"So our own culture is better protected from the impact of external culture. But this Bijia Village is not a simple village. There are many branches of the Yi people. The Yi people in Bijia Village call themselves Laroba, which is the Mengshe people..."
He Huan talked about the origin of the descendants of Nanzhao.
Everyone looked at him with bright eyes. After he finished speaking, He Huan smiled and said, "Okay, hurry up and go to bed! You will dance all night long!"
Except for the driver and photographer, everyone in the car obediently closed their eyes, and the car became quiet.
He Huan also sat down and took the time to sleep. Now that he had gradually learned the skill of being a tour guide, he took every opportunity to sleep.
When we arrived at Weishan and entered the gas station on the roadside of Bijia Village, a girl saw the white dragon flag and immediately stood up and waved her hand.
The car stopped, He Huan woke up and looked out the window. Xiao Bi ran to the door of the car and said, "Xiao Bailong!"
"Xiao Bi!" He Huan stood up, "Come up quickly!"
Xiao Bi got in the car, and many people woke up because of the parking. He Huan asked everyone to get out of the car and go to the toilet.
When they came back, He Huan introduced: "This is Xiao Bi, a descendant of Nanzhao. He came all the way to Weishan to pick us up."
Everyone clapped and looked at her gorgeous clothes with curiosity. Xiao Bi also generously showed them the spider patterns and spider totems on her clothes.
After driving forward for a while, there was no cement road anymore and it was all dirt and gravel roads, which was so bumpy that everyone couldn't sleep.
Duan Ju was a little apologetic, "The dirt road in Bijia Village has just been built a few years ago. It is being prepared for hardening in the past two years. It will be fine by then. Thank you all for your hard work today."
Xiao Bi nodded, "Well, before the road was built and opened to traffic, we didn't go down the mountain a few times a year. To go down the mountain, we had to carry people on horseback."
An old expert said: "After all, there are roads and cars now. When we came to Yunzhou to collect ethnic minority music, we always walked and climbed over mountains and ridges. Now the conditions are much better."
The experts all nodded.
"Xiao Bailong, please tell us about the history of Nanzhao and Dali. You took them to play, but we haven't come yet and haven't heard anything yet. Please tell us again." An expert said.
Other experts nodded.
Liang Ange laughed and said: "The historical stories told by Xiao Bailong are very interesting. I don't mind listening to them again."
He Huan started talking again. Xiao Bi looked at him with admiration, hoping that he could become such a tour guide!
Being immersed in that magnificent history, you won’t feel the bumps anymore.
It just felt like we arrived at Bijia Village very quickly.
A group of people were standing under the archway at the entrance of the village. When they saw the bus approaching, they raised their faces with smiles.
The road was only built to the entrance of the village, and Master Li stopped the car.
Xiao Bi quickly ran out of the car and pulled the middle-aged man wearing a bun in front of him, "This is our Bijia Village Secretary."
“Welcome all experts to Bijia Village!”
The villagers also looked at them with shy smiles and said in strong Mandarin: "Welcome..."
"Welcome experts..."
"Welcome you all..."
Maybe they had rehearsed before, but when they opened their mouths, everyone said their own thing, which was not neat at all.
The experts laughed.
They were even more embarrassed and lowered their heads.
He Huan discovered that in these isolated places, the shy look can always be seen on the faces of the locals.
It's not the kind of pretentious shyness, nor the charming shyness, but the shyness that comes out of my heart like a clear stream at a glance.
Unlike the world outside, it is difficult for you to know a person's heart through his expression.
He Huan introduced the experts to Secretary Bi.
After shaking hands, Secretary Bi said: "We don't have a hotel in the village. Thanks to all the experts, we will stay in the villagers' homes tonight. We have tidied up the guest rooms and changed them with new sheets and quilts. Thank you for your hard work."
The villagers looked at them worriedly, fearing that they would dislike them.
"It's not hard, it's not hard." Everyone said quickly.
The villagers breathed a sigh of relief. They had already arranged who would live in which house, and everyone came to help the experts carry their luggage, just like robbing them.
They can't speak, but they move very quickly!
