"The Dulong people are the most remote and have the fewest people, but their myths and legends are the closest to those of the Han people, such as making people out of clay, and snakes, which are definitely Nuwa. Snakes have always been worshiped as ancestors and totems by them.
They also have legends about brother and sister descendants, and their descendants moved to different places and became different ethnic groups. One of them became the Han nationality."
"Wow!"
"Many ethnic minorities in southwest China have legends about their ancestors proliferating various ethnic groups, including the Han people. This is not a coincidence. It is indeed the integration and migration of human beings that have created different ethnic groups.
Because the great nationalism in our feudal rule era always regards ethnic minorities as marginalized people, there are very few records about them, and the records are also divided from them with contemptuous and marginalized names such as barbarians and barbarians. But their
The legends always include the Han people.
In addition to the extreme similarity with the Han people in mythology, archeology and human genetic testing have also found that the Dulong people have the highest Chinese genes."
"ah!"
"The Han nationality itself is a large integrated nation. Tribes fight and intermarry, and we have mixed blood for a long time. It is not more about blood, but geographical and cultural identity, which forms the largest ethnic group, the Han nationality.
The Dulong tribe, which has the smallest population, may be the oldest existing Chinese people. Because they migrated to isolated places, they have maintained the purest Chinese bloodline."
"Wow!"
"So from both mythological and scientific perspectives, we can prove the deep relationship between the Dulong people and the Han people! We were one family five hundred years ago, and we had the same parents five thousand years ago!"
Everyone laughed.
"What we are digging this time is the music of the Tibeto-Burman language group of the Sino-Tibetan language family. In fact, this entire group has a high genetic similarity with the Han people. In the myths and legends of the Tibeto-Burman language group, there are widespread ancestral reproductions, including those of the Han people.
Legends of many peoples.”
Several ethnic minority drivers were very happy to listen to it while driving. They liked Xiao Bailong so much! If they didn't have to drive, they would really drink with him until they get drunk!
He Huan told them the myths and legends of the Dulong tribe and Chinese myths and legends on the walkie-talkie. After listening to these stories, everyone got goosebumps all over their bodies and felt warm in their hearts.
This remote and extremely ethnic minority, the ancient people, may really be the oldest bloodline left by the Chinese ancestors.
"We come from the same ancestor, and we are going home to celebrate the New Year today!"
Everyone was very excited and felt very cordial.
Gu Ju said: "Xiao Bailong can always turn evil spirits into national unity! I don't even know how he makes sense!"
There was laughter in several cars.
I saw a small excavator parked on the side of the road, and a group of men standing on the side of the road holding hoes and shovels, looking at them with white teeth exposed.
"Thank you!" He Huan said loudly.
"Welcome to Dulongjiang!" A man in the lead said with a smile, "You go first! It's not far ahead, we'll be here soon!"
"good!"
Martin turned around, "Xiao Bailong, can you tell your story later? I didn't even hear it!"
A group of people laughed. He Huan said: "I asked you to ride in the car but you refused." Then he looked at Chen Ying and said, "It doesn't matter. It will be on TV later, so you can listen."
Although the journey is difficult and dangerous, the scenery along the way is endless, especially after the snow clears, the view is very clear.
Master Ma said: "We are really lucky today! Before the tunnel was opened, we rarely came. From November to May, the mountains were blocked by heavy snow, making it impossible to pass through.
The snow melted, it rained again, the fog was very heavy, there were landslides and mudslides everywhere, and the original old road was also very difficult to walk on. Few local drivers dared to walk on it. The weather is really good today!”
Everyone was also very happy.
He Huan nodded, "Snowstorms follow floods, and it is indeed rare to have good weather in a year! Therefore, in the Dulong people's flower and bird calendar, the first year of heavy snow to close the mountains to the second year of heavy snows is called a year. In Dulong language, it is called Jiyou.
After liberation, a people-horse post road was built for them. The country was poor at that time, and it took nine years to build it intermittently.
Then every year, before the heavy snow closes the mountain, the county's caravan transport team and the caravans from Fugong, Lijiang, and Diqing gather in Gongshan, cross the Gaoligong Mountain, and walk three days to Dulongjiang to deliver winter supplies to them.
Later, governments at all levels in Yunzhou visited the Dulong people and felt deeply about the difficulties here. They are the smallest ethnic group and the ethnic group that guards our borders. They are members of the big family.
With the promotion of governments at all levels, it took five years to build a sky road in Gaoligong Mountain. Although it was a gravel road, it shortened the three-day journey to eight hours.
