It took about twenty minutes for the four of them to arrive at the village halfway up the mountain. At the entrance of the village, there was also a large stone tablet with the words "Dongxing Village Second Division" written on it. However, on the stone tablet
, except for these five characters, there are no other characters. Compared with the Zhuang people, the Miao people's writing is less developed.
Most of the inheritance of the Miao people is transmitted orally, but in the process of oral transmission, there will inevitably be losses, and of course there will be exaggerations. This is the disadvantage of not having written words.
Zhang Fan and Xiao Chong had just put Duan Linlin and Xiao Ning down from their bodies when they saw a dark-skinned man wearing black cloth, a blue and black hat, and holding a torch in his hand jump out from behind the stone tablet.
A middle-aged man with a resolute face.
"Who are you?" The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Fan and the others and asked sternly.
"We are Han nationality and came to this place to travel. We can't find a place to stay at night. We want to stay here for a night? I wonder if big brother can arrange a place for us to rest?" Zhang Fan said very kindly.
After hearing Zhang Fan's words, the middle-aged man looked up and down Zhang Fan's body with a scrutinizing gaze.
"Show me your ID card!" the middle-aged man said.
Hearing this, Zhang Fan and the other four quickly took out their ID cards and handed them to the middle-aged man.
"This is my student ID card..." Immediately afterwards, Zhang Fan took out his student ID card and handed it to the middle-aged man.
As a student, it is easy to gain the trust of others.
"Are you from Pingshan City? Or are you a college student?" The middle-aged man looked at the IDs of the four people and muttered to himself.
Zhang Fan smiled and nodded.
The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Fan and the others again, and finally said: "Come on, I will take you to find a place to live."
"thanks, thanks……"
Zhang Fan and others thanked each other.
Under the leadership of the middle-aged man, several people came to a wooden house behind the stone monument at the entrance of the village. The house was lit with oil lamps, the light was very dark, and the decoration in the house was also very simple, except for a few patinated ones.
In addition to the table, chairs and bench, there is a hard wooden bed.
"This is my home. Although it is a bit crude, it can at least protect me from the wind and rain. You can spend the night at my home tonight," the middle-aged man said.
"Very good." Zhang Fan answered with a smile.
"Huh? By the way, are you leaving tomorrow?" the middle-aged man continued to ask.
"We have no plans to leave. We want to wander around here and learn about the culture of ethnic minorities." Zhang Fan replied.
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the middle-aged man frowned slightly, "Our nation's culture is not as good as your Han culture. Otherwise, you would not have been able to rule us since ancient times."
"Uncle, you are serious. There is no rule but no rule. Now all the ethnic groups in China are one family." Zhang Fan said a high-sounding statement.
"You are quite good at talking at such a young age," the middle-aged man said.
Although the middle-aged man knew that what Zhang Fan said was a bit high-sounding, it reduced his hostility towards Zhang Fan and others. Sometimes, some high-sounding words to save face are still very necessary.
"You can stay here for one night and I can
I can make the decision, but I can’t make the decision as to whether I can travel around the village, so you have to ask our clan leader." said the middle-aged man.
"If that's the case, then you can take us to your clan leader's house tomorrow morning to ask for his opinion, so as not to cause you any trouble," Zhang Fan said.
"Okay." The middle-aged man nodded, "You guys go to bed early, I have to go to the village entrance."
"It's late at night, please slow down." Zhang Fan said a word of concern. No one in this world would dislike other people's concern for him.
The middle-aged man nodded, put on a coat and left the room.
"Mr. Zhang, the police must still be looking for us down the mountain. Will they come up the mountain?" Xiao Chong asked worriedly.
"It's not impossible." Zhang Fan replied, "After we heard the siren, we immediately went down the mountain. With the strength of the two of us, the police should not be able to catch up with us."
Zhang Fan did not want to have a head-on conflict with these policemen, because once a head-on conflict occurred, more police would intercept them, which would be very detrimental to their pursuit of the case.
At this time, Zhang Fan had a simple idea, which was to drag the police to search for them until they followed Teacher Wang to the county seat, find some clues related to the case, and find out the person behind Teacher Wang.
"Rest peacefully." Zhang Fan glanced at the three people around him and said.
All three of them nodded.
Afterwards, the four of them tidied up briefly and lay down on the wooden bed.
Just when the few people were breathing evenly and feeling a little sleepy, they heard the door outside the door being pulled open with a creaking sound. Then, a voice came to their ears, "It's a bit cold today.
…”
After the middle-aged man said this, he saw Zhang Fan and others sleeping. When he swallowed what he said below, he hung up his clothes and lay down on the wooden bed beside him to rest.
On the morning of the second day, Zhang Fan and others woke up when they smelled the aroma of rice. They had just sat up when a middle-aged man came into my room carrying a wooden bucket and a plate and placed them on the table.
The wooden barrel was filled with white rice, and the plate was filled with bacon stir-fried with unknown wild vegetables. Whether it was wild vegetables or bacon, both included a thick layer of chili peppers. The Miao people have a saying that "no dish can be cooked without spicy food."
Every dish has chili as a condiment.
"This is how we Miao people usually eat. I don't know if you are used to it, but I don't know how to cook other meals." The middle-aged man said, "Get up and have a bite. After you finish eating, I will take you there.
Meet our clan leader."
Zhang Fan and others got up quickly, washed briefly, and then started eating.
The food was salty and spicy, and Zhang Fan and the others were indeed not used to it, but the rice was enough, so there was no problem in being full.
After breakfast, the middle-aged man took Zhang Fan and others into the village. The structure of this village was similar to that of the Zhuang village down the mountain, but it was more dilapidated than the Zhuang village.
Just as they were looking around, several people had arrived at the center of the village. In the center of the Zhuang village was a school. In the center of the village, there were 20 huge Miao drums placed in a semicircle.
There is also a 10-meter-long tree-shaped knife ladder standing in the center of the square. Next to this knife ladder, a strong black cow weighing two thousand kilograms, with a curved horn on its head, falls.