When the villagers each met their guests, they took the guests' luggage and ran away.
The experts followed Secretary Bi and walked slowly. A house with brick walls and tiles appeared in the valley. The house was unexpectedly beautiful.
An expert asked: "Secretary Bi, how do the villagers live?"
"In our village, the annual per capita income is about 10,000 yuan. We rely on the sky for food. What we grow on the ground is enough for food and clothing. We don't go down the mountain at ordinary times. When we go to the market, we go down to sell what we grow and raise some, and then buy some.
Salt, washing powder, etc.”
Following Secretary Bi, I walked outside a house. The average annual income per capita was 10,000 yuan, but the house was very large and neatly built. It had white walls and gray tiles, and beautiful murals were painted on the outer walls. As I got closer, it felt more primitive and rustic.
Elegant.
Everyone stopped and admired it.
He Huan said: "Although Bijia Village belongs to the Yi ethnic group, we can clearly feel that they have many similarities with the Bai ethnic group. For example, this cultural wall.
The Bai people like to write inscriptions on walls and paint mountain flowers, and so do they. This is also because they are descendants of Nanzhao. As we have said, during the Nanzhao period, the Yi and Bai people were both nobles and had always intermarried.
They are also inextricably linked to the culture of the Tang Dynasty. As everyone knows, the Yi people generally have tuzhang houses, which are relatively simple. The Bai people have the highest requirements for living conditions in Yunzhou.
They are very similar to the Bai people. Look at these houses. The exterior walls have murals, which are all very exquisite. The doors inside are all carved with patterns. They may have spent the most energy and money on this in their lives."
Secretary Bi nodded and led them into the house.
One of the villagers who had just picked up their luggage had already ran in. When he saw them coming in, he stood shyly in the courtyard and showed everyone around.
The house is in the form of a courtyard, with white walls and gray tile murals on the outside, a two-story building inside, and yellow wood carvings on the doors and railings, giving it a resplendent feel. In such a closed mountain village, it is indeed unexpected.
If Xiao Bailong had not heard that they were descendants of Nanzhao, they would not have been able to understand that the houses in this closed mountain village were so gorgeous!
When I walked outside a house, there were tiger and spider totems painted on the wall. I could hear the buzz of people inside, and the fragrance jumped out of the wall.
Seeing them, a strong man in his thirties ran over quickly.
Director Bi introduced: "His name is Bi Alu, a bread runner. We used to rely on horses to go down the mountain. After the highway was built, he was smart and could drive, so he bought a bread truck and pulled everyone and goods up and down the mountain. He made a lot of money.
With the money, we built the largest house in our village.
I heard that an expert is coming to our place, and his family will kill the New Year pig today and treat everyone to a pig-killing meal!"
The experts couldn't help but take a sip of saliva, and Bialou turned around and led them into the courtyard.
There is a large steamer placed under the eaves of the courtyard. Nowadays, rice cookers are used. Many people have never eaten rice in such a large steamer. The steam is rising and the rice is fragrant.
In addition to the steamer, a row of large pots were placed on the stove, and the oil was sizzling. The women and men working around the pots turned back and smiled at them, and were busy cooking.
Several dogs were sitting on the ground, drooling as they looked at the mountains of meat piled in the basin.
"Will I gain ten pounds if I go back this time?" Liang Ange said.
The experts laughed, and Bialou smiled and invited them to sit down at the table. There were melon seeds and peanuts on the table, and Bialou offered them cigarettes and poured tea.
Children in bright national costumes gathered in a corner of the courtyard, looking shyly and curiously at the group of city dwellers.
Liang Ange said softly: "We are really careless. They are so enthusiastic and we come here empty-handed!"
He Huan turned around and said a few words to Master Li. Master Li turned around and went out, bringing a large bag of snacks. He Huan handed it to the elf, "Here! You can be a good sister now!"
"Ah!" Liang Ange happily took the snacks and gave them to the children. They were shy at first and stepped back. The adults smiled and asked them to take them. They took them and shyly ran away to eat.
Liang Ange turned to look at the pots of meat and swallowed his saliva, "I don't want to eat snacks now, I just want to eat meat!"
