Folk Tale - The Good Girl of the Yao Tribe
After the opening of Pangu, the steep ridge of Yao Mountain was full of people, every household gave birth to a baby, a girl, and there were so many people in the village that they wanted to nest. The young people lined up with a mountain as long as a mountain, and the men and women were like camellias sprouting in spring, tender and beautiful, and the most decent thing was to make a name for themselves.
Wherever she goes, the hibiscus will fade with shame; The young people in the village sang one by one to compete with the old thrush in the mountains, and the most cross-cutting song was the one who played the song. As soon as she opened her mouth, the mynah was also dumbfounded, and the thrush was frightened to shut up.
The young people in the village were all as smart as yang sparrows, singing songs to answer smoothly, without any hesitation, and the most clever one was still unable to pass the test. Her song is more than the purple valley grass seeds of Yao Mountain, and when she opens her mouth, it is like the continuous flow of a mountain stream, and she can't stop it with sandbags.
The old people in the village praised the Yao family's colorful phoenix, decent and smart; The young people in the village admired that Helang Yusa was a leading bird with the hardest wings and the most well-behaved mouth.
In this way, you pass me, I pass him, one pass ten, ten pass a hundred, and the news that The wisdom of The Wise Man can sing spread in the Yao Mountains.
The news reached the five rows of squares outside Yao Mountain. There is a family in the village that does business, and his family has two boys, one of whom has read a little bit of the Four Books and Five Classics, and has become a local sesame official, and his eloquence and belly are all the same; One learned to be a smith, floated around, and practiced a slippery tongue.
These two brothers heard that the Steep Ridge Yao family was as clever as The Yao family was, and their hearts were like disturbed cotton yarn, and they hit a lot of knots, and they didn't believe it. The two brothers muttered, and the sesame officer decided to take a person to the steep ridge to see, and get a water to see the mud on his feet.
On this day, he was ready to go up the mountain with everyone to chop wood in the afternoon, holding a sickle in his hand, and on the whetstone at the door, he sang while grinding:
Fishing lightly with a sickle in hand,
No more, no less than a pound;
Wielding a knife to cut down a thousand mountain trees,
Do not leak a stone grass root.
At this time, the sesame officer rushed to the side of the Yao family with his entourage, listened to her export into a song, was not small, and said softly: "This Yao family girl really has a lot of mouths!"
Who knew that the quiet discussion was heard by Yu Li Sa, who turned his head and looked at the sesame officer whitely, and replied casually:
Go out for a walk and love to sing,
Others say I have a lot of mouth,
From childhood to eat bitter meat,
Bitterness in the heart becomes a nest of songs.
Sesame Officer laughed and said, "I was so bitter that I was tired of eating and eating, and I had the leisure to sing, so it was really The Lily of June who was happy!"
Seeing that the sesame officer spoke with thorns, he wanted to be mean to people, and he was clever and sang:
No matter how poor and miserable you are,
Alpine chopping wood is slowly repaired;
The sharp knife cut off the dragon's claw thorn,
There are always clouds opening to see the sun.
The sesame officer listened to the sharp and hurtful song, and said unhappily with a straight face: "Why do you want to sing and curse people?"
㝃氐氐sa sang with a laugh:
Insist that the singing be sung and the people listen,
Insist on singing and scolding the bad guys,
As long as the mouth tongue is in,
Steel knives are hard to break the mountain song.
The sesame officer's entourage said busily, "Don't you scold people, my master is not big or small or an official!"
When he heard that he was an official, he sang with three points:
Sucking blood and sweat dead plague officer,
Singing has nothing to do with you;
The rich man breaks the law and you don't care,
Poor people sing you block.
A stick with two tips,
Smoke from the fire in the song hall;
If any of them do not sing,
Teeth missing head deflection!
The sesame official saw that the more he sang, the faster he sang, the steeper he sang, afraid that if he went down again, he would provoke the people in the village to come out, and he would be beaten eight hundred, beating a small drum in his heart, panicking, and quietly slipping away with his entourage.
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