Go back to the valley to farm

Chapter 978

Chapter 970 Dustpan Rice
The Guzang Team is composed of [-] people. Among them, Lusheng is wearing a yellow dress with various embroidery on it, which looks like wearing a dragon robe from a distance.

Coupled with the big red turban, at a glance, it looks like the Manchu emperor in formal attire.

Lusheng held the thatch and the bell in his head, danced and shook in front, and led the team with dance steps.

Behind him, there are seven men dressed in long gowns covered with birds' robes.

Each of them played a big reed, which was quite different from the usual musical instrument.

The length is as high as three meters. The lower part is a sound changing device composed of long and thin bamboo tubes. There is also a thick bamboo tube on the top, which should be a loudspeaker device.

The tune it was playing was also very different from usual. The old man said it was a tune called "Gei Lue".

The headdresses of these seven men are rather strange. On the red headscarves, there is a beautiful silver medal that wraps around the upper half of the head. On the silver medals, there are many small cone-shaped protrusions like durian thorns, which look like remnants of the ancient generals' logo.

But there is a row of small thin bells hanging below, which sounded softly with the dance movements, which seemed a bit feminine.This combination made Li Junge feel very weird.

These eight people danced in circles, among them were six people wearing clothes dyed with indigo, one of them was holding a Tibetan flag drum, the other four were blowing mango tubes, and the third was beating a wooden drum .

When the Lusheng team danced around the circle, there was another person on the periphery who was in charge of firing the iron cannon.

This kind of iron cannon is an iron pipe facing the sky. The person who fired the cannon stuffed explosives into the iron pipe and ignited it.

Li Junge felt that every time the iron cannon was fired, it seemed that even the wooden building of A Yin's house was shaken.

Every time the Lusheng team finished playing, Mama Ni, Grandma Ou, A Yin, and some relatives at home took the big pot, picked up the meat in it, and fed it to the Lusheng team and the onlookers. Some brought rice wine and fed it to everyone with half-opened small gourds.

After stepping on and blowing the reeds on Xiaopingdi outside Grandpa Yu’s house, the reeds team went to the village to blow and dance. It is said that every house has to play.

This Lusheng team is a special team, the kind that is well-known in four miles and eight villages. Now it is a small scene, so the master does not take the lead, but the apprentice is the head of the Lusheng.

Now he wants to preserve his physical strength, and the big ceremony of pulling cattle in the Xuantang the day after tomorrow is the key time for him to play a role.

Li Junge felt that this lusheng was more like an acceptance ceremony, or a trial run, not too formal, at best it was a rehearsal and demonstration for the Lusheng team.

There were almost no big ceremonies on the night of NO.14, and it was more like a free activity for some young people.That is, everyone automatically gathered in Youfangchang to dance the lusheng together.

Ayin and Adai both dressed in costumes and joined the dance. According to the old man, this is called dancing "Girl Lusheng".

The difference from the lusheng dance during the day is that there are girls participating in it for the purpose of talking about love and entertainment, and everyone exchanges feelings together.

As soon as he heard that Li Junge joined in immediately, he watched A Yin closely. It's okay to exchange feelings, but come to me first!

A reed dance danced up to the moon, and the crowd dispersed in twos and threes.

Li Junge walked back holding Ayin's hand, only to realize that the road in the village is so narrow.

After thinking about it, it could not be that the road narrowed, so he asked the old man who had been serving as a folk custom consultant by his side, how many people came to the village this time.

The old man couldn't help laughing: "You son-in-law is really a big deal! Other son-in-laws are busy, but you don't care, and you don't even know how many guests there are."

Li Junge said with a smile: "I'm not familiar with the rules, it's not that I don't want to do it, it's because I'm afraid of making a mistake and making a taboo."

The old man walked leisurely forward with one hand behind his back, stretched out his other hand, and waved his five fingers: "Old Manzhai asked for this number himself."

Li Junge said: "Five households? Shouldn't it be more than that?"

The old man smiled and said: "You look down on my grandfather so much? Fifty! The number of households! It is 200 people less!"

Li Junge was taken aback: "Can we live at home?"

The old man smiled and said: "They are all blood relatives. If it doesn't work, let's even it out, but it's not easy. On average, there are five or sixty people in a family."

"Fortunately, we don't care about where we live, we can squeeze in any room, and we don't need a bed. Hahahaha..."

Li Junge said: "I just said why there are so many people! This has far exceeded the reception capacity of the hotel!"

The old man said: "Just kidding, who doesn't want to come to participate in the grand ceremony reopened in 53? Now the entire Xiasi village is full of old men and old ladies who can't come, but anyone who can come has rushed over with a cane."

Back home, except for Grandpa Yu who was still guarding the altar, several village elders took turns talking with him, and everyone had already rested.

Sure enough, the main room was full of people.

Grandpa Yu was in good spirits. When he saw Li Junge and the others coming back, he said with a smile, "I have reserved a room for you. You should go to rest early. Don't worry about the conditions these few days."

Li Junge smiled and said: "Actually, there is no need. When we are guarding the boss and the second in the mountains, there is no place where we can't make do."

Grandpa Yu was still in a funny mood: "That's what everyone meant. In everyone's mind, you are the god of the mountain, and you deserve special treatment. Go ahead, and prepare dustpan rice tomorrow."

