MTL - My Teacher is Sun Wukong-Chapter 1777 Deep mountain village 1

"I am the head of the village, also known as the village old, named Jinjiapan, responsible for everything in Jinjiazhai." The 50-year-old national character face said, "Although you are all Han people, you are warriors." Then, you are welcome to visit our village. Our Yao family worship the warriors."

It’s too easy to call the Warriors in the mountains for ten days. Is this warrior title too easy? The fat man and the big fangs listened, and thought in his heart.

But think carefully, it takes less than a few days to live in the mountains. It is not easy to do it alone. Of course, the reason why they think that Xiao Fei is a warrior, the main reason is that they are not afraid of the mountain monsters. The mountain inhabitants have many unique beliefs, and they all believe that there are monsters in the mountains.

"Thank you, thank you," Xiao Fei said.

"How do you call it?" Jin Jiapan asked.

"My name is Xiao Fei. His name is Sha Xiaojing. You can call him a big die. He is called Zhu Xiaojie and he is nicknamed Fat. This girl is called Aishwarya. It is an Indian." Xiao Fei pointed at everyone, one by one. Introduced to the crowd.

"Welcome, welcome." Jin Jiapan said.

"I said why we harvested so much today, hunting is twice as much as usual. It turned out to be a guest in the stockade." Another man said.

"It’s your arrival and brought us good luck." Jin Jiapan said, "You can live in a guest house tonight, how long you want to live for a long time, please go with me when you wait." Then turn around Said to the people of Zhaizhai, "Everyone should not look at the excitement first, go home first. It is not easy to come to a few guests in the stockade. Everyone will come to the guest house tonight, and they will be lively and lively."

After that, the crowds have dispersed. Jin Jiapan also took Xiao Fei and others to walk deep into the village. Along the way, I saw other houses of the villagers, mostly built on stones, all of which are wooden structures. Every household is far apart, leading to the entire village, like a small street.

"Grandpa, I didn't expect your Chinese to say so well. Since you rarely go down the mountain, why do you master Chinese? When we meet a woman during the day, she doesn't speak Chinese very much." The fat man on the road asked.

"Our stocks are often men in the stockade, and women are left in the stockade." Jin Jiapan said: "Our villagers will take the pheasants and hares to the Han Chinese market after the hunting. Go buy it. In exchange for salt, grain, etc. Going up the mountain. Once in a month, one round trip is seven or eight days, so we all have some Chinese. Sometimes we will sell it with a tie dyed by a woman. Han people like it."

"It turned out to be the case," said the big die.

"And as a leader, I must speak Mandarin." Jin Jiapan said, "Before this year, Zhengfu sent people to install electric lights. Paying electricity, and contacting officials with these things, I need to come forward." ”

“Is the electric light installed in the past few years?” Xiao Fei was surprised.

"Yes," said Jin Jiapan.

"Since you have to contact the Han Chinese under the mountain from time to time, why should you stay in the mountains and not move into the city?" Xiao Fei asked.

"Living in the mountains is the custom left by the ancestors. We can't arbitrarily destroy them." Jin Jiapan said: "And the Han Chinese under the mountain are too sinister, and we don't like it."

"If they move into the city, they will soon be assimilated by the Han people, and there will be no national characteristics." The fat man said.

"This is the case." Jin Jiapan said: "Things left by the ancestors cannot be discarded."

“Tie-dye is a unique craft that belongs to your Yao people, and it is still handmade. The Han people like it. It must be very expensive to sell in the mountains?” Xiao Fei asked.

"Where is it expensive? One foot tie-dye cloth is not as valuable as a pheasant." Jin Jiapan said.

"This is not scientific." Xiao Fei said with amazement.

"Boss, you don't understand this." The fat man said: "Their things are definitely taken away by the profiteers. They are bought at a very low price, and then they get online to sell at high prices. I used to watch online. I have been there, an authentic Yao tie-dye, can sell hundreds of dollars a foot."

"A few dollars to buy, the transfer is a few hundred, it is a profiteer." Xiao Fei said: "It is no wonder that the old man said that the Han Chinese under the mountain are very treacherous."

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Soon, a few people came to the front of a wooden house. It seems that this wooden house is the guest house that Jin Jiapan said, and the house in the stockade is dedicated to entertaining guests.

"You guys go in." Jin Jiapan said, but did not lead them, nor opened the door for them, but stood there and watched quietly.

Xiao Fei looked up at the wooden house, and there were actually two doors in the main house, one to the left and one to the right. If they want to enter the house, they must choose a door to open.

"Go, let's go in." The fat man said, he said he would go forward and open the door.

"Wait a minute!" Xiao Fei called the fat man.

There are two doors in a room, which is obviously a very strange thing. And looking at the look of Jin Jiapan, it is obviously waiting for them to choose.

Xiao Fei knew it. It is obvious that the head of the village, Jin Jiapan, gave them a multiple choice question. If they choose the right one, the people in the stockade should meet their smiles and treat them as guests. If you choose the wrong one, then the consequences are hard to predict and may be directly driven away.

However, people like this kind of ethnic customs are unclear. And there is no law to choose which one to choose.

"The customs of the nation are mostly related to the gods and ghosts. Is it the two doors, one is the birth gate, the other is the death gate, just like the gossip array?" Xiao Fei thought, "just, this house looks There is no trace of any formation. How many ordinary ethnic minorities can create a battle?"

If you judge by looking at the gas, seeing that the door is more prosperous, Xiao Fei can easily see it. However, the current mortal aura is very thin, very common place, there is almost no difference between air transport and weak air transport.

Without any features, it is difficult to judge.

Xiao Fei took a closer look at the two doors and finally found the subtle difference. One of the doors is old and the other is relatively new. It seems that no one has ever been moving for a long time.

"Let's go this door." Xiao Fei said.

Finished, with a fat man and a big die, Aishwarya, walked into the old door. "Oh!" and Jin Jiapan’s face also showed a smile, and then followed and walked in.

"Here is the electric light line, there is the bedroom, there is the toilet over there... You will have a rest, wait for the evening, we will hold a banquet to entertain you." After entering the door, Jinjia Pan introduced them one by one and said.