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Chapter 195 Chapter 195: Ten Miles and Eight Villages
As the sun went down, the old man yelled and drove the cattle back to the mountain road.

Pang Xiaoxiao and the others had also heard enough of the Hu Nayao in this place, and there was a difference in their hearts, so they walked up the trail together and walked down the mountain.

As long as the scalper is on the correct mountain path, he will naturally know the way back.

The ox was chewing the weeds poured out of its stomach in front, chewing slowly while walking slowly, and from time to time its tail and ears linked to drive away the mosquitoes, while the old man followed the ox with Pang Xiaoxiao and others, Humming folk songs all the way while walking down the mountain.

Back in the village, it became popular, the sound of women calling to eat, the sound of chickens crowing and dogs barking, the sound of watery vegetables being put into the pot, the sound of spatula and iron pan colliding intertwined, and the air is full of The aroma of steamed rice, bacon, burning camphor, and chili, these various sounds and smells constitute a beautiful evening picture of a mountain village.

It is true that the old man is more punctual. Just after entering the door, the woman has already placed most of the dishes on the table and is busy with the last soup dish. Perhaps this is the tacit understanding that couples should have for many years.

The old man stood by the bucket, took a red water ladle and poured a ladle of mountain spring water into his stomach. After he burped, he said, "Oh, it's rare that someone wants to listen to my singing today. I sang to my heart's content. Very thirsty!"

As he spoke, he wiped the stubble on his chin, wiped the water drops on his clothes, and then asked Pang Xiaoxiao and others to sit down and eat.

Pang Xiaoxiao was polite, and finally sat down: "Grandpa, we have to go to the next place later to see how Hu Nahao sings elsewhere. We are here to collect folk songs, so we are in a hurry."

"It's okay, eat before leaving, our house rarely has guests in a year." The old man also sat on the top eight seats, "The first time I saw you, I knew you were children from the city. What are you doing?" We don’t understand these things, but we try to provide you with information as much as possible, alas, the current Hu Naaohou may really have no one to sing when we are buried in the ground!”

"We are here to find a way this time, so that young people can not only make money, but also pass on this culture."

"Our old bones can't understand your ideas. If you have ideas, we must support them."

After eating, Pang Xiaoxiao packed her luggage and said goodbye to her grandparents.

Feng Yi put the 1000 yuan that everyone put together on the table, and was chased out by the old man and thrown into the car.

After several refusals, the old man was still unwilling to accept the 1000 yuan. Finally, after several pushes, the old man reluctantly accepted 100 yuan.

In the end, the old man confessed that he would go to the next place to find his relatives directly. There was an old cousin of his over there. After pressing the buttons several times, he pulled out the other party's phone number, then dialed the number and said hello.

Feng Yi and the others continued on the road, and Senior Pang Xiaoxiao was still driving, and everyone drove all the way down the river.

After walking around the mountain for more than an hour, it was too dark and I didn't know how to turn over a few small villages, several ravines and cols, and finally came to the place marked by the old man.

This is a place called Huangnizhai. Just after driving into the village, he was stopped by an old man who claimed that he was the cousin of the old man who just greeted him.

I drove to the downstairs of this small bungalow. The yellow dog at the door kept barking at the car, and the owner couldn't stop it. Finally, a woman in an apron hit the yellow dog with a broom. The yellow dog Then, with its tail between its legs, it went straight to the dark place, not daring to bark anymore.

Only then did Pang Xiaoxiao and others dare to get out of the car and enter the house.

After entering the house, the firepit has already been ignited, the green steel wood is crackling in the firepit, and the kettle on the tripod is steaming from the spout.

Wash your hands and face when you enter the door. This is the rite of washing the dust.

There are different sounds in ten miles, and different etiquette in eight townships. In the countryside, each has its own etiquette, you just need to abide by it.

They knew that Pang Xiaoxiao and others had already had dinner at the old cousin's house, so they just asked, and then went to take out melons, fruits and candies for them to eat.

Pang Xiaoxiao and the others ate sweets by the firepit while asking the old man about Hu Nayao's situation.

The Hu Nahou here is roughly the same as the Hu Nahou in Jimingao, but on the basis of these, there is also a duet of folk songs by Hu Nahou, that is, Huaoshan.

The old men herding cattle in the mountains here can sing folk songs to the farm women over there across the ravine. Although it is provocative, it is just a kind of entertainment during farming.

But here is also facing the problem of inheritance. Young people nowadays are willing to listen to love songs on the Internet. If they like to play DJ, rock and folk songs in the car, they seem very old-fashioned.

Therefore, under the impact of foreign culture, the folk songs here are sung by older people, and young people hardly use singing to tease girls.

The next day, Pang Xiaoxiao and the old man went up the mountain to work, and there was also a pair of farmers digging the soil on the other side of the mountain.

The old man started singing here, and the peasant woman over there ignored her husband who was working, so she started singing with the old man.

Separated by a mountain, the singing echoes continuously in the mountain stream.

It's just that some of the libretto is indeed a bit explicit, which makes Pang Xiaoxiao blush.

But folk song duets are like this, known for their vulgarity and directness, the meaning they need to express is very direct, which is one of the reasons why these young people don't like it.

The woman's husband didn't care, he just laughed while plowing the field, and shouted loudly that you sang very well, what's more, the husband knew that his daughter-in-law couldn't sing, so he assisted, and came to a one-on-two .

In the evening, Pang Xiaoxiao admired the old man's authentic Huangni Village's Hu Naihou, showed the costumes, face decorations and lