I build an oasis in the northwest

Chapter 118 Horse Banquet

Chen Mu smiled when he heard this and was very proud: "Don't worry, I won't give you this chance. The wine there is so good that even the passing sparrows will drink three taels!"

Huang Qingwei didn't believe it.

Without explaining, Chen Mu turned the car around and went to Xiazhuang Village, a Tu ethnic village.

more than three hours later.

Zhang Dale, who was filled with the joy of being a groom, stood at the entrance of the village and looked into the distance, just waiting for Chen Mu's car to arrive, and then take him to the cellar to choose two jars of wine.

So as soon as Chen Mu's car approached, Zhang Dale saw it from a distance.

Chen Mu stepped on the brakes and led him to open the door and come up. Then he smiled and said, "Brother Dale, where is Sister Youshui (sister-in-law)?"

Thinking that his Wanzi (girlfriend) is about to become his wife (wife), Zhang Dale couldn't help but reveal his big white teeth.

"Our wedding will be in four days, and she is practicing her wedding speech right now!"

Tu weddings are very grand and have their own characteristics. In 2006, they were included in the first batch of national intangible cultural heritage.

Huang Qingwei's eyes suddenly lit up.

Cry to get married!
She had never seen it.

Chen Mu glanced at her, shook his head secretly, and turned to Zhang Dale, who was giving him directions to his wine cellar, and said, "Brother Dale, I hope you can agree to something. The two of us have always been discussing the marriage customs of the Tu people. I’m very interested, so can you let us attend the horse banquet reported by Sister Youshui’s family?”

The horse banquet is actually a dowry-drying ceremony performed by Tu women on the night before the wedding. On that day, relatives, friends and neighbors will bring butter, gift money, clothing materials, etc. to add makeup to the bride.

Moreover, Tu weddings are also divided into big weddings and small weddings. There is no such ceremony for small weddings, only big weddings have it. Therefore, the big wedding also shows the man's importance to the woman from another aspect.

When Zhang Dale heard this, he smiled directly: "It doesn't matter, I just tell You Shui."

"Thank you, Brother Daler."

"Oh! Don't thank me yet." Zhang Dale interrupted, looking at Chen Mu maliciously, and said with a smile: "You also know that all the men who go to the horse banquet have to sing Daola on that day, can you do this? ?”

Daura does not refer to a specific song.

In the Tu language, "Tao" refers to the set of songs to be sung at weddings, and "La" means singing, which means singing at weddings.

The Tu people often say: If you don't say a few words, it's not like a red wedding.

From this sentence, we can see how much the Tu people love to sing.

But this one!

Chen Mu really doesn’t know how to do that.

Hearing this, he immediately paused, but when he saw the eyes of the people next to him looking at him, as a magical person with a unique singing style, Chen Mu suddenly felt confident, and he patted his chest and assured:

"Don't worry, Brother Dalle. Although my singing is rubbish, my lip-syncing skills are extremely professional and people will never notice anything wrong. I think with this skill, I was praised every day by my music teacher for singing seriously."

Huang Qingwei was so amused by this confident statement that he burst out laughing.

Zhang Dale also shook his head, pretending to be reluctant and said: "Okay, then I will force you to have more of you as a charlatan! But..."

He looked at Huang Qingwei sitting in the passenger seat and the special atmosphere between their eyebrows, and asked deliberately: "How will you arrange your accommodation that day?"

This is actually a very important thing, related to the amount of makeup added.

Before the wedding, Zhang Dale's own home is not suitable for arranging girls, especially those who come from out of town to attend the wedding. It can be arranged at the girl's friend's house, but whether the accommodation is divided or not is a big problem.

You can also arrange to stay at the woman's house, but in this case, when adding makeup, Chen Mu and Chen Mu must pay more generous gifts.

Huang Qingwei looked at the two of them in confusion. She really didn't know these things.

"We can arrange it separately." Chen Mu had no intention of taking advantage of the girl.

After all!
This kind of thing is fun only when you and I are consensual. At least Chen Mu really doesn't like to play numbers games.

Zhang Dale nodded and said smoothly: "Turn left after two intersections and then turn right."

Chen Mu obediently obeyed.

After twists and turns, the car arrived in front of Zhang Dale's house.

It is said to be a house, but in fact it is more like a small brewery. At first glance, it covers an area of ​​at least eight to nine hundred square meters. Not to mention all kinds of brewing tools, there is even a specially dug underground wine cellar.

And this is also the most common family layout among the Tu people, where everyone knows how to make wine.

The three got out of the car.

Chen Mu looked at the tools in the yard and couldn't help but ask the same question again.

"Brother Dalle, why did you suddenly decide to close the wine shop?"

Zhang Dale smiled bitterly: "It's not that I want to turn it off, it's because I really can't turn it on!"

"what!"

Zhang Dale touched the tools that had accumulated dust and looked blankly, but soon he took back his memories and opened the entrance to the cellar.

