at Long Teng, "Are you happy?"
"Um."
"That little girl held your hand and stared at you, and I wasn't even angry."
Long Teng rolled his eyes at him, "Are you drunk too much?"
He Huan smiled.
"Is it not possible to visit the second floor? He didn't take us there just now." A tourist asked.
"He couldn't even go to the second floor and he took us to the second floor!" He Huan said, "The second floor is the boudoir and sutra hall, which are not places for outsiders to go. Those that allow you to go up casually are rented or museums.
But we come out of the real Mosuo people’s homes and don’t need to go to the museum anymore.”
"Yes! It's so touching!"
"Shall we go to Goddess Mountain?"
He Huan said: "We won't go to Goddess Mountain. We mainly want to see the panoramic view of Lugu Lake. Let's go to Luyuan Cliff. As the name suggests, Luyuan Cliff is the outlet and source of Lugu Lake."
As soon as the conversation was over, He Huan led everyone to climb up the cliff and overlook Lugu Lake, where the water and sky were the same color.
"It's so beautiful!" Everyone couldn't help but open their arms to welcome the mountain breeze.
"Many of the scenery in Yunzhou are related to the weather."
"We are so lucky this time!"
Under the clear blue sky and white clouds, the mountains are green and the water is blue, and everything is bright. Mani piles stand tall, and the prayer flags fluttering in the wind are even more colorful and mysterious.
He Huan said: "Be careful not to touch the Mani pile, don't pick up stones, and don't turn counterclockwise."
"Hmm." The tourists all stood on the side obediently, not daring to get close to this mysterious Manidui.
"Did you see many graves in Cangshan Mountain?"
"Yes, yes!"
"Didn't you see it here?"
"Yes, yes!"
He Huan looked at these silly tourists who could only nod their heads, "Ask me why!"
Tourists leaned forward and backward, and the wind was messy.
Blinking like a primary school student, he asked neatly: "Why?"
He Huan answered seriously: "When we were at their house just now, did you notice a long painting in the grandmother's room opposite the grandmother's bed?"
Several tourists nodded, "There is a long painting. But there are too many paintings in it. Is there anything special about it?"
"That is a thangka, with a door inside. Except for the Flower House, this is the only room in Mosuo people's homes that you cannot enter casually."
"what is that?"
"The Gate of Life and Death."
"Huh?" Everyone instantly entered the state of horror stories.