He Huan knew that the Nu people were indeed too hospitable, especially guests coming from afar, but there were indeed too many of them!
He Huan said with a smile: "Look at how difficult this handsome guy from the Nu tribe is!" He then said to him: "Then you sing a few more songs for us, and we'll leave."
"Hahaha..." The experts laughed, what kind of people are these? Are they threatening others?
Dou Sanzhan looked at them and said, "It's better to go to my house. It's too cold outside."
The little white dragons happily followed him shamelessly, just wanting to go to his house. They walked to the original Zhiziluo Primary School, and Dou Sanzhan walked to a classroom with corn cobs hanging on the eaves.
"Ao Po." Dou Sanzhan put his backpack on the edge of the steps, shouted, walked in and said some angry words to the man inside.
The little white dragon group automatically stopped outside the door.
He Huan said: "Aopo is uncle in the Nu Su language. Aopo is the most respected title of the Nu people. Nu people have a proverb: The longest road in the world is Aopo, and the largest one in the world is Opo. This is a legacy of the matrilineal clan.
Customs. My uncle is now the head of the family."
"Ah!" Everyone immediately said respectfully.
A man in his fifties came out, and Gu Bureau introduced: "I am the director of the state tourism bureau, and this is the director of your Fugong Culture and Tourism Bureau. They are here to discover and promote experts in ethnic minority music."
The man quickly said: "Please come in, please come in." Looking at so many of them blocking the door, they were obviously a little confused.
The experts are all embarrassed, but they really want to listen to a few more songs.
He Huan said: "Uncle, don't worry, we will listen to Dou Sanzhan sing a few songs and then leave."
"Oh." Uncle pulled them into the house.
The room was originally a classroom, with a blackboard, and it was quite spacious. However, the smoky smoke made the room very dim. There was only a cluster of firewood in the firepit, which gave the room a little halo.
A row of bacon hangs on the beam above the firepit, which is very tempting.
Next to the fire pit, a mother-in-law with white hair exposed under her bun stood up and smiled very cautiously. Another aunt who was washing vegetables by the stove also looked at them, even more cautiously.
Everyone is so embarrassed, this family is so scared!
But it's impossible to make them turn around and leave.
Dou Sanzhan shouted: "Aoyue." He pulled his mother-in-law and explained to her what the large group of people were running into his house for.
"Aoyue is grandma, grandma." He Huan said, "The younger one, I heard his name is Aopi, is aunt. It seems that this is a big family of three generations."
Everyone immediately bowed respectfully and said, "Sorry to bother you!"
The mother-in-law shook her head quickly and ordered her son and grandson in angry words to let the guests sit. Sanzhan and his uncle hurriedly carried the benches and looked at them. They were very embarrassed. There were so many people and they didn't know who to let sit.
Look how embarrassed they were! The experts were very embarrassed and said quickly: "No need to be busy, we will just stand and leave in a while. We just want Sanzhan to sing for us. It's troublesome."
After hearing her grandson's explanation, grandma's eyes widened, she patted his arm and said a few words.
Now it was the experts' turn to look confused.
The uncle explained: "Omi...my mother said, you guys have come from afar and arrived at home late at night, how can I let you go out hungry!"
Everyone really wants to go out now! How can this family entertain their large army of more than 40 people?
Grandma said a few more words, and uncle explained to them: "I just didn't prepare anything, so I can only cook some Gudu rice. I hope you don't dislike it."
The little white dragons wanted to run away, but Dou Sanzhan ran out first. Everyone panicked. Did they scare the child away?
He quickly asked: "What is he going to do?"
"He went to borrow a bowl." said the uncle.
Everyone stood uneasy.
Seeing them standing, my uncle said, "I'll borrow some benches for you to sit on!"
"No... no need..."
Everyone turned their heads, and uncle also ran out. Grandma didn't understand Chinese, so she smiled at them kindly, found a big pot from the corner, and looked at them, as if to see if she could cook food for so many people.
A group of people crowded into the house like fools, feeling like a group of robbers.
Liang Ange looked at Xiao Bailong, "Wouldn't it be better to come back tomorrow? Look at how busy they are!"
He Huan was speechless, "You were the one who said you wanted to stay, okay?"
Qin Kong glared at him, how dare you talk about my wife?
Liang Ange smiled and said, "But I'm really embarrassed! There are so many of us!"
Grandma didn't understand what they were saying, so she smiled at them again. Auntie took the pot and went to wash it. After it was cleaned, she took the small pot on the fire pit and put a large pot of water on it.
He Huan said: "This is for us uninvited guests who break into the house. Small pot for big pot!"
My aunt smiled and seemed to understand Chinese. She probably wanted to tell them to sit down, but there was no place to sit, so she turned on the light. It was not very bright, but everyone felt warm in their hearts.
"There's still electricity here!"
