The sound of firecrackers resounded through the clouds, and the Miao family brother who blew reeds swayed with the rhythm at the entrance of the village, and after the red door cloth, the five- or six-year-old Miao family children were dressed up and waiting there, holding a horn cup in their hands and singing Miao family songs in their mouths. Such a grand welcome ceremony, as long as there are tourists coming, will be staged in the depths of the mountains of Jingzhou Sanpi Township, about 40 kilometers away from the county seat, the bamboo shoots Miao Village, which is named after the spring shoots on the slopes of the village. "Lusheng welcome, cow horn toast", accompanied by a beautiful Miao song, full of a bull horn cup of wine under the belly, the whole body suddenly warmed up. At noon on October 26, as soon as the reporter arrived, he felt the enthusiasm of the people of Miaozhai.
Barricade wine
Meet the "New Man"
After drinking a full cup of rice wine, and still savoring the happiness brought by the innocence of the children in the aroma of wine, the "oil tea" prepared in the village has appeared in front of the eyes. It is said that when you come to the bamboo shoots and Miao Village, you have to drink the door wine, and you have to drink three bowls of tea when you enter the table. This "tea" is the Miao family's best product for entertaining guests and friends, "oil tea". After taking the "oil tea" and handing it to her hand, there was only one chopstick, and Ms. Chen, who came to the ground shoots for the first time, was very puzzled, "How to eat this?" Looking at the person next to her, while shaking the bowl and drinking the beans and so on inside, she also learned in a similar way. The local brother said, "A chopstick can be drunk clean is called the beginning, and without chopsticks, it can be called into the road." Hearing this, Ms. Chen held up the bowl that had drunk not a drop of tea left and said, "I am also an entry-level 'oil tea' lover!" ”
Suddenly, a pleasant song came from the ear, and the unintelligible lyrics carried a long and slow rhythm. Before we could put down the dishes in our hands, we followed the song to a well. I saw the bride in the distance dressed slowly walking toward the well in the company of her relatives, carrying a bucket on her shoulder, not anxious or slow. At the well, the relatives around them scattered and stood, the bride wanted to lift the bucket to carry the water, and the youth next to her began to make it bad, not allowing the bride to pick out the water smoothly. After several tosses and turns, with the help of her family, the bride filled the bucket and returned home. Looking at such a scene, everyone was very interested, and they took out their cameras to leave this rare scene, but there were also some doubts in their hearts.
The local brother saw our doubts and explained: The local villagers still love the ancient well, because there is a very solemn etiquette in the flower seedling marriage custom, called: the bride carries water. On the second day after the Miao family's new marriage, the bride went to carry water. Why is it necessary for the bride to carry water on the second day of the wedding? One is that the man asks the bride to take the water to soak the rice in order to bring the bride home as a reward; the other is to mean that the husband and wife are happy with the fish and the water is long.
Looking for childlike fun
With the good fortune of meeting the bride carrying water, we continued to search for happiness in the Miao Village. After a steep slope, in front of you is an open field, which is filled with stone tables and stone benches, which is the Miao family's chess game array, and the stone tables inside are carved with chess games such as "OxHorde Chess", "Three Three Chess", "Playing Chess", "Pig Lady Chess", etc. A group of children are learning these chess games from ancient times to the present under the leadership of teachers. The bamboo next to it is carved with instructions, these chess pieces, do not need specific pieces, stones everywhere, wooden sticks are all chess pieces. "After lining up the two sons, you can knock out the opposite chess pieces", which is a slightly simpler backgammon, after reading the rules, we play with the children on this chess game. Ms. Fan, who likes children, smiled after playing with the children a few times.
play chess
At the foot of the hillside not far away, at the mouth of the village of Dizhu Miao village, a burst of cheers from children came from the open space and attracted our attention. I saw that the open space was filled with animals, houses and people of various styles made of straw, and although the workmanship was slightly jerky, it was also amazing to see such a rustic art here. Hurry down the hill and take a group photo in front of these rustic and rare straw models. "Isn't this a grass mud horse, and such an avant-garde animal model." Ms. Chen rushed down to take a look, and the exclamation continued.
Dou Gao Foot Horse (Photo by Chen Wei)
The children next to them took out their home-made tall horses and raced in front of the straw model, and from time to time some children fell down during the run. Xiao Wei and I also couldn't hold back the childish fun in our hearts, and picked up a tall horse to find childhood memories. After the first few uncomfortable falls, I gradually found the feeling that I could successfully ride a tall horse through the open space. Ms. Chen, who was next to her, looked up and asked us to fight on high horses. We rode our steeds face to face, colliding with each other's bodies, laughing happily as we collided. Under the feet, the unstable high-legged horse is constantly shaking, and it is necessary to adjust the balance from time to time to maintain it. But I couldn't hold on for a while, and I was pushed off the horse with an obese body, and it seemed that I was fat and still couldn't control such a dexterous thing. "I didn't see it, Xiao Wei is so thin and can still win, Old Yang, your fat body can't win him, white is long." Watching the lively Ms. Chen laughing. We also ignored her jokes and continued our game.
Have a great night' time
Happy hours with children are always short-lived, and night has quietly fallen. The village head closing feast is ready, and after the opening toast song, a lively feast is opened in the bamboo shoots and seedling village. The cups that know each other and don't know each other are changed, and the food in front of them is dazzling. As I was drinking, I suddenly heard a burst of bamboo in my nose, accompanied by a smell of chicken. Yu Jingwen, a foodie next to us, couldn't wait to tell us: "The special food here is bamboo tube chicken to be served, but I have been looking forward to it for a long time, and I am not allowed to grab it with me." After a while, the chicken that has been smoked by charcoal in the bamboo tube for two hours is served, and the local native chicken is in the bamboo tube, after being smoked by a small fire, the whole meat is delicate and smooth, and it also has a faint bamboo flavor.
Theatrical performances
The scent of the bamboo tube chicken is still in the mouth, and a good drama of robbing a daughter-in-law is staged in the open space next to it. It turned out that the local villagers were performing folk art performances. The bonfire rises unconsciously, and we use the bamboo tube in our hands as a musical instrument, shouting and cheering around the bonfire to the beat. "It's so happy, it's a fun atmosphere, I love it." Fan Yingying, a tourist in Huaihua, tapped on the bamboo tube and sighed heartily. In addition to the excitement, he threw the bamboo tube in his hand into the campfire in a cheerful atmosphere and became a part of the raging fire. The whole bamboo shoot miao village, at night, becomes a paradise of joy. The singing, laughter, shouting, the sound does not stop, bringing endless joy.
In the laughter, the innocent journey of the dizhu Miao Village is over, there is no need for many words to express, as long as you open your heart, you can find the fun of your childhood, find your own innocent moment. (Text/Photo: Yang Zhiwei, reporter of this newspaper)