Lao Liu's 'toilet paper' is a silk fabric specially supplied by the Weaving and Dyeing Bureau, allowing His Highness to indulge in silky smoothness. Each piece is as big as a handkerchief, and it was also given to him as a tribute in the name of a handkerchief. It is just a one-time use.
, throw it away after use.
It is said that those who are close to vermillion are red and those who are close to ink are black. If the eldest brother doesn't talk about the second brother, how can he really get angry with them?
We can only educate them: "You can't do this. In the eyes of scholars, paper is very sacred. If you let them know, this king will have another crime."
As he spoke, he pointed at Mu Ying's soldiers and said: "Look at these people, they are also noble children. They all grew up with a silver spoon in their mouths. They know not to cause trouble to the Marquis."
"Your Highness, stop talking..." Mu Ying handed him a roll of white cloth with a face full of shame and said: "They use kapok cloth produced in Shaanxi."
"Good guys." Zhu Zhen said completely speechless: "You guys will enjoy the competition one by one."
"Your Highness, those who ride horses all day long should be kind to their butts." Everyone knew that he was not really angry, so some soldiers said with a smile.
"Okay, you can use whatever you like. Just don't use paper that can be written on." Zhu Zhen waved his hand and offered amnesty to the world.
"Thank you, Your Highness!" All the guards breathed a sigh of relief.
"But all the crime tools were confiscated." Zhu Zhen added.
"Yes, yes." The guards nodded and said, "We can use tree leaves."
As a result, everyone's "toilet paper" became the material for making the skin of the Kongming Lantern.
As for how to connect these small pieces of paper and small rags, you can use the flour you brought to make a paste.
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Early the next morning, the guards followed the guide and started working separately in the deep mountains and old forests.
Zhu Zhen divided them into several groups. One group went to find suitable bamboo, cut it back and cut it into strips to make the skeleton.
The other group is responsible for collecting rosin for fuel. There are large tracts of pine forests in Wumeng Mountain. The guards specially select the thick and gnarled pine trees facing the sun. Cut a long hole high in the trunk, all the way to the root. Then use the forest to
You can catch them with dead tree bark that can be found everywhere, and you can catch many in one day.
With the skin, skeleton and fuel, the Kongming Lantern was actually completed. However, the plain lantern was not scary enough and had to be decorated. Zhu Zhen ordered a group of people to collect plant dyes in the forest.
The forests of Guizhou are truly a treasure trove. The dyes used by the locals are also taken from forest plants. Red can be obtained from madder, purple can be obtained from comfrey, black can be produced from soap bucket, and blue can be produced from indigo... It is colorful.
Everything you need.
They don't need anything that makes the color strong and durable, as long as it doesn't fade overnight, that's it. So the dye plants collected don't need to be specially processed, just mash them and use the juice.
Everyone worked together, and before dark the next day, more than a hundred huge Kongming lanterns were built. Colorful ghost heads were also painted upside down... According to Luoluo people's legend, hungry ghosts will die because they haven't eaten for a year.
They were all top-heavy from hunger, so they could only float to the world with their heads down.
Those green faces and fangs, ferocious looks, and all kinds of strange faces scared the guides in the western part of the water before they even took off. Everyone said that it was lucky that Alon went back to report the news, otherwise, if he had been here, he might have been scared to death again.
When the team that collected rosin came back and refilled the Kongming lanterns with fuel, everyone couldn't wait and lit up twenty or thirty Kongming lanterns with tethers according to His Highness's instructions.
As the grease burned, the sky lantern gradually filled with heat, and soon, amid the exclamations of Luo Luo people, they rose slowly one after another...
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Puding Fort across the canyon.
The 'Shallow Dede' ceremony started again as scheduled. Wearing a mask with a ghost face and disheveled hair, Pudingbu Bimo was still dressed in the same outfit as yesterday, holding a short sword and a long sword, and yelled along the city wall.
A group of men with their faces and hands and feet blackened followed, wearing raincoats upside down, leading sheep and dogs, holding straw men and horses, walking and dancing...
They walked half a circle around the village wall and reached the western end. When they were about to continue dancing to the south, someone inadvertently looked up at the sky and was suddenly stunned by the scene above the canyon to the west.
Hearing the horrified cry of his companion, the men next to him also raised their heads and followed his line of sight, and then they were too frightened to move.
Only the ghost-faced Bimo was jumping, jumping, shouting and yelling attentively in the front. It was only after he had gone a long way that he felt something strange. When he looked back, he found that there was no one behind him.
Bimo looked back through the mask and saw the group of men who were supposed to be following him closely. They were all standing in the distance and looking up at the sky, as if they had been immobilized.
Bimo was so angry that he turned around and asked for the crime: "Tomorrow night is the day when the gates of hell will open. How can you be so lax in your morality?"
"Bi, Bimo..." A man stretched out his trembling hand, pointed to the sky, and stammered: "Ghost, the gate of ghost has been opened."
"Nonsense, the day hasn't come yet..." Bimo didn't believe it, but following what the man pointed at, he was also shocked.
I saw twenty or thirty groups of faint blue will-o’-the-wisps floating over the canyon in the distance, floating up and down, circling left and right...
"Ghost, hungry ghost..." Bimo couldn't help but lost his voice. Although it was the first time for him to see such a sight, it was difficult to have any other answer to this situation.
Hearing Bimo's affirmative answer, all the tribesmen couldn't stand it anymore. Some people sat down on the ground, some dropped the sacrifices and ran away, and some knelt down and kowtowed, begging the hungry ghosts not to come.
Bimo was also frightened, but he was a professional after all and had to be calmer. He suppressed his fear and stared at the ghosts floating in the air, and finally made a discovery: "Don't panic, those hungry ghosts can't survive."
Come on, they are obviously blocked by something."
The panicked tribesmen looked again after hearing the words, and saw that just as Bimo said, those ghosts were only hovering in a fixed area and did not fly towards them.
"Bi, Bimo, what's going on?" Then he calmed down and stammered:
"What's blocking those ghosts?"
"It should be that the ghost gate has not been opened yet, so they can only let loose at the door..." Bimo guessed: "After all, tomorrow is the official day."
"That's it." All the clansmen breathed a sigh of relief, at least everything will be fine tonight.
"Stop talking nonsense. Hungry ghosts were invisible before, but this time they are so clear!" Then Bimo said in a stern tone: "So tomorrow night, the hungry ghosts will definitely be more ferocious than ever before. If you don't want to die, hurry up."
Come back and follow me to continue 'Qian De De'!"
"Hey, hey." The tribesmen quickly picked up the sacrifices that were thrown on the ground, retrieved the white dog and the sheep that had run away, returned to Bimo, and continued their hard work of "Qian De De".
After the ceremony, the will-o'-the-wisps in the distance disappeared. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and felt even greater fear, because tomorrow is the day to open the ghost gate...