"In the place where electricity was first provided, some people did not move out at that time, but some people moved in later, so electricity and other things are available," Gu Bureau said.
Not long after, three people walked in carrying a pile of colorful bowls and a basket of chopsticks, which seemed to have been borrowed from various households. The guests quickly stepped aside to let him pass, almost wanting to turn around and run away.
San Zhan put the bowl on the stove and said something. Grandma stamped her feet, but smiled all over her face.
Uncle Sanzhan also came in carrying a pile of benches, "The neighbors said they would serve food to the guests later, and when you have finished eating, everyone will come to my house to sing. In the evening, you will divide it up, a few for each family, and go to bed."
Liang Ange clapped her hands happily, "My wish to live here has come true!"
The experts looked at her and were speechless. But in fact, no one wanted to leave. They all said that everyone wanted to sing!
The experts sat around the fire pit, and photographers stood around them.
When the water boiled, grandma poured a big spoonful of rice noodles into the pot and cooked the rice. Little White Dragon Tuan couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
The uncle said: "We can only grow corn and buckwheat here, and that's all we eat. Don't dislike it."
The experts shook their heads and sniffed, "No, no! It smells so good!"
"This is glutinous rice paste!" He Huan also swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "It's not easy to eat in the city! It's good to eat some whole grains! Because when it is cooked, it simmers until it becomes sticky, so it is called Gudu rice."
My aunt shouted, and my uncle stood up on the stool, took out a strip of bacon, and gave it to his aunt to cook.
Then he sat down with the guests and made tea for them.
The Little White Dragon Group looks more and more like a bandit group!
Dou Sanzhan holds a spoon and lowers his head to stir the glutinous rice in the pot. The sweetness of the glutinous rice is tangy!
He Huan said: "Uncle, there are so many of us, it's really troublesome for you."
"Not many." The uncle shook his head. "When we used to celebrate the New Year, if everyone came back, there would be forty or fifty people. Now our sisters are not together, and the children are also working outside. It is rare for so many people to come to the house at once. I
Omi is so happy!"
Looking at Dou Sanzhan who was stirring the rice, Gu Ju asked, "Why didn't Sanzhan go out?"
"He doesn't know how to speak or act when he goes out, so he grows tea at home."
"How many people are there in Zhiziluo now?" an expert asked.
"More than 30 households, more than 100 people, all are elderly and can no longer run away."
"Are they all Aboriginals?"
"We used to live here, but everyone moved, and we also moved to the village below. I had just gotten married at that time. Then a landslide washed away the house, and we had no place to live, so we came back."
"oh."
"Then what do you live on?"
"I just grow some corn and buckwheat for food. Now I grow some tea on the mountain behind. I can sell it in Liuku, but I can't sell it at a high price."
Director Lu said: "The per capita annual income is about 3,000."
Uncle nodded.
The little white dragon group is even more worried! How dare they eat their food! And the meat they have saved for a year!
But for the sake of singing at night, I had to sit down shamelessly!
The experts drank tea and said, "This tea is good!"
He Huan said: "The high mountains and clouds produce good tea! Although tea cultivation here has a short history, the environment is good, so the quality of the tea is still very good! It is just the market that speculates on the ancient trees on the mountain. These unknown ones cannot be sold at a high price, but it is not about the taste.
not good."
Gu Ju smiled and looked at Xiao Bailong, "The tea god said so! This place will definitely develop in the future!"
The uncle looked at Xiao Bailong with some confusion. Gu Ju smiled and said, "Do you know any of them?"
Obviously, they are not very familiar with the outside world and celebrities.
He Huan and several Yunzhou celebrities all smiled and waved their hands, signaling Gu Bureau not to talk.
The fire pit was crackling and burning, the big pot was gurgling, and the sweet smell filled the whole house.
Neighbors who also live in the school first brought some tables, and my uncle set them up by the firepit. Neighbors came in one after another with dishes.
The experts were very embarrassed. Many of the neighbors were elderly and did not understand Chinese very well. They put down the dishes and left with a smile.
The uncle said: "They will also go back to eat and sing later."
He Huan asked: "Are all these old people from the Nu tribe?"
"There are people from all ethnic groups. The people who originally lived here were all Nu people, and those who moved here include Lisu people and Lemo people from nearby."
He Huan explained: "Lemo is a branch of the Bai ethnic group. The Bai ethnic group has basically been sinicized. Lemo is a very primitive branch."
Liang Ange said excitedly: "They said they would come to sing, so do they know how to sing and dance?"
The uncle nodded, "We don't have many people here, and no one is here. You have come from afar, and we must sing and dance."
"Are there no taboos?"
The uncle was stunned for a moment, and Director Lu explained: "Some Christians cannot sing and dance."
The uncle picked up a jar of Gudu wine and put it on the table, "Our family originally believed in it, but believers cannot drink alcohol. I persisted for a few days, and then I couldn't stand it anymore and started drinking again. I thought, forget it, wait for me.
