Today, what we want to talk about is the Miao people and the clams.
When it comes to Miaozhai, I don't know if people now still feel mysterious. But I still feel that Miaozhai is not only mysterious, but also frightening.
Even if I'm a native of miao.
The Miao people, in fact, are a general term, and there are many branches of her, which are roughly divided into raw seedlings and mature seedlings. Shengmiao refers to the Miao people who have not been Sinicized, have been growing in Miaozhai, and are almost isolated from the world.
They have their own language, they are fierce, bloody, righteous, able to defend their homeland with their lives, and even do not intermarry with foreign tribes. Mature Miao refers to the Miao people who have been Sinicized, in addition to retaining their own clothing and ornaments, the others are almost the same as the Han people. Hmong language, only grandma can speak. For example, I am a ripe seedling.
The Hmong are divided into different ethnic groups. One of the things that scares me the most is the seedlings. They are good at what posterity has always been legendary, under the deceit.
Legend has always been wrong, not all Miao people, will be deceived, only the Miao family, only proficient in the use of deception. The patriarch of the Qiao Clan, no one dares to offend, and the Miao women of the Qiao Clan are best not to mess with. They are passionate, and if you don't want to play real, don't be emotional.
In fact, many people don't believe in cheating, think it's very nonsensical, and I actually don't believe it, because I think that kind of thing can't be explained. But when I was ten years old, I personally experienced it once, and until now, I can't explain it.
I've asked a lot of doctors, and they can't explain this phenomenon.
When I was a child, I lived in a small alley, at the entrance of the alley, and there was an old lady who sold melon seeds, and when I was a child, I always stole her melon seeds, or bought a dime, and I had to catch a little more. One day I grabbed someone's melon seeds again, I went home and had stomachache, I went to the hospital, the doctor couldn't check any problems, then Grandma said, no, I'm afraid I'm going to be cheated.
These are all things that my mother told me later, I have forgotten, the only thing I remember, is what happened later, extremely weird! My grandmother asked my mother to bring me back, called my father's unit, and told my father to come back quickly.
When we got home, my grandmother untied my clothes, touched my stomach, and told my mother, no, it's a worm, who has offended? Under such a heavy hand? I have no choice, only to invite the cheater (Grandma's mother's house, in the mountains of Deram, is a seedling, Grandma herself, will also lay some small clams. But those who can deceive may not be able to solve the deception of others. And a lot of cheats, can only be solved by the people themselves, outsiders to solve, a careless, anti-phagocytic, not to mention the solution, even their own put into it).
So my grandmother began to ask me if I had offended anyone, if there were any old men and women who were messing around with my mouth, or if I had eaten anything in someone's house?
When my grandmother asked this, I remembered the old lady who sold melon seeds, who seemed to be very fierce today, and when she bought the melon seeds and grabbed a little more, she pinched my finger. I told my grandmother.
Grandma went out at once, and after a while Grandma and the old lady came in.
Grandma kept saying something I couldn't understand (Grandma always spoke Hmong, and my mother and I didn't, only in dialect), presumably begging the old lady to raise her hand and so on.
Then he walked to the bedside and hit me a few times, and my mother later said that I was still good at making a scene, and the wow cry was a miserable one. But in retrospect, I feel like I wasn't making a scene at the time, I was really scared and my stomach hurt.
The old lady was probably not a bad person, and she thought that the lesson she had taught me was enough, so she sat down on the edge of the bed and instructed my grandmother to boil three eggs and prepare three unused red threads. Call me mom and pour her a glass of wine (Hmong people are alcoholics, regardless of men and women, young and old. I'm also an alcoholic. ）
She took the wine, and as she drank it, she counted down my mom, and my mom just said, "Yes, you taught me." At this time the eggs were boiled, and Grandma put three eggs in the cold water, and the old lady tied a red rope to the egg and pulled open my clothes.
I was scared, not knowing what she was going to do, and I stared at her deadly.
The old lady didn't care about me either, and took the tip of the needle and stabbed her own little arm, dripping blood onto the egg (not biting her finger like in the movie, it bleeds, grandma said that it is all fake, usually with a needle, or a knife, to get a small arm. Also, the old lady had scorpion tattoos on her arms. That pattern still dangles in front of my eyes from time to time.)
After the blood dripped on the egg and melted on the red rope, the old lady rolled the egg on my stomach, rolling and chanting words as she rolled.
I rolled three eggs like this, and after rolling, I was asked, does my stomach still hurt? It was only then that I came back to think about my stomach, and my stomach magically stopped hurting. I said, it doesn't hurt anymore.
The old lady sat down again and took a sip of wine, and after a few words with my grandmother, her mother sent her away.
These were all things that my mother told me later, and in my memory, I had forgotten about these experiences, except for the tattoo, and the unspeakable pain.
But what scared me for more than ten years was the three eggs!!!
When my grandmother came back, she asked my mother to sit next to me and asked us to watch her peel the eggs. After the eggs are peeled, they are normal. But when Grandma got the egg whites off little by little, I froze. The yolk is gone!!! It's gone!!!
What was supposed to be the yolk part turned out to be a bunch of white bugs that were still squirming! Three eggs, all like that, but there was an egg with fewer bugs in it, presumably the last egg to roll.
I screamed in fear. I will never forget that kind of scene in my life.
The egg was bought by my grandmother, boiled by hand, and put in the hands of the old lady by hand. After the old lady tied the red thread and dripped blood, she handed it to my grandmother, who put it in the basin of water by hand!! (So many "hands", just to emphasize, the egg is absolutely impossible to be dropped.) ）
Grandma said that if she guessed correctly, it was a worm. If this deception is not solved by the person who deceives himself, and others come to solve it, the worm will enter again with the hand of the person who solves the deception. This old lady, too poisonous. Later, when I see her, I will hide as far as I can.
I can't explain this phenomenon... I still don't understand what a is, it's definitely not a bacterium in the so-called scientific explanation.
The slugs I've seen include scorpions, centipedes, bats, snakes, and so on. But that kind of bug, I saw it for the first time, I can't describe what it looked like, maybe I can't remember what it looked like, I just remember that it was probably a bug.
After I grew up and went out to study, I asked many, many people how to explain such a phenomenon, and all people could not explain it.
But I can be sure,, it must be real!
However, there are also risks for those who deceive, and my grandmother once told me about a person who was eaten by deception.
This time, I was in deeper awe of the cheats!
Let's talk next time!