MTL - My Teacher is Sun Wukong-Chapter 1787 Festival 1
"The Golden Head, why are the three sisters mixed with the children, not with the girls of the same age?" Xiao Fei asked strangely to Jin Jiapan.
"That is because the three sisters are less than sixteen years old this year, she only fifteen, only a few months before she went to sixteen." Jin Jiapan said: "When the girl of sixteen, she can marry. The sixteen-year-old girl wears a hat, and the three sisters don’t wear it. She can only play with children when she is less than sixteen years old, and cannot be with a girl who is sixteen years old."
"It turns out that." Xiao Fei said.
"Have the festival is also the day for them to find the lover. After the major ceremony, the young men and women of several villages will go to the mountains to go to the song. If they meet the agreement, the parents of both sides can formally become a relative." Pan said.
"So, the three sisters can't participate in the song this time?" Xiao Fei asked.
"That is of course." Jin Jiapan said, "The reason I asked the three sisters to talk to you the day before yesterday is because she is underage. If she is an adult, it will inevitably cause others to gossip. Although you are friends of our stockade, but you are friends of our stockade, but Our Yao women cannot marry the Han people."
"All Yao women are not allowed to marry the Han people?" Xiao Fei asked.
"Not at all." Jin Jiapan said, "The Yao people in other places are still married to the Han people. They are all living with the Han people, and there is almost no difference between them and the Han people. I heard that Yao people in other places are still on the list." The big official, who also had a college entrance examination in the previous year, they are the pride of our Yao people."
"Then why are you not allowed to marry the Han people in your village?"
"Because we have no precedent here," said Jin Jiapan.
"It turns out that." Xiao Fei said.
All men and women in Jinjiazhai, young and old, set off together outside the village. A few young men, with their backs and drums, tapped while leading the way. The children and girls in the stockade are behind them.
The drum is very big, and the drumhead is like a water tank. The circumference of the body is set with a copper edge and it looks very heavy. Estimated that each has a few pounds, if not a strong man, absolutely can not resist how long. When I beat, the sound was very loud, powerful, and resounding through the mountains, and the rhythm of the drums was very cheerful.
The villagers behind are bustling, some are carrying bows and arrows, some are carrying bird cages, and there are horses. Back bows and arrows are waiting for an archery later. Hand-held bird cages are used to fight thrush birds. Many Yao people like to catch birds and like to fight each other. In short, there will be a lot of recreational activities.
"We are going to Zhaojiazhai in front of it." Jin Jiapan explained: "There are four Yaomin villages near Jinyuling. Whenever they wish to celebrate the festival, they will take turns to celebrate in a village. After all, a village only has a village. Dozens of households, if they are held separately, will be less deserted, and the old mother will be unhappy. The four villages will celebrate together, and that will be lively. The old mother will be happy when we see each other and bless us."
"Yeah." Xiao Fei nodded. "Yes, you are all surnamed Zhao, surnamed Jin. These surnames seem to be similar to Han Chinese surnames."
"Our ancestors used to live with the Han people before, about the Sui Dynasty. Later, because they were dissatisfied with the pressure of the government, they returned to the mountains." Jin Jiapan said.
That is to say, a long time ago, they also had a national integration with the Han people. In this continent of China, the history books have been integrated many times. It is almost impossible to find the pure blood of a certain nation.
"When we go to Zhaojiazhai, we need to take a half-day mountain road. It is estimated that it is noon when we go." Jin Jiapan said: "And just yesterday, we have sent the slaughtered pigs and cattle to the past. After all, it is four. People from a village celebrated together, and there is not so much cattle and sheep in a village in Zhaojiazhai."
It turned out that Zhao Jiazhai was not a cow, but four.
Not long after, the crowd walked out of the village and entered a narrow, rugged mountain road.
Walking in the long mountain road, everyone is very tired because they want to celebrate the joy of the holiday, all the way to talk and laugh. I went to noon, and when the sun was shining, I saw another Yao village, standing in front. This village should be what they call Zhaojiazhai.
"Welcome everyone from Jinjiazhai!" In the village entrance of Zhaojiazhai, several people from Zhaojiazhai stood long and welcomed them in the queue. The heads of Zhaojiazhai stood up and bowed to them and said.
"Zhaotou people, polite, polite." Jintou people said with a smile.
At their feet, they have already set up a few cauldrons, which are hot, all of which are cooked tea. The young girls in Zhaojiacun are girls who are not married, not women. They stand up and give tea to the men who carry the drums. The men turned to tea and drank it in one bite.
After walking for a long time on the mountain road, and still carrying a few dozen pounds of drums, not to be thirsty. Drinking tea is like a cow drinking water, and all of it is dry.
As for those who don't have a big drum and follow the villagers, they want to drink tea and drink their own bowls, but no girl gives them tea. According to their rules, the girls will only respect those strong and powerful drummers. Walking on the mountain road with a few pounds of drums, it is really not everyone can do it.
As for the children, the girls in Zhaojiazhai were from the basket on the ground, and each person grabbed a candy. Let the children be happy and rush into the village with joy.
"The Jintou people, these are..." Seeing Xiao Fei and others did not wear national costumes, unlike their ethnic groups, and there was also a foreign woman Aishwarya, Zhaotou people frowned and said, "We Yao people have never liked to mix with the Han people. Have you brought a few Han Chinese to attend the festival of our old mother?"
"They are all guests of Jinjiazhai. They are very friendly. I invited them to participate in the festival and celebrate with us. It doesn't matter," said Jin Jiapan.
"Hey! I see you are fancying the money they gave? Our old mother's holiday can't be used to make money for tourism. If you really want to make money with the old mother's holiday, it is the cartilage head." Zhaotou said.
"Zhaotou people, you misunderstood, my Jinjiapan is a man of righteousness, and what is the cartilage head?" Jin Jiapan said: "They are all travelers who want to go to the provincial capital, not to watch our holiday visitors. Tell you the truth, I stayed in Jinjiazhai for three days, and I didn’t pay for it."
It seems that the day before he confiscated Xiao Fei’s money was right.