He avoided answering: "Let's go, I will take you to the cellar to get wine."

As soon as the cellar door opened, the smell of fermented sheep manure came out of the shop, which was very smoky.

Zhang Dale seemed unaware and slowly climbed down.

Huang Qingwei was so choked that he took two steps back, took two deep breaths, and turned pale.

Chen Mu supported her slightly and said worriedly, "How about you stay up there and I'll just go down."

Huang Qingwei shook his head stubbornly, took a deep breath again, trembled his arms, and slowly climbed down.

Chen Mu was helpless.

What's the trouble with this?

Soon, the three of them went down to the cellar.

The size of the cellar is only about 50 square meters, and only the area at the end is filled with many tightly packed wine jars covered by sheep dung.

Sheep manure is the king of manure.

In the view of the Tu people, sheep are herbivores, so the feces they pull out are also clean. In addition to their good temperature, high air permeability, and storage, the fermentation effect of highland barley wine buried in sheep manure piles is shorter. ,Better results.

One year of fermentation in this environment is equivalent to three years of fermentation on the ground.

Zhang Dale proudly introduced the five piles of wine in front of him: "These are all high-quality wines. This is fermented for five years, this is three years old, this is two years old, this is last year's, this is some time ago. Just buried."

Among them, the higher the age, the fewer the wine jars.

Chen Mu calculated it in his mind and couldn't help but be very curious about the highland barley wine of those five years.

In total, it’s equivalent to 15 years of childhood!

How fragrant this wine is! !

Moreover, due to the long-term fermentation, the highland barley wine that has been stored for five years has a more delicate texture and a more mellow taste, so it is hard to find in the market.It is simply a favorite among wine lovers and wine collectors.

But after all, it was Huang Qingwei who wanted to buy wine, so Chen Mu just thought about the deliciousness of the wine, and then looked at her, waiting for her choice.

Huang Qingwei, who was far away from here, slowly adapted to the smell as time passed, and his pale face gradually returned to calm.

Although she doesn't like to drink much, she also knows that the longer the barley wine is, the better it tastes.

But looking at the few jars of five-year-old highland barley wine left, she thought for a moment and said, "Brother Dalle, I want one jar of the oldest one, and two jars of three-year-old wine."

After speaking, she took out her wallet and said while taking out the money: "How much is it? If you don't have enough cash, can you punch in?" Zhang Dale smiled and declined: "No money, you are Chen Mu's Wanzi (girlfriend), then I just have a girl, how can I ask for money?"

Huang Qing was slightly startled and looked at Chen Mu.

Chen Mu smiled slightly and nodded to her, indicating that it was okay.

Zhang Daler walked over and started pulling sheep dung.

In order to cover the fermentation, the pulling action must be very careful, and the sheep dung covered in other jars cannot be pulled off at all.

Zhang Dale moved gently, just like digging a hole, and easily dug out three ten-pound wine jars.

Chen Mu quickly took it and held it in his arms.

Just when the three of them were about to leave, Zhang Dale looked at the two of them, felt evil, touched Chen Mu with his elbow, and said in a low voice: "Brother, are your waist okay? Do you want something to drink? Cistanche deserticola medicinal wine tonic?"

"Ahem!" Chen Mu was so startled that he coughed repeatedly.

He glanced at Huang Qingwei who was walking at the front sheepishly, and whispered: "Brother Dale, we are not in that kind of relationship."

Zhang Dal nodded clearly: "I understand, I haven't caught up yet!"

He looked at Chen Mu with disdain and said in a show-off manner: "Would you like me to teach you a few tricks? You Shui is the one who was chased by me. Look, how good our relationship is now."

Chen Mu chuckled and was about to answer the call when the cell phone in his pocket rang at an inappropriate time.

When I took it out, I saw that the person coming was Zhang Zizheng.

As soon as the call was connected, Zhang Zizheng's slightly helpless voice came: "Brother, where did we go? Li Wanmian and the other two said that you threw them away so early in the morning, and then they disappeared. You didn't even send me a message." No return."

He looked at the three people behind him who looked at him with resentful expressions, and couldn't help but feel a headache.

How can people be so unreliable!

Chen Mu was stunned for a moment, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Zhang Zizheng's voice continuing to come.

"Come back quickly. They have determined the entry point for this topic, but there are some things that we need you to help connect."

"Ah?" Chen Mu was puzzled.

Zhang Zizheng did not continue to explain, but just said: "I can't explain it clearly on the phone, please come back quickly!"

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Dale smiled and said: "Originally, I wanted you to practice Doula tonight, but it seems that tonight is an unlucky night and I can't keep you here."

After speaking, he shook his head and praised Chen Mu's good luck.

After all, there are a lot of doulas on the wedding day of the Tu people.

When putting the three jars of wine in the car, Zhang Dale was still a little worried and reminded again: "The 25th is the wedding day, and the horse banquet will be held on the 24th. Don't remember the wrong date!"

"Understood, you can rest assured!"