Everyone looked at the foodie elf with a smile!
When a little girl heard what the beautiful elf said, she quickly ran over and took a piece of golden crispy meat from the basin, and ran over and handed it to her.
"This is my little daughter." Bialou said with a smile on his face.
Liang Ange's eyes lit up and he looked at her, "Can you eat it for me?" Then he looked at everyone, "Can you eat it now?"
Xiao Bi smiled and said: "You can eat it! When our children were making pig-killing rice, they were full around the pot. When it was time to officially eat, they went to play!"
Everyone laughed.
Liang Ange took it, and the little girl looked at her without blinking. Everyone also looked at her, and the camera was also pointed at her.
The elf blushed, "Although I'm very embarrassed, but I really can't help it." He put it in his mouth, "Mmmmm, it smells so good!"
A yard of laughter.
Seeing that the elf liked it, the little girl smiled like the rising sun, turned around and ran to get it. Other children also ran to get it, preparing to feed it to everyone.
The scene suddenly became chaotic.
The adults were too embarrassed to stop them, so He Huan and Xiao Bi hurriedly stopped them, "We will eat later, and we have to drink. You go and play first!"
The children nodded and ran away to play.
The little girl ran to Liang Ange again, and Liang Ange pulled her into his arms. The smile on her face seemed to fly.
Qin Kong sighed: "There is still an atmosphere during the Chinese New Year in the countryside! It's been a long time since I felt the excitement of waiting around a pot for delicious food!"
Everyone nodded.
Liang Ange said: "Don't you just have to eat enough?"
The experts laughed, and Qin Kong stroked her shoulder helplessly.
Liang Ange said with a smile: "But it does feel very good! Either in a hotel or at home in the city, it's not much different from usual. People in a village cook and eat together, I like this kind of excitement!"
Secretary Bi said: "We take turns killing the New Year pig in the twelfth lunar month, and you eat here every day until the first lunar month!"
"Then when I go back I will not only gain ten pounds! I'm afraid I will gain one hundred pounds!"
Laughter floats in this mountain nest.
Liang Ange was close to the little girl's face, holding her in her arms and asking her something. The little girl leaned in her arms, playing with the grass in her hands, and answered in a low voice shyly.
He Huan looked at everyone, and then at the photographers who were surrounding the pot, taking pictures of the cooking, and swallowing saliva. Is this a travel variety show, a love variety show, a food variety show, or a music variety show?
Waiting for dinner by the pot was really torturous, and everyone could hardly stop salivating.
However, it didn’t take long before bowls of vegetables were piled on the trays. Several Yi men held more than a dozen bowls of vegetables in one hand and rushed towards the row of tables set up in the courtyard.
Biolou quickly took away the melon seeds and peanuts from the table, and the experts also helped. He also wanted to help serve the food. When he turned around, several women in costumes had already brought down the bowls of vegetables from the tray and put them on the table.
Call for help!
The table was quickly filled!
Tuo Tuo meat, raw liver, fried crispy pork, fried vermicelli sausage, fried pork blood, cold pork head meat, cold shredded belly, charcoal roasted pork, braised pork ribs, steamed pork ribs, pickled pork, stir-fried pork slices, stir-fried bitter thorn flowers,
Cold squid, tofu wrapped in milk...
Everything from the pigs and from the mountains was brought to the table.
Bialou invited everyone to sit down, picked up a bowl of homemade wine, and sang: "Cousin, pour the wine and drink! Cousin, pour the wine and drink! If you like it, drink it too! If you don't like it, drink it too! No matter what you like,
Even if you don’t like it, you still have to drink it! Let’s drink together!”
Both the host and the guest picked up their wine bowls and drank the wine in one gulp with smiles on their faces.
The children who had eaten their fill around the pot were chasing and playing in the yard, while several dogs were milling around the table, waiting for the bones in their mouths.
Everyone's mouths were full of food, and everyone's faces were as red as the red clouds on the top of the mountain.
Thanks to my fellow Qidian friends and QReaders for their tips. Are you afraid that I will become a eunuch? No, I just suddenly don’t want to do anything, and I don’t know why to ask for leave. I will finish it.