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Chapter 86 New Year Extra

It snowed a little in the nameless mountains of Guizhou, heralding the new year.

The mountains here are high and stretching, with undulating peaks and clouds and mist all year round. There are only a few steps up and down the mountain, and there may be bright sunshine above your head and white snow under your feet. Countless villages have been built in the embrace of the mountains for countless years, generation after generation.

Troubled by time and worldly affairs.

The winter moon has just arrived, and people are already busy getting around. The doors of every house are hung with cured meats, and the stoves are smoking, in preparation for the upcoming Miao Year.

There was only one family that didn't buy anything, that was a pair of grandfather and grandson.

The two men are not locals, and they still celebrate the Spring Festival of the Han people. The old man came to the village decades ago. He is taciturn, but very capable. He helps people in the village get medical treatment and reminds people who go hunting in the mountains about what to do next.

The weather was good, and he was also full of stories, and he told some of them to the curious children who came over. Therefore, although he didn't socialize much with others, over time everyone still regarded him as one of their own.

The little grandson was picked up two years ago. On this day, Long Ri also followed the children's team across the mountains and ridges to "visit the village", knocking on doors and eating hundreds of meals. This is the tradition of the Miao New Year Festival.

The children come to the house to have some fun, and the coming year will be prosperous.

Unlike other children who chatter, this fair-skinned boy is quiet and patient. The boy's clothes are embroidered with birds and he also wears silver jewelry. He will laugh with the children, sing folk songs together, and say auspicious words together to ask for candy.

, but always go home alone.

People in the village also like the grandfather and grandson very much, but they inevitably say behind their backs: "What a pity."

The boy has sharp ears and eyes, but he often just smiles and pretends he doesn't hear anything. As early as when his parents sent him here, he no longer feels aggrieved.

The lights in the village are brightly lit.

Every Spring Festival, the township distributes things to each village, and gradually people here take it as a matter of course. But the only one who really cares about the Spring Festival is the old man who has always been out of place.

It is said that it is the Spring Festival, and other families still eat local traditional food, but grandpa said that they drink wine and eat dumplings during the New Year. That is a habit brought from the Northeast. They make their own wine, from Wuliangye to Shaodaozi, there is nothing they can't do

.

But the dough for making dumplings is a problem.

So the young man took over from his grandfather and went into the mountains early in the morning to try his luck and get something so that he could trade with others.

He found a nest of rabbits. He had lived in the mountains for a long time, had a natural aura about him, and was patient enough that the cunning rabbit family didn't even notice him.

This is not your usual luck.

Carrying herbs dug from the mountains, the young man arrived at a house.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw an unknown animal tied under the table. It had thick feathers, and its back was clearly facing the door, but it turned its head directly and stared at the visitor with a pair of sharp, cat-like eyes.

The boy has often walked in the mountains in the past two years, but his grandfather has never let him go into the mountains at night, so he has never seen this thing. He also stared at the novel animal. The people who came in with him were startled.

, hurriedly took two steps back and stumbled on the threshold. Then the young man looked away, walked to the table and said in the local dialect: "I dug it under the Boyer Fish Stream, and exchanged it for some noodles."

Everyone noticed his appearance, and they could not help but murmur. A woman randomly packed a bag of noodles and handed it to him. After he went out, she said: "Don't come here again."

The young man paused, nodded, and went home with his bag. In fact, he was a little afraid of the owl. Over the years, he had never liked the darkness. But more than being afraid, the gaze of life shocked him more.

The young man stepped on the bluestone, poked the dewdrops, stepped on the mist and climbed over the winding mountains, surrounded by clouds. Along the way, he was thinking about whose house he would go to next year to change noodles and make dumplings.

But when the next year came, something happened in the village, and the man who insisted on the customs of his hometown was gone. The young man was the only one left in the world. He had no home, and always plunged into the mountains. He was like a mountain ravine, like a river.

The humidity of the sky, the waves of the clouds, and the dimness of the night. What he likes most is the moon. How beautiful the moon is. Wherever he goes, the moon follows him. He is afraid that he will be lonely, and he will change his appearance from time to time. Like

A silent and tolerant friend.

From then on, there were thousands of lights in the world, but he always had a moon.

Waiting to eat dumplings again will be in a foreign country more than ten years later. The archaeological team, which is all northerners, can't miss dumplings during the New Year. Among these stable people, there is also a person who shouts "After Laba, it is the New Year"

of.

This time, he was a young archaeological team member who was tolerated and loved by the elders in the institute. How could he not like to eat dumplings? When he was rolling out the dough, everyone praised his craftsmanship, and he himself was a little surprised. He thought he was unfamiliar, but he

It has long been engraved in my habits.

The dumplings served on the table are white and plump, and the whole plate is dyed with vegetable juice, which makes them look green. Making the dumplings takes a lot of effort, but eating them takes the least effort.

As soon as the dumplings were served, he habitually ate as fast and plentiful as he had done during this period. He hid in the room and did a hundred more push-ups as he thought about them. Some people kept staring at him. His appetite

It got better, and I ate a few more.

On the day of Laba, in addition to 279, people from the Yin family also came. He is also an artist. He knows that entering the desert will not end well, but he can still flirt with people calmly. Should we say that birds of a feather flock together? As

The archaeologist was involved in an operation like 279. Each childhood sweetheart's secrets were more serious than the last, but she could still immerse herself in grabbing dumplings to eat. I don't know if it was because of her transparency or because she was missing a string.

Such a carefree person would definitely make arrangements for the home during the Chinese New Year. He used his long arms to take the last dumpling from the plate in front of her.

If only she could go home for the New Year.

The moon these days is not his friend. The desert does not recognize the moon, nor does it recognize them. Before anyone could react, he jumped onto the root of the tree that was severed by the big snake. He couldn't figure out what these ancient Egyptian legends were alluding to.

He didn't care much about what he was doing. He just wanted to make sure that things could be done. But the unlucky guy who had been deceived along the way wanted to save him without hesitation.

If he could get her to go home for the New Year, he thought. If he could go back with better luck, he would have to go to his grandfather's hometown. He hadn't been to the Northeast yet, so he climbed Changbai Mountain to see if he could find one.

Silly roe deer, pat that fluffy white butt. The Siberian tiger also wants to touch it.

If she could be allowed to go home for the New Year, it wouldn't be too much to ask for a bite of dumplings then.

But now I have to lie to her again.

"Wang Yu, I didn't expect you to be so unwilling to doubt me."

Happy New Year everyone and good luck in the Year of the Tiger

Guizhou has many super nice place names: Yuping, Sinan, Guanling, Wangmo

Of course, the scenery is also first-class

Wangmo has preserved the Miao customs very well. Maybe the place where Lou Shiqi grew up can be brought here~

(End of chapter)