It was said that the woman would bring out a jar of ten-year-old wine that day. Not to mention anything else, just for this sip, he would never forget the day.

And after this day, on the wedding day, all Zhang Dale’s five-year-old wine will be served at the banquet. It is said that there will be a hard dish on that day - a highland barley drunken lamb chop made with three-year highland barley wine.

"Well, remember to come early in the morning that day." Zhang Dale continued to worry.

Chen Mu continued to respond: "I understand, don't worry, brother Dale."

After saying a few words, Zhang Dale waved goodbye to him.

Huang Qingwei, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked at the three jars of highland barley wine placed behind him, took out his phone and took photos one by one, and then started typing.

"Grandpa, I found a jar of five-year-old highland barley wine for you!"

"Hiss..." Although his family strictly controlled his drinking due to his physical condition, Grandpa Huang took a breath happily and asked quickly: "Where did you buy it? How much more wine is there?"

Five-year-old highland barley wine is also a rare good wine in the wine world. Among them, the Tu ethnic minority highland barley wine brewed with local methods and stored in sheep dung cellars is the most rare.

"Is it ordinary highland barley wine or Tu ethnic minority highland barley wine?"

"Tu nationality highland barley wine." Huang Qing wrinkled his nose slightly, smelling the smell of sheep dung in the carriage, and said with a bit of disgust: "Grandpa, it smells so bad. They used sheep dung to cover the fermentation, so the smell is super unpleasant."

"Ha ha!"

Grandpa Huang didn't notice her complaint at all. He focused all his attention on the sentence about using sheep dung to ferment, and laughed out loud.

The little grandson sitting opposite the old man looked at his grandfather's appearance and couldn't help but shake his head, and then continued to type on the keyboard with his head lowered.

"My dear granddaughter, hurry up and mail the wine back. Grandpa is craving for this sip of wine! Grandpa will give you the money for the wine later. You can buy more now and buy as much as you can."

"No!" Huang Qing sighed slightly: "I seem to be planning to use it for the wedding, and the other party doesn't want a cent."

So she was really embarrassed to continue asking for wine.

After typing this paragraph, Huang Qingwei suddenly remembered what Chen Mu and Zhang Dal had just said about the ten-year-old wine that would be used to entertain guests on the day of the horse banquet. Thinking of her pitiful pocket money, she rolled her eyes and immediately thought about it.

"Grandpa, there is also a jar of ten-year-old wine here. It is said that it will not be opened until the wedding day. If grandpa wants to drink it, I will get a small amount on that day."

Grandpa Huang was happy: "Okay, okay, dear granddaughter, make more, make more, grandpa likes this."

"Yeah, as long as grandpa likes it, I will definitely get it for grandpa, even if I spend all the money."

Grandpa Huang was unhappy: "How can I spend your money? Grandpa will ask your father to transfer money to you later. How can grandpa's good granddaughter be short of money to spend!"

Huang Qingwei stopped him quickly.

She would have to ask Dad Chen for pocket money later. How could she let grandpa reveal this!
"No, this is my honor to grandpa, how can I ask for money!"

Grandpa Huang felt even more anxious in his heart: "Does your father have to keep talking when he sees you spending money? Don't worry, grandpa will give you the money himself this time without letting them know."

"Grandpa is so nice!"

After achieving his goal, Huang Qingwei chatted with Grandpa Huang for a few more words, then exited the interface with satisfaction and continued to find his father's contact interface.

"Dad, I have been making a jar of highland barley wine for you for three years. I heard that the highland barley drunken lamb chops made with highland barley wine are super delicious. When I go and learn this dish, I will cook it for you and mom when I get home. !”

Father Chen, who was drinking tea at his office, felt his heart soften when he saw this message.

Look, this is the little cotton-padded jacket. Even when we go out to play, he never forgets his father. He is not like the gangster at home, who only wants money.

Once I was touched, I couldn't help but want to express my feelings.

"My dear, do you still have enough money? Dad will give you some money later."

Get it!

Although the goal was achieved, Huang Qingwei still declined repeatedly and refused to accept it.

But Huang's father insisted on giving it regardless of her wishes. In the end, as a filial daughter, Huang Qingwei had no choice but to grin her big white teeth and unwillingly accept Huang's father's love.

This result is very good!
Dad Huang gained the care of his precious daughter, exuded fatherly love, and fulfilled the simplest wish of a father.

Huang Qingwei gained money and felt her father's love and care for her.

In the end, all that was left was the jar of highland barley wine for my uncle.

But this bar can't continue to do this.

Huang Qing smiled like a little fox and decided to mail it directly to his home, and then receive a thick New Year red envelope during the Chinese New Year.

After doing all this, she looked at Chen Mu: "Chen Mu, when you prepare the wedding gifts later, remember to take me with you!"

Although the other party doesn't want it, she can't help but give it!
She decided to combine today's drink money into the gift money and give it to Zhang Dale that day.

(End of this chapter)