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Chapter 193 Chapter 193: Ten Miles and Eight Villages
Pang Xiaoxiao came to Yanshan County as a team leader and as a "tour guide", which was her territory.

A few people ate a local specialty snack in Yanshan County first, and then bought a map of Yanshan County. Pang Xiaoxiao circled the map with a pen, saying that the circled places are all kinds of cultural forms of Hu Nayao. birthplace.

I found a car rental company, and all of them had driver's licenses during the internship period, so they could practice their driving skills on the mountain roads.

This research is actually to investigate and study the developmental form of Hu Nailing, which can be applied to the entrepreneurial model of the new society.

The current development trend of culture and art is somewhat backward. The Chinese civilization continues the spiritual blood of our country and nation. Cultural heritage needs to be passed on from generation to generation and protected from generation to generation, and it also needs to keep pace with the times and innovate.

It's just that the current cultural heritage is just a superficial effort, and there are too many reports written, but there is actually no propaganda effect.

Those media companies, any traffic star or Internet celebrity, any video of dressing or eating will have much more traffic than these cultural inheritance.

In an era of increasingly chaotic traffic, it is difficult for cultural inheritance to gain a place. This is the current situation of contemporary cultural inheritance.

Therefore, senior sister Pang Xiaoxiao and others are looking for a sustainable development path for the cultural inheritance of Hu Nailing.

Senior sister Pang Xiaoxiao drove the car out of Yanshan County, and then on the county road, singing loudly all the way, driving towards towns and villages.

When we first started driving, everyone wanted to give it a try. After all, as newbies on the road, everyone was very interested in the steering wheel.

But after a bumpy road, and then various turns, all kinds of mountain roads with eighteen bends, everyone's nerves are tense, and they dare not recommend driving again. If this turns over, it's okay to die, and everyone doesn't want to drive if they don't die. people.

Senior sister Pang Xiaoxiao is a junior in college, and she learned to drive very early, so her driving experience is also higher. In addition, she works steadily, and when the car gets on the small road that leads to each village, it is Pang Xiaoxiao who is always driving.

We first came to Qingshui Town, which is the farthest from Yanshan County, and filled up the gas, and it was already dark.

Pang Xiaoxiao was a little impatient. They only had ten days. Before reaching the destination, one day was wasted. Then, can they complete the task in the remaining nine days?

I drove overnight from Qingshui Town to a mountain village called Jiming’ao Village. The locals just call it Lin’ao. As the name suggests, it’s the col where the rooster crows. The working people named it so casually.

Fortunately, China has a good policy. Every village is connected and there are cement roads all the way, which ensures everyone's safety. When we came to the village, the elderly and children in the village were gathering by the river to be jealous. It is better to rush than to rush. Coincidentally, they parked the car on the side of the road and went directly with the villagers to worship the river god.

The sacrifice to the river god is naturally by the river, and a bonfire has already been lit on the river beach. The old people are sitting far away, smoking dry cigarettes in their mouths. From a distance, there are rows of dots on the dark river beach.

Pang Xiaoxiao pointed out that this river is the most downstream of their river in Yanshan County, and they will investigate along the river in the next few days.

At the beginning of offering sacrifices to the river god, first kill the chicken, sprinkle the blood of the chicken on the glutinous rice in the porcelain bowl, then burn incense and pray, and start the ceremony.

Pang Xiaoxiao dressed very carefully and didn't feel bad about it. However, Feng Yi and others were not fully prepared. They were tortured at this time. Being by the river, the mosquitoes seemed to know them. If they didn't bite the villagers, they would bite them. They are city dwellers with tender skin and tender flesh.

They thought about the 1 yuan and Pang Xiaoxiao watching, so they could only endure the itching, hoping that this sacrifice would end quickly.

After the ceremony was finished, some people put on performance costumes and masks, and began to dance while singing and shouting. Every time the names of the villages reached the place where they should respond, they responded in unison.

The method of speaking different sounds in three miles is actually very particular, so the singing method of Hu Naomao in Shili Baxiang is also different.

These singing methods are not only reflected in the lyrics, but also in the emphasis, melody, dance, costumes, etc.

After all, Pang Xiaoxiao and others are here to record, investigate, and study these various singing styles.

So they started recording and videotaping, and Pang Xiaoxiao used a small notebook, and she could understand the meaning of these dialects, so she listed the differences.

All these evidences are shared in the group, and everyone summarizes these materials together.

The sacrificial activity lasted only one hour, and everyone shouted and wanted to go back.

Feng Yi and others began to worry, where should they sleep next?

Everyone was gone, except for the old man who had just sang Hu Shou, who was still sitting next to a pile of sparks after the fire had burned out, smoking a dry cigarette, as if he was not in any hurry to go home.

Pang Xiaoxiao could only bite the bullet and ask the old man to stay overnight.

The old man looked at these children with a smile, showing his yellow teeth, "Are you children from the city? Why did you come to this small village in the middle of the night? Got lost?"

"To tell you the truth, Grandpa." Pang Xiaoxiao said, "We came to see you perform Hu Nayao. It's late at night. If we go back to the town, we are afraid of accidents, so why are we bold enough to ask you for a night?"

The old man knocked the dry tobacco on the toe of the rubber shoe, shook the ashes on the ground, and continued to smile and said, "Then you will live in my house later? But I have to wait here, because the fire is not burnt out, so I dare not go away .”

Feng Yi and others also sat on the ground obediently.

It's mid-October now, and the weather has turned slightly cooler at this time. At night, it's by the river beach again, and the coolness is even more bone-chilling.

Everyone moved towards the fire, and only then did they feel more comfortable.

Mosquitoes have been hidden, frogs and cicadas are no longer noisy, there are only gurgling water and a curl of cooking smoke.

The old man smoked his pipe silently, staring at the dark night sky for a while, and staring at the fire for a while.

"Sing me a Hu Nahou?" the old man suddenly said, "You city kids must have never heard of it."

Before they agreed, the old man had already spoken:
"Guests from far away, come to Heiyou."

"My wife, just opened the pot."

"The ten-mile river beach is good for bathing!"

"Yueer Wanwan, let me go home!"

"Guests from afar, please go slowly."

"The moon is crooked, let's take you home"

This is a typical roundabout folk song. Pang Xiaoxiao has already recorded it, and the sound has also been recorded.

The old man looked at the group of students acting like they were engaged in scientific research, and after singing, he showed his yellow teeth and laughed again.

Following the old man back to the village, his home was in the small western-style building on the cement road in the village. When he opened the door and entered, he saw a woman dozing by the firepit. (To explain, in many rural areas in the south, small western-style buildings have not escaped the fate of burning firewood. In many places, there is still a firepit in the basement for warming up and smoking bacon.)
Feng Yi's stomach groaned. Today, everyone had been driving all day, and dinner was still unfinished. At this time, he saw pieces of golden bacon on the fire pit, and his stomach began to protest.

"Grandpa, do you still have food at home? We all forgot to eat dinner after listening to Hu Naojiao." Feng Yi boldly said, and finally felt that this was too intrusive, so he added: "We will give you money for eating and sleeping. excuse me!"

The old man had been chatting with them on the road for several days, and he got to know these young people somewhat. When he heard these grandchildren complaining that they were hungry, he didn't pay attention to them, and didn't mention money. He directly greeted the woman who had woken up. Start making fried rice and hot dishes.

(End of this chapter)