If God doesn’t want me to drink it, I won’t believe in religion anymore.”
"Hahaha..." A group of people laughed wildly.
The uncle looked at them sheepishly, and everyone managed to hold back.
Liang Ange said: "Don't mind, we think you are too cute!"
"Everyone in the village believed it. One night during worship, I got drunk and sang and danced. Everyone looked at me and I was very embarrassed."
The experts looked at him and saw that he was so cute!
"Later, the house was washed away again, and some people in the village said that I had offended the Lord, so I was punished. I didn't want to rebuild the house again, so I took my family back to the old city."
The experts nodded.
"The church up there is abandoned, and no one is taking care of it. We are just singing and dancing around the fire pit, and we are still happy."
"Did you teach him all Sanzhan's songs?"
"I taught him. Singing, dancing, and drinking. Without these three things, there is no point in going to heaven."
Everyone laughed and understood!
"What about Sanzhan's parents?"
"His mother, my sister, died when he was eight years old."
"ah!"
The family looked quite calm.
"Where's dad?"
"My sister also believes in the Lord, and she prayed every day especially after she fell ill, but she still didn't recover. Finally, my brother-in-law informed us to come over and we discussed whether to go to heaven or return to our ancestral homeland.
I think if someone wants to go to heaven, they can go, but I want to send her back to her ancestral land. I just want to ask Yu Gusu to come and hold the funeral."
He Huan explained: "Yu Gusu is the priest of the Nusu people."
The uncle nodded, "His father's family all believed in the Lord and said they would be sent to heaven. We Nusu people always return to our ancestral land to reunite with our ancestors after death.
When we go to heaven, we don’t know where it is. We don’t know who the people are. We don’t know how they live after she goes there.
Only when we return to our ancestral land, knowing how to go every step of the way, and knowing that she can return to her ancestors to reunite with them and receive their care, can we who are alive feel at ease.
When my brother-in-law and I were arguing, my sister held my hand tightly and was speechless. She just shed tears. I knew she was worried about going to heaven, so I told her to send her back to her ancestral homeland. Opp has already gone."
"Father." He Huan explained.
"In the future, sisters will go to reunite with their ancestors. Then she closed her eyes, let go, and went with peace of mind."
Everyone's eyes were filled with tears because of their simple family feelings. They wanted to be reunited in another world.
The three of them lowered their heads, placed wine bowls on the table, and poured the Gudu wine one after another without showing their expressions.
"When my sister left, they invited a priest, and I also invited Yu Gusu. It's not easy to invite Yu Gusu now. Many of them can't be found. They can't be found anymore.
I finally found one, and after the priest read it briefly, I asked Yu Gusu to send her back to her ancestral home.
Later, his father got married again, so I brought my nephew home. My sister is gone, but he is still a member of our family."
The guests were very moved, they were worthy of being an uncle!
"Do you have any children of your own?"
"My son is married and working outside. I also have a daughter who is attending a normal college in Yuxi and will be back in a few days."
"Oh." Everyone nodded.
He Huan said: "Guiding the way is a common funeral ritual among ethnic minorities in southwest China, especially the Tibeto-Burman people. It is also the religiousization of the oral history of the Tibeto-Burman people.
The contents of the priest's chant include historical origins, myths and legends, wars and migrations, tribal divisions and integrations, finding land to settle, etiquette and folk customs, etc. It is a detailed national history book and a record of customs and customs.
Many place names and ruins are authentic and testable, and ancient and modern place names can be compared. What scenery and people there are along the way, how to get there, and ancient means of transportation such as zip lines and rafts all appear in the guide.
Compared with the illusory kingdom of God or paradise described by religion, their ancestral land, where the souls of their people return, is the migration route of their ancestors, and it exists in the real world."
The uncle nodded, "Yes! During the Nanzhao period, our ancestors established Sanzhao on the shore of Erhai Lake. Later, Nanzhao defeated us, and our ancestors crossed the Lancang River, climbed over Yunling, and then climbed over the Biluo Snow Mountain to reach Zhiziluo.
"
Experts looked at him and found that although Han Chinese writing was created very early, many people no longer know their roots.
Perhaps their journey to find their roots after death, when they must return to the birthplace of their ancestors, is an indelible imprint in their blood, a group memory passed down orally from generation to generation.
This is very touching!
Seeing that the wine had been poured and the table was filled with dishes sent by neighbors, my aunt also put thinly sliced, bright and fragrant pipa meat on the table. My uncle invited the guests to take their seats.
Dou Sanzhan brought two dabias and handed one to his uncle. The nephew played the dabia. Grandma and aunt took out two piccolos from their waists like magic and started playing. The whole family gathered around the guests.
They played and danced and sang Nu people’s drinking songs.