Ayin stuck out her tongue, took Li Junge by the hand, and carefully lifted her feet across the crowd, and went to the back room where she and Li Junge had a rest.

NO.15 In the morning, when Li Junge got up, he scanned around and asked how many guests there were in several houses, but he only knew a general idea.

Four NO.50... Seven NO.80... I don't know...

It seems that no one is going to count an accurate number, and in their view, it is completely unnecessary.

Back home, Yin's father and the two uncles have already started to direct everyone to prepare dustpan rice.

First steam a large basket of glutinous rice, cook a piece of pork, then prepare a bowl of dry dipping bowl made of chili and salt, put it in a dustpan, and put a pair of plugs in case the meat is cut into small pieces , This is the dustpan rice.

And Grandma Ou, Mother Ni, and Aunt Miao began to prepare costumes for the girls who came to the house, because there was a large-scale reed dancing activity after the ceremony of eating dustpan rice.

At noon, priests from all walks of life came to A Yin's house one after another, and the priests' attire seemed to be upright. They wore blue gowns, held sabers with sheaths in their hands, and white silk was loosely tied on the scabbards. A black umbrella, a turban wrapped around the head, and a small dried fish called "Naixiong Naili" wrapped with hemp rope.

Ayin and the others also finished their costumes, and also tied a small dried fish with hemp rope on their heads, preparing to participate in the grand parade.

People came from every household one after another, and carried the prepared dustpan rice to the open dam outside A Yin's house. With hundreds of dustpans and personnel, the open dam of A Yin's house could not stand, so the team had to Row on the road to the forest farm.

And the outside guests like the old man started to walk towards the big square under the stockade.

After a while, all the families arrived one after another, and then Grandpa Yu lifted up his dustpan rice for everyone to see. It seemed to be showing something, and he was still speaking loud and clear Miao language, like poems and songs, but the folk consultant had already left Even Li Junge couldn't understand what he was talking about.

Then everyone carried the dustpan rice to the big square for the outside guests to enjoy.

Li Junge was finally assigned a job to carry the flag with Miao Wa to open the way.

Miao Wa carried the Guzang flag that symbolizes Xuantian Village, while Li Junge carried the Guzang flag that symbolizes Ayin's family.

The reed pipe team followed behind them, and the leader was still the apprentice of the reed team who shook the bell with thatched grass yesterday, but the team didn't play the reeds and mango pipes on the way, they just held them, and it seemed that they were going to wait until they reached the main square Then started playing.

Then came the team carrying the dustpan rice, each family carried their own.

For Li Junge, the Guzang Festival has too many mysteries. For example, he discovered it by accident when he turned his head and turned.

Behind the dustpan-carrying line is Grandpa Yu surrounded by village elders, and behind Grandpa Yu are Grandma Ou, Mama Ni, Ayin and other female family members and relatives.

Then there are the mighty priests holding sabers, which perfectly demonstrates what is the combination of spiritual leaders and military leaders.

Then came some men with buffalo horns full of wine.

These rice wines all come from the ox horn wine used to worship ancestors yesterday.

When the team arrived at the main square, a huge crowd had already gathered in the square, all of them were dressed up and colorful.

After the team went around the field for a few laps, they put the dustpan rice in the middle of the big square, put the drum and Tibetan flags in place, and the Lusheng team leaned their instruments on the flags.

At this time, a village elder stood up and shouted loudly, announcing the distribution of dustpan rice.

People in each village took away the dustpan rice that was distributed, and shouted for people in their own village to come and eat.

The way of eating is very rough. Everyone squats around the dustpan, cuts the meat with sticks or scissors, grabs the meat and dips it in the seasoning in the bowl, and then eats it with glutinous rice.

The male hosts, holding horns filled with rice wine, began to parade in the main square and toasted the guests.

The Miao family toasts are very fun, they don’t need guests to hold cups, they can only receive them with their mouths against the horns, and they are often doused all over if they don’t cooperate well. The square is immediately filled with all kinds of laughter and excitement.

Only then did Li Junge notice that, except for the priests and members of Grandpa Yu's family, there was no such small dried fish called "Naixiong Naili" on their heads.

I asked the priest, but the priest was not sure, and only said that this is an old custom, and there are small dried fish on the head, which is equivalent to a status symbol at the Guzang Festival.

Whether it's the next Lusheng Dance or the Pulling Niu Xuantang later, when others see the small dried fish on your head, they will know your identity as the host or the officiant, and they will be more polite.

It was almost evening after eating dustpan rice, and the impatient girls ran to the field to dress up. The clothes of young men and women today were a little different from their usual clothes. There were a lot of chicken feathers on the clothes as decorations. This is a beautiful bird clothes.

Li Junge felt that Concubine Yang's neon clothes and feather clothes might have been inspired by this.

Finally, a large-scale reed dance - Guzang dance to the moon, began.

This is a group activity for young people. The Miao people call dancing in a circle Tiaoyuan, and dancing in a circle under the moonlight is called Tiaoyue.

There are lights in the square, and there is no need to light a bonfire like in the past, but the atmosphere is very warm, much more lively than Western carnivals.

(End of this chapter)