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Chapter 169
Poet He heard a bitter expression on his face, and half-believingly, he asked the guide, "Is what she said true?"

Uda laughed and said, "Yes, Lady Liu heard it right."

"Grandpa Songli is the best drinker in our stockade, Liu Langjun, you drank some at night..."

Poet He suddenly felt his head go big, and waved his hands again and again: "I can't drink."

"This is the custom of our place." Uda looked at him with a funny look, "and you just agreed, so it's hard for Lang Jun to refuse."

Poet He closed his mouth tightly and shook his head solemnly.

They passed through the stockade and fell in front of the bamboo building where the patriarch was.

Since he is the patriarch of the Aning tribe, the place is quite spacious, and there is a large open space in front of the bamboo building for people from the village to use when they come to gather.

The old patriarch stood on the bamboo tower and saw their group coming from a distance, bringing his wife and children, and came down to greet them.

In the courtyard in front of the bamboo building, there is a long table with wine bowls filled with wine on it.

After the group of them came over, the old patriarch raised the wine bowl and saluted it in front of them.

With a smile on his face, Wu Da explained: "This is our etiquette for welcoming guests. Since you have entered our village, you are the guests in the village. You have to drink this welcome wine."

Do you really want to drink?Poet He's face is bitter, doesn't he really want to get people drunk?
He Lingjiang had already stepped forward, took the wine bowl, and drank it all at once.

This wine is fruit wine, and it has a bit of sweetness in the cold, which is not bad.

She handed back the wine bowl and thanked the old patriarch in Nanzhao's language.

The old patriarch was a little surprised, and then smiled: "You, the little lady of Da Zhou, can actually say something about our Nanzhao?"

The corners of He Lingjiang's lips curved slightly, and he said with a slight smile, "I have always been yearning for the beautiful scenery of Nanzhao, and I have learned some things by myself in the past. Now that I have really traveled here, it is somewhat useful."

The old patriarch nodded, but his attitude towards them was obviously more enthusiastic.

Nanzhao has been attached to Dazhou for a long time, and the culture and language of Dazhou are subtly affecting Nanzhao.

Although various tribes do not like Zhou people, they also learn two Dazhou dialects more or less due to trade demands.

Although the old patriarch is old, he can still say a few rough words.

In addition, there is the guide and interpreter Uda in the middle, so there is no obstacle for a group of people to communicate.

After drinking the welcome wine, the old patriarch welcomed them to the bamboo building.

There is a wooden ladder next to the bamboo building that connects the upper and lower floors, and there is a corridor on the floor where people live, about half a zhang wide.

The main room in the middle is the welcoming room, and the rooms on both sides are separated into several small rooms, which are the inner rooms for the people.

Now that the guests have arrived, the banquet has to be prepared.

The female family members of the patriarch's family went to work on the arrangement, while the rest of the people sat and chatted.

At this moment, a screeching sound was heard from outside the house.

Wu Da looked at the old patriarch with a smile on his face: "Patriarch, Grandpa Songli just said that he would come to accompany the guests, look at it, here it is..."

"He's this old boy!" The old patriarch said with a smile, "Which family has guests, why won't he come?"

Songli has always been good at drinking and singing, and he is very enthusiastic.If any house in the stockade has a guest, they will invite him to the banquet to accompany him to talk and persuade him to drink.

But this time it was Zhou people from other places. The old patriarch thought of setting up a banquet at home, asking them to have a quiet meal, sleep for a night, and then send them away.

Unexpectedly, I asked this old boy to come smelling the wine.

The old patriarch waved his hand helplessly: "Go, go and invite him up."

When Grandpa Songli went up to the bamboo building, he greeted everyone, but during this time, apart from He Lingjiang and the guard who could understand, others could only guess.

"Okay, Songli, sit down quickly." The old patriarch waved his hand, "You talk so much, but the guests may not all understand what you mean."

Grandpa Songli was not discouraged: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, our Aning department's intention to persuade drinking is entirely based on singing. My persuading song is a must."

Just at this time, the food and drink came to the table.

The old patriarch greeted everyone to serve the dishes, and Grandpa Songli also raised the jug, filled them with wine one by one, and sang with his voice raised.

Not to mention, Grandpa Songli looks old, but this good voice sings very loudly.

For a time, Yan Yan was smiling at the banquet, and it could be said that the guests enjoyed themselves.

Although the people from the Aning Department were warm and hospitable, they did not force the guests to drink.

It was painful for Poet He. He used to reply to Grandpa Songli's words very enthusiastically, but now he has recognized him. The distinguished guests who want to entertain him have poured him a lot of wine.

After the meal was over, Poet He was already drunk.

The old patriarch glared at Grandpa Songli: "Look at you, old boy, getting all the guests drunk."

Grandpa Songli drank another glass of wine and squinted his eyes contentedly: "When you get drunk, you get drunk. When guests come to our stockade, they just stay for an extra day or two."

"Tomorrow is the March Flower Festival in our village. The guests are at a good time when they are young, so you might as well follow along."

"Oh?" He Lingjiang couldn't help but become interested when he heard the March Flower Festival: "Can we also participate in this festival?"

The Aning Department was not far from Yinsheng, and it was only a day or two away.

He Lingjiang was not in a hurry at this time, but wanted to know more about the local situation in Nanzhao.

In Nanzhao, although there were also people from Zhou who came and went to trade and trade, they were still in the minority.

A group of them, even if the face is decorated, but Zhou Ren's dress is still too eye-catching after all.

There are many tribes in Nanzhao, so they might as well pretend to be one of the tribes.

Stopping at this Anning Department now is just an opportunity.

Grandpa Songli said: "Why can't you, you are guests from afar, and naturally you can participate in the grand event in the village."

"Maybe, you can still find your favorite lady or prince here..." After that, he couldn't help laughing.

Looking for someone you like?
He Lingjiang now understands what the March Flower Festival is.

Co-authoring is a festival for young men and women to look at each other and express their sincerity. It is somewhat similar to the Shangyuan Festival, Shangsi Festival and Qiqiao Festival in Dazhou.

It's just that during the festivals of Da Zhou, men and women look at each other with restraint and restraint.But listening to the words of Grandpa Songli between the lines, this March Flower Festival is going to be a lot more straightforward.

Since it is a festival, I will stay here for another day, so that I can talk to the people in the village, understand the situation of the Aning Department, and dress up more easily.

After arriving at Yinsheng, you can act according to the opportunity.

(End of this chapter)