In 1999, when the first car with a red flag entered the Dulong River, all the Dulong people who lived in the virgin forest at that time came around to look at and touch the car. They were very surprised!
But because a section of the road is on the snow line, the mountain is still closed due to heavy snow for half a year. So governments at all levels tried to find ways to reflect and fight for it.
Ten years later, another road was built! After four years of construction, the tunnel was finally opened, shortening eight hours to three hours! This truly ended the history of Dulongjiang's isolation from the world.
The Dugong Highway is less than 100 kilometers long, but it is the longest, most expensive and most difficult road to repair!"
Everyone was filled with emotion! It didn’t feel like the road was very hard to walk, and it was even more difficult to build the road! The history of road construction is the history of the Dulong people, and it is also the history of the country! Only when the country is rich can the people on the border live a better life.
Martin walked in the middle of the night, and there was snow and ice on the road. Everyone came all the way, and the ice and snow on the road were basically gone.
I was careful to drive slowly, but after more than three hours I saw the three characters Dulongjiang written on the rocks on the side of the road. Everyone cheered: "We're here!"
I couldn't help but open the window and look out. There was a line of emerald flowing through the valley, which seemed so unreal.
The emerald was always accompanied by the jade belt tied to the mountainside of Gaoligong. The road curved and curved, gradually descending, and finally came to it.
Beautiful khaki small buildings stand on the riverside.
As soon as we entered the main street of the village, a long string of firecrackers were lit on the street. They exploded for a long time and red paper flew all over the sky. Everyone on the car was beaming with joy.
When the firecrackers stopped, the mayor and a group of people ran over and cheered in unison: "Welcome the Little White Dragon Music Group!"
Everyone stood up and prepared to get out of the car. The mayor quickly blocked the car door and said, "It's not here yet. Our Kaquewa is at different times in each village. Today's Kaquewa is in Maku and Martin's village."
Martin smiled.
"There are only a few households in each of our villages. There are more than thirty households and as few as a dozen. Each village has relatives and friends. During the festival, you go to my village and I go to your village. They all go to Maku Village to celebrate the festival.
Relatives!" The mayor looked at the group of people behind him.
Then he waved his hand and said, "Let's go! The asphalt road leads to the village. It won't take an hour!"
"Okay! Then let's keep going!" He Huan said.
The township chief and fellow villagers got on their motorcycles, and a group of motorcycles cleared the way. The off-road convoy followed. They passed the township government and continued southward along the flowing emerald river.
Liang Ange lay on the car window, "I have never seen a more beautiful river than the Dulong River! There is no trace of pollution, just like ice jade!"
Everyone looked out the window, Dulongjiang was so beautiful and unique! So pure!
Passing by a village and looking at the church on the roadside, an expert said: "The missionaries are really awesome! They could find such a remote place even when there was no road in the past!"
"Wherever there are people, there will be resistance and oppression. Chief Chawalon doesn't come over the mountains every year to collect taxes. Naturally, there are people spreading the gospel of God everywhere," said He Huan.
"Then they should be able to sing and dance, otherwise our visit would have been in vain."
He Huan said: "We are all waiting for us to kill the cow to sacrifice to heaven. There are such primitive rituals, and there must be singing and dancing. This is part of the ceremony.
After all, in remote areas, apart from primitive nature worship, what really brings change to them is not religion, but the country."
Everyone felt relieved and looked out the window. Towering snow-capped mountains and the emerald-like Dulong River were surrounded by beautiful yellow buildings and clean asphalt roads. It was hard to believe that this was the most remote countryside.
I couldn't help but sigh: "Oh my God! It's better than the houses and roads in Bingzhongluo, Zhiziluo and Nujiang River!"
Gu Bureau smiled and said: "Because we are on the border. Xiao Bailong also said that the Dulong people have been oppressed and suffered for so many years. They are also the smallest ethnic minority in Yunzhou. They have really stepped into the primitive society in one step.
socialism.
For these more than 4,000 people, it cost more than one billion to build roads and build tunnels, which lasted for decades!
It turned out that many villagers lived in thatched houses high in the mountains and on the mountainside, deep in the mountains and old forests. Later, the government persuaded them to move down one by one.
I didn’t believe it at first, but I was afraid of being exploited. I tried to persuade them repeatedly, but I found out that it was really the state that built the houses, and now they have all moved downstairs.”
The experts laughed and said: "This is a psychological shadow. I didn't expect that if they didn't pay tribute, someone would build them a house for free."
He Huan said: "The roads have been opened and new houses have been built. Not only can the villagers live a good life, but it also makes it easier for us to see such beautiful scenery!"
