The old man calmed down and quickly tied to the stern of the boat.
At this time, the bow and stern of the ship collapsed into a straight line, and the ship was much more stable.
Several big waves hit, and the boat rose and fell. Sometimes it was in the air, and sometimes it fell into the depths of the river waves!
Ling'er and his daughter held the boat in their hands and beat the waves sharply, trying their best to maintain the balance of the boat.
Ye Fan followed suit, grabbed an oar and came to Ling'er's side, hugged her with one arm, and worked together to stabilize the boat.
I don’t know how long it took for the boat to finally pass through the twists and turns of the river.
The clothes of the three of them were already soaked.
The old man took a breath and thanked Ye Fan: "Young man, thank you very much!"
Then he frowned at Ling'er and said: "Girl, we have walked this nine-turn road hundreds of times and never had anything go wrong. Why did we almost capsize this time?"
"Dad, it's me...it's my fault."
"You're not telling me!"
The boatman said: "I apologize to little brother Ye."
Ling'er was full of apologies and looked at Mark: "Brother, I'm sorry."
"It's a small thing."
Ye Fan breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you okay?"
"No."
Ling'er shook her head and said with red cheeks: "Brother, you...can you let go?"
Ye Fan found that his hand was still on Ling'er's waist, so he quickly retracted and said: "I'm sorry."
"Um."
Ling'er's face turned red, and she stood up and fiddled with the boat pole.
After passing Jiuzhuan Waterway, they entered a gentle Huihe Lake.
On the other side of the lake, there is a simple little pier.
The three of them went ashore.
The old boatman parked the boat at the dock, nailed the rope, and pointed to a narrow path.
"Ye Fan, across this mountain is our Hua Miao Village! You can rest at my house tonight, and let Ling'er take you to the flower market in Da Miao Village tomorrow."
Ye Fan followed the old boatman and Ling'er and asked curiously: "Doesn't Hua Miao really need to participate in the Miao girl election?
Why do you still have time to do the flower market?"
"Ye Fan, this is our custom."
The old boatman chuckled and said: "The general election of Miao women will be held in Da Miao Village, and before that there will be a flower-grabbing event.
For small Miao villages like us, grabbing the flowers is the highlight.
Many young Miao youths met in the flower robbing field!"
"Oh, the Miao version of If You Are the One!"
Ye Fan nodded and smiled, and asked Xiang Ling'er: "Sister Ling'er, do you have a crush on me? I'll help you grab the flower field!"
"Brother stupid, we women are the flowers. If other Miao men want to win our favor, they have to grab the same flowers as us.
If you grab my flowers and I like you too, I will take them and make them into a garland for you."
Ling'er's face became increasingly red, as if hinting at Ye Fan.
"That's it, then I'd better not get involved blindly, so as not to delay your life-long events."
Ye Fan smiled awkwardly.
Ling'er stamped her feet in annoyance and quickly ran in front of the old boatman.
The old boatman laughed loudly and patted Ye Fan on the shoulder meaningfully, leaving Ye Fan confused.
The three of them walked through the small mountain road and came to a cottage composed of a large group of stilted buildings.
This stilted building is located halfway up the mountain, surrounded by forests, rocks, mountains and rivers, plus hazy mountain fog.
It was like a beautiful landscape painting! Ye Fan looked at the magnificent scenery and was secretly amazed.
However, before he could admire him, a panicked shout suddenly rang out in the Miao village.
The old boatman and Ling'er looked at each other and hurriedly crossed the mountain road and rushed towards the Miao village.
Ye Fan quickly followed, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
"Miao bandits, Miao bandits are here to collect money again!"
Linger replied anxiously.
"Miao...bandit?"
Ye Fan was shocked.
What era is this in, and there are still bandits?
In fact, Miao bandits are just a term Hua Miao calls local bullies.
These bullies came from the Heishan Miao in the Miao village next door. The entire village was ruthless and ferocious. Also, the Heishan Miao people had been practicing martial arts since childhood and had developed the habit of getting something for nothing.
The surrounding Miao villages were filled with complaints, but there was nothing they could do.
The three of them quickly ran into Huamiao Village.
I saw two people facing each other in the open space at the village gate.
The Miao clothing on one side is similar to that of Ling'er and others, while the other side is composed of a group of Miao people wearing long black clothes.
Although there are only twenty or thirty people in this group, they are all tall, strong, and fierce, and you can tell at a glance that they are not easy to mess with.
There are more than a dozen seedling species in the deep seedling area, and each seedling species has multiple branches. Each of these branches has its own Miao village.
Although they all belong to the Miao ethnic group, each Miao village is different, which can be seen from their costumes.
"Get out of the way, the leader of Zhuoma village is here!"
"Dad Zhuoma, the people from Heishan Miao are here to collect money again!"
"We already paid it a few days ago, and they want to collect another one!"
The young men of Huamiao held hatchets and greeted the old boatman.
The group of people on the opposite side sneered. The middle-aged man at the head crossed his arms and said in a deep voice: "Dolma, I don't want to charge you more money.
But the Miao Women’s election is coming soon, we just ask you to pay next month’s money first, and then you can pay less next month!”
The old boatman looked angry and said in a deep voice: "You Montenegro seedlings are short of money, and our Hua seedlings are also short of money!"
"This has nothing to do with me. I follow the command of the village leader to collect the accounts. Anyone who dares to break the rules will be the enemy of our Heimiao!"
The middle-aged man shouted loudly.
Ye Fan followed Ling'er and asked curiously: "Why do you Hua Miao pay money to Heishan Miao?"
"Brother Ye Fan, all the income from our Miao Village is exchanged at the market in the Miao Village.
The large Miao village was built by black Miao people, and every Miao village has a shop street there, and these people are here to collect the rent from the shop street."
"There's nothing wrong with it."
Ye Fan was stunned.
When renting someone else’s shop, the rent they charge is reasonable and legal! “No, their rent is very high, and they increase the rent at every turn.
Even if we don’t rent it out, they still have to charge the rent to us before they rent it out!”
Ling'er gritted her teeth and hummed: "If anyone dares to refuse to pay, they will come directly to our Miao Village to collect the money!"
"I see."
Ye Fan suddenly realized, "Can't anyone take care of these bullies?"
"No one can control them!"
Ling'er said: "Our Shenmiao government has designated autonomous regions and is its own faction. Very few people can interfere!"
"Then why don't you resist them?"
Ye Fan was puzzled, "The government can't control it, let's do it ourselves!"
"The people of Hei Miao are very bad, and Hei Shan Miao is one of the more powerful ones. We rented the shops in Hua Miao from them."
Ling'er sighed: "We, the flower seedlings, can't defeat them."
The old boatman and the young man with the flower seedlings were blocking the way and arguing with the group of black seedlings.
The leader of the Black Mountain seedlings became impatient, pulled out the hatchet from his waist, and said angrily.
"Dolma, I have good things to say to you. If you don't appreciate it, don't blame me, Heishan Miao, for not remembering our old friendship!"
"Zhuangze, what old relationship do we have?"
The old boatman seemed kind, but he was not someone to be bullied. He immediately took out his hatchet and pointed it at the middle-aged man.