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Xiaohong explained to the side: "Every year on the eighth day of the second month of the lunar calendar, it is the Yi people's flower arrangement festival."

Axi said: "On the day of the Flower Arrangement Festival, people put the azaleas they picked in front of the door and behind the house, and hung them on the horns of cows and horns. happiness."

She chuckled twice and then said: "When the time comes, young men and women will wear festive costumes, gather together, sing and dance, and the young men and women who are close to each other will put an azalea on the head of the other, which means that they love each other. Stay committed."

The mountain mouse's eyes lit up and he smiled and said, "Sister Axi, can someone like me participate in your festival? I don't have a partner yet!"

Guo Rui gave the mountain mouse a brainstorm, and cursed: "Your kid, special mother, is only an adult, and his hair is not full. Are you still a young child to talk about?"

The mountain mouse rubbed his head and mumbled: "I'm not going to break the chick!"

Axi smiled and said: "It's okay. We don't reject Han people. If there are girls who can see you, it's not impossible to marry our Yi girls."

The mountain mouse glanced at the captain, snorted, and said triumphantly: "Captain, did you hear that? When I find a Yi girl to be a wife, don't be jealous!"

Guo Rui slapped the mountain mouse on the forehead: "Jealous at you."

On the way, Axi chatted with the people about the customs of the Yi people. She was very beautiful, and when she laughed, her eyes were completed with a clear crescent, and she didn't look like a disgusting woman with evil intentions.

Guo Rui and his group have also gotten close to them a lot...

When everyone reached the ridge, only three huts were built here.

The house is built entirely of wood and shaped like a courtyard.

On the right is the living room, connected to the kitchen, on the left is a wall, and on the front is the room where the owner sleeps.

The house has two floors, with guest rooms upstairs.

"Are you hungry? Grandma has prepared barbecue, Naxi baba, and noodle soup." Axi smiled and led everyone into the kitchen.

There are no electrical appliances in the house, a 15-watt fluorescent lamp is shining on and off, and there is a small generator ticking in the house.

There are small wooden tables and small wooden stools in the room.

The Yi people do not have a stove, a few bricks, a groove, a large iron pot on the top, and firewood underneath, which is very simple.

Remove the cauldron and use it as a fire to keep warm in cold weather.

Put the iron net on it and you can grill it.

There was a bag of potatoes next to him, and Scarlett dropped a few potatoes into the fire.

On the table is a big soup basin with shredded pork noodle soup. The mountain rat that has eaten too much marching food and canned food has long been drooling.

Axi thoughtfully served everyone the soup, and Guo Rui glanced at each other.

"This soup...what is the floating layer of green on the surface?" Xiao Ma asked doubtfully.

"This is the eating habit of our Yi people. The green mint leaves are floating on it. We also use mint for braised pork, not dirty, so don't worry."

The pony said "Oh", and took the soup bowl to eat and drink.

"Arles Shinobu, go get some wine..." Axi said to Scarman, then turned his head and smiled at Guo Rui and the others.

Guo Rui quickly refused, saying: "We will march tomorrow morning, and we will not drink tonight."

In the Yi language and Mandarin, I don’t know what to say. Axi smiled and translated: "Captain Guo, my grandmother said that we have to drink for the Yi people to entertain guests. If we don’t drink, then we won’t be able to entertain them well. No need. Drink more, meaning, tasting the tartary buckwheat wine brewed by our Yi nationality, just to warm up the body to get rid of the cold."

The other few people heard that there was still wine to drink, and they were greedy for a long time. Even a glass of Qingdao can satisfy them.

Guo Rui nodded and said to everyone: "No more drinks. One person can only have one drink. Give me a drink slowly. If anyone can't get up tomorrow morning, don't eat."

The little horse smiled: "Oh..."

Arles brought a large jar of wine, filled Guo Rui with a bowl, and picked up a bloody roasted meat to eat.

He picked up the wine bowl, using not-so-standard Mandarin, and said politely: "Guests from afar, to you!"

Xiao Hong didn't make any constrained gestures, everyone stood up in response, "Thank you for your hospitality..."

The pony took a big sip and looked content.

Lin Chen sat where he was, and didn't get up. He was inconvenient to move, and no one cared about him.

He handed the small leather book to Xiao Hong, which read: "Children."

Xiaohong glanced around, and saw two children standing at the door, looking at them eagerly.

Xiao Hong smiled and hooked her hands, "They haven't eaten yet? Come and eat together."

Arles Shinobu glanced outside the door, and the two children hurriedly shrank their heads.

"Lessy? Come in for dinner!"

With a cry, the child ran away.

Axi explained with a smile: "The child is ignorant and disobedient, and runs away every time he asks for a meal."

"You eat, I'll go out and have a look!"

Arles Ren didn't specifically pour Guo Rui and the others with wine, and the old woman only drank two mouthfuls of noodle soup before going back to bed.

The mountain mouse ate and cried for no reason, tears dripping into the wine bowl.

He stuffed a piece of barbecue in his mouth and mumbled vaguely: "I think I'm the battalion commander, I don't know if he survived..."

"I want to be fat..." the little horse muttered, lowering his head.

The original lively atmosphere suddenly submerged, and the little horse slowly said: "When the fat man's belly was slashed away by the wind wolf, it was empty inside, and there was no shit in his intestines."

"He gave me his compressed biscuits, patted his belly, squinted mung bean eyes and told me that the fat man was hungry..."

Pan Honglang looked at the flickering flames and muttered: "The dead bald always says that he always burns well in Shanxi, and he is so strong! Holding a small bottle every day, I thought it was wine. I snatched it and tasted it, only to know that Te Niang's. It's a sour bottle of Laozi's tearful old vinegar."

He poured the last sip of tartary buckwheat wine mixed with tears on the ground and shouted: "Bald! Drink!"

The other people poured a little bit of wine from the bowl on the ground. Pan Honglang wiped the corners of his eyes and asked Lin Chen back: "Old man? We are crying here in a mess, so don't you think of anyone?"

Lin Chen wrote a few words on the small notebook: "I just dare to think..."

Guo Rui was silent, and Xiao Hong turned around and smiled at Lin Chen and said, "Uncle Shuangmu, I will help you find your relatives when you find the big army and join together."

"If... if you can't find it, I will take care of you."

"You don't hit the little devil?" Xiao Ma Bai glanced at her and said lightly.

"Then you can't leave Uncle Shuangmu alone?"

Pan Honglang cut his voice, "I think I should have lost it long ago..."

"Okay! If there is no Uncle Shuangmu, can that lion follow us all the way?" Guo Rui said suddenly.

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