Although the Miao village seen from the top of the mountain was looming, the distance was definitely not short. The three of them walked to about five o'clock in the afternoon and still did not see the edge of the village. Not to mention Fatty Wang and even Xiang Que.
I feel like I'm running out of energy.
Although Lao Li is older, living in the mountains all year round is much easier than the two of them. He always says it's coming soon, it's coming soon, but after more than an hour, there is still no end.
"I guess I may have to stay overnight in the mountains again today. Come on, I can't tell you what else I will gain from this trip with you, but I will definitely lose a lot of fat. I will just fucking lose weight." Wang Xuanzhen was miserable.
Yan's head was drooped, and he really couldn't walk.
Lao Li said at this time: "Maybe we can't reach the stockade, but we won't sleep in the woods again. I remember there is a village dozens of kilometers away from the stockade. We can stay there at night."
Xiang Que asked: "Have you been to that village before? Tell me what it was like."
Lao Li showed an expression of recollection, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "That is a black Miao village. I went there with the clan leader of our village more than ten years ago. At that time, I walked a lot of mountain roads and stayed in the village.
In a village dozens of kilometers away from Hei Miao Village, the village is mixed, with Miao, Han and even other ethnic groups living together.
Yes, after resting for one night in this village, we set off for the Miao village the next day. At that time, I only knew that the clan leader asked an old wizard from the Black Miao village to treat his child. It is said that he used Gu.
I was accompanying them at that time, to pick up gifts for the clan leader. As for what they were talking about and what happened next, I have no idea.”
The Miao people are collectively called the Miao people, but there are many branches and ethnic groups. The three largest Miao people with the largest number of people and the widest branches are the black Miao, white Miao and flower Miao. They are all distinguished based on the characteristics of the Miao people's clothing.
, and a large part of the Miao people are Chinese or semi-Chinese, such as Lao Li.
It is said that there are sometimes constant disputes between various Miao branches, especially the White Miao and the Black Miao who often break out into chaos and start fighting every once in a while. This has been the case for hundreds of thousands of years.
Not even the state can resolve this kind of thing. It is entirely an internal conflict among the Miao people. It cannot be reconciled or resolved. This kind of chaos will probably continue forever.
What Lao Li took Xiangque and Wang Xuanzhen to was a Black Miao village. It was an old village that had been passed down for hundreds of years. There were about two thousand people in the village. Many of the people in the village were Gu farmers, and Lao Li also went there.
After passing through such a Gu-raising village, if you ask him to look for anything else, he won't be able to find it.
The three of them arrived at the village that Lao Li was talking about at around 7 o'clock in the evening. The village was very small with only a few dozen households. Since it was in the deep mountains, it was inconvenient to have electricity and water supply. After dark, every household was basically empty.
Every household has turned off the lights.
However, although the house was pitch dark, the moon in the sky was still shining brightly, and many people in the village came out of their houses and sat outside.
"After entering the village, don't talk to people casually. Don't pay attention to anyone who talks to us. Let's just find a farmer to give them some money and get some food to eat and sleep." When they were approaching the village, Lao Li whispered to the two of them.
A few sentences.
"You're just staying overnight, why are you acting like an underground worker?" Wang Xuanzhen asked strangely.
Lao Li shook his head and said: "I don't know either. He told me when he came with our clan leader that year. I asked him why at that time, but he scolded me and didn't tell me. Then we looked for him.
Someone gave them ten yuan and stayed there."
After entering the village, the arrival of the three people should be easy to attract the attention of strangers, but no one paid any attention to them after they entered the village. At most, some people just looked at them sideways, looked at them a few times, and then turned their heads.
It was so low, as if these three people were originally from the village.
"Lao Xiang, you find it a bit strange that there are no people here." Walking on the village road, Wang Xuanzhen was surprised to find that the people in the village seemed to be very lazy and their clothes were shabby. People outside were standing leaning against the trees.
The ones sitting on the wall were half-lying on the ground, as if their bones were brittle. They all looked like a bunch of lazy people.
This is true for both men and women. They are unkempt and poorly dressed. Some women hold children with bare buttocks in their arms. The parents of young children who cry incessantly do not care, just like holding a dog in their arms.
"I don't have any energy at all. It's like I'm smoking a cigarette. I seem to be living with today and no tomorrow." Xiang Que frowned and said, "They are similar to those begging for food outside. At first glance, they look like they are just waiting to die."
"If you say that, it's quite appropriate. The people here don't give me a good impression, and they look quite annoying." Wang Xuanzhen curled his lips and said.
Lao Li continued: "It was the same when I came here more than ten years ago. I found it strange. Ten years later, it is still like this."
After walking in the village for a while, the three of them finally saw a house that was a little clean and tidy. Outside the house, there were three people, an old man, two young men, and they were gathering together to fight the landlord.
These three people did not have change in front of them, but each had a dozen cigarettes. They used cigarettes as bets when playing. Even though they didn't use any money, they played quite seriously. When they got good cards, they were full of joy.
His hands were trembling, and the loser reluctantly took out the cigarette in front of him with a look of pity.
"I kind of doubt that this village doesn't make movies. You see, these three people acted very realistically. They were very playful without spending any money. Their faces are as red as a gambling god," Wang Xuanzhen said blankly.
Lao Li walked up to the three of them, took out a hundred yuan from his body and handed it over, saying, "Fellow, would you like to stop by and have a night's sleep?"
The older man glanced at the hundred yuan in Lao Li's hand with half-draped eyelids and shook his head.
Lao Li took out another hundred, frowned and said, "It used to be ten yuan when I came here. It's only been more than ten years since it went up, right?"
"I want money, do you have any cigarettes? If you have any, throw them away, otherwise you won't be given a place to live." The older man actually spoke in Mandarin with a smooth accent, without any ethnic minority flavor at all.
Wang Xuanzhen took out two packs of Furong Wang from his pocket and threw them on the ground. As soon as the two packs of cigarettes appeared, the eyes of the three of them suddenly became round. Looking at the cigarettes was more friendly than seeing the money.
"Two packs are not enough," the younger one said, licking his lips, then opened a pack of Furong Wang and eagerly picked up one. The man next to him quickly grabbed it and started smoking.
Wang Xuanzhen snorted, pointed elsewhere, looked at the villagers here with bright eyes, and said, "How about we change places? I think other people seem to welcome us."
"No, no, no, that's enough, that's it, two hundred yuan and two packs of cigarettes, and we'll stay one night and look after them." The older man stood up quickly and stopped them.