The old boatman was stunned and said, "Young man, which clan are you from?
How can you walk in the mountains?"
"I am a member of the Hei Miao tribe. My parents grew up and I followed my only uncle to other places.
My uncle passed away last year, so I went back to my hometown to visit on his behalf."
"Black Miao?"
The old man frowned slightly, "There are so many black seedlings, which one are you?"
"I don't know either.
My uncle never told me about his hometown, and I only found out about it when I was sorting out his belongings."
Ye Fan sighed and said, "Big brother, can you take me to Heimiao? Maybe someone will recognize my uncle's relics."
"Show me first."
The old boatman said.
Ye Fan took out a jade pendant from his arms.
This jade pendant is an ancient jade from the Black Miao ethnic group, and Ye Fan bought it specially from Kunming.
The old boatman took the jade pendant and looked at it for a while, "It is indeed Heimiao's, and it is quite old.
But I can't tell which black seedling it is.
Little brother, do you really want to go to Heimiao?"
With that said, he handed the jade pendant back to Ye Fan.
"Is there anything wrong?"
Ye Fan was confused.
"The Black Miao people are the most unrest Miao people in our Shen Miao territory, especially the Black Ghost Miao, White Ghost Miao, Tian Gui Miao, and Di Ghost Miao Miao villages, who fight back and forth all day long.
If you enter the Black Miao at this time, you will easily suffer disaster."
The old boatman said.
"ah?"
Ye Fan pretended to be shocked, "What should we do?"
"How about this? You come with us to our Hua Miao Village first.
Our place is very safe. There will be a Miao prosperity in a few days, and all the Miao people will not cause trouble.
When the time comes, I will introduce you to some old-timers from the Black Miao community, and they should be able to give you the answer."
The old boatman had already let down his guard at this time and accepted Ye Fan.
The Hua Miao people are a Miao people who advocate peace and freedom in the Miao territory. Unlike the Hei Miao people, they have a strong territorial awareness and aggressiveness.
In the old boatman's view, although Ye Fan was from the Black Miao family, he was a filial son who returned home and was not as vicious as the Black Miao people.
Ye Fan was immediately overjoyed, "Thank you so much, big brother! Don't worry, I won't ride on your boat in vain..." After saying that, Ye Fan was about to pay.
The old man's face changed and he said: "We are all Miao people, how can I collect your money? Ling'er, pass the pole and bring him up."
"Okay, Dad!"
The girl covered her mouth and smiled, then stretched out the long pole and said, "Hold on tight."
"Um!"
Ye Fan was picked up by the opponent, flew a few meters into the air and landed firmly in the cabin.
"ah!"
Ye Fan pretended to be panicked, shook his body, and almost fell down.
"Get started!"
The girl giggled, hoisted the boat, and sailed toward the middle of the river.
The boat floated lightly in the roaring river water, moving forward along the current.
The melodious singing echoed among the cliffs again.
She sang in Miao dialect, and Ye Fan didn't understand a word of it, but the tune was melodious and the voice was clear and clear, which made people feel at ease and very comfortable.
Soon, after the boat had traveled more than ten miles, the river slowed down and the river bed became twice as wide as before.
Ye Fan's martial strength was suppressed to death, and he became increasingly certain that this was the place where the Mother Insect Emperor confessed.
He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at the girl: "Girl, thank you!"
"Giggle!"
The girl gave a sweet smile.
When she was crossing the rapids just now, she saw that Ye Fan's face was pale and pale in panic, and he looked very funny, so she had a good impression of this straightforward little brother.
At this time he asked a question, and the girl replied: "My name is Ling'er.
May I have your name?"
"Ye Fan."
Ye Fan said: "Sister Ling'er, the river here is so fast, why don't you drive out of the mountain?"
"There are no roads in Miao territory."
Ling'er couldn't help but blush when she heard Ye Fan add the word "sister" after her name.
Among the Miao people, "brother" and "sister" are special titles and cannot be called casually.
Ye Fan didn't know the rules here and made a slip of the tongue, but neither the old boatman nor Ling'er forced him to correct it.
After all, he grew up in a big city outside, and he never knew his Miao identity. No one taught him the etiquette of the Miao village.
Seeing his daughter's expression, the old boatman laughed and said, "Young man, the Shenmiao area is full of cliffs and rapids. In some places, it is surrounded by water, so travel can only be done by boat.
Moreover, no one in our autonomous prefecture is willing to build in this remote and remote area."
"where!"
Ye Fan waved his hand and said: "The scenery here is beautiful and the sky is pleasant. If I grew up here, my soul would definitely be extremely pure!"
Ling'er smiled and said: "Brother, is your heart very muddy now?"
"This..." Ye Fan shook his head and smiled, Yourong sighed, turned his head to look at the gradually calming water surface, and did not say any more.
Ling'er looked at his side face, and her heart suddenly tightened.
Melancholic men are always very destructive to girls.
"Brother, if you like Shenmiao, stay here longer.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t speak Miao, I can accompany you!”
A blush appeared on Ling'er's face, and she added: "Two days later there will be a grand meeting for our Miao land gods to select Miao girls, and all Miao villages will participate.
Brother, you can come along, it will be really fun!"
"God's Chosen Young Girl?"
Ye Fan raised his eyebrows and immediately agreed: "Okay, I'll go take a look too!"
The Miao Xinjiang event that Ling'er mentioned is the "God's Chosen Miao Girl" held once every ten years in Miao Xinjiang.
It was probably the decree of the gods that selected the Miao saint.
Ye Fan, intentionally or unintentionally, found out a lot about Miao Jiang from Ling'er.
Ling'er got excited about chatting and started singing again.
Miao girls are good at singing and dancing, and can sing folk songs as soon as they open their mouths.
Ye Fan looked up at her and said with envy: "Sister Ling'er, you sing so well and you are beautiful, you can also participate in that god's selection of young girls! If I were a judge, I would definitely vote for you!"
The old boatman sitting at the stern of the boat laughed and said: "Young man, we Ling'er are not qualified to be chosen by the gods.
However, the God’s Chosen Miao Daughter Festival is also a grand occasion for marriages in our Miao territory, and many young men and women will get married on that day.
My daughter is a well-known lark, and I don’t know how many Miao men like her!
"Daddy!"
Ling'er called out urgently and stamped her feet shyly, causing the boat to shake violently.
The old boatman and Ye Fan looked at each other and laughed in unison.
At this time, the boat sailed across the gentle river bed.
The lower river began to flow rapidly again.
The old boatman said to Ye Fan: "Young man, hold on to the edge of the boat! There is still one last journey to our Huamiao Village!"
After a while, the boat rounded a big mountain and entered a rapid bend.
The river was surging with rapids, and the boat seemed to be floating and falling with the wind, bumping around.
The old man held the oar with both hands and shouted: "Ling'er, control the rope!
""Um!"
Ling'er's thoughts were complex and absent-minded.
I accidentally stepped on the wet cabin and almost slipped and fell.
"careful!"
The old boatman was shocked and shouted quickly.
If you make a mistake here, all three people in the boat will fall into the river.
Linger's face was pale and he wanted to grab the rope at the bow of the boat, but he was beyond his reach and was about to fall off the boat.
At this moment, Ye Fan suddenly jumped up, walked to the bow of the boat in two steps, put one hand around Ling'er's waist, and grabbed the bow rope with the other hand, and threw it to the old boatman.