Everyone nodded, this border town, the secret land town, is unexpectedly good!
"The signal will be strengthened later and the network will be connected." Gu Ju said, "Bingzhongluo and Zhiziluo will be developed in the future. Beautiful roads will be built and construction will be completed along them.
The purpose of doing all this is to develop tourism! Although the mountains and rivers are beautiful, our place is now a nature reserve. We cannot cut down trees, hunt, or burn mountains to cultivate land. It is really not possible for them to live in the mountains.
Agriculture and industry cannot be developed here, and mining is not allowed if there are mines. The location is fragile and the environment needs to be protected. In the past, these ethnic groups relied on the mountains, but now they really have nothing else to produce."
Everyone nodded. Since we want to preserve this precious resource and beautiful scenery for mankind, we must find a new way out for the local residents.
"It's really great! It's completely different from the remote and isolated village I imagined! It's more beautiful than the villages outside! Although it is the most remote place, it has such beautiful houses and hardened roads! As expected, no savior can do it.
You still have to rely on your own country.”
"Isn't that right?" Gu Ju said, "Little White Dragon has a strange yin and yang, but the county, state, province, and country have worked hard at all levels. The Dulong people are the first in Yunzhou to lift the entire tribe out of poverty!"
"I don't have any evil spirits, Gu Ju, you are too glass-hearted."
There was another burst of laughter on the road.
The bright national flags everywhere are more eye-catching than the churches. There are beautiful houses, schools, office buildings and hotels, but the churches are considered old.
Passing by Bapo Village, the Valley Bureau said: "This was the old township government. Because the horse-horse post road was built here, the goods carried by horse gangs used to be dropped off here. It was very lively."
After passing the government of the fellow villagers who retired after their success, we arrived at Maku.
"Maku is the southernmost village on the Dulong River, bordering Myanmar. The Dulong River flows out of their village and becomes the Enmeikai River," He Huan said.
When we came to this village on the border with Myanmar, we saw a beautiful house surrounded by primeval forests and the Dulong River. There were red flags on the roofs of every house. Everyone really felt like they were home.
As soon as we saw the archway at the entrance of the village, firecrackers went off. The motorcade stopped one after another and everyone got out of the car.
The villagers of Maku Village were draped in rainbow-like Dulong blankets and carrying wine in bamboo tubes. With smiles on their faces, they lined up in two rows at the intersection and sang to welcome them.
If it weren't for the tattooed old lady in the crowd, one would only feel that this is an enthusiastic and modern ethnic minority, but the tattooed grandmother adds a touch of mystery to this nation that has directly transitioned to socialism.
He Huan opened his voice and sang with them: "Hey - Mu Kong Nanmu Nanre hey! Nanmu Nanxiu roll Ren - Ouch, Nanmu Ma Nanmu Nanren - Ouch! Akandicai dicai
Nan Mu Nan - oh, carrying the nan mu nan on the back - ah, carrying the nan mu nan - ah..."
The experts' faces were full of smiles and confusion.
Gu Ju looked at him, "Xiao Bailong is such a talent! He can sing wherever he goes! He can sing any song!"
The villagers were even more surprised that the guest could actually sing the Dulong song! You came and I sang louder!
Martin looked at Xiao Bailong with a smile on his face. He was the only one who was not surprised. He already knew that he could not sing the Dulong song and Xiao Bailong could do it! These must be brothers!
After finishing the song, the village chief excitedly put his arms around Xiao Bailong's neck, picked up the bamboo tube, and drank Tongxin wine with him.
Other villagers also came over to drink Tongxin wine with the guests.
After drinking, Liang Ange caught Xiao Bailong and asked curiously: "What did you just sing?"
The experts also looked at him curiously.
"Visiting relatives and friends. What they mean is that they welcome us to come from afar. Thank you for your hard work. We feel like home when we come here."
What I sang means: I walked out of my home to visit my relatives and friends. My dear friend, I climbed over the snow-capped mountains that the roc could not fly, in order to find my friends. I crossed the river that the otter could not swim,
To find our friendship.
The sun sets and rises, the moon dims and shines, the peach blossoms bloom and wither, the willow leaves fall and turn green again, time cannot take away our feelings, our friendship will last forever!"
"Wow!"
Qin Huai and several experts quickly took down the gifts and handed them to the village chief.
The village chief greeted the villagers and continued, "Hey, you're so polite! You're so polite! Why did you get so many things!"
The villagers claimed the guests on the spot and helped the guests take their luggage to their homes. Naturally, He Huan was claimed by Martin, and he ran away on a motorcycle pulling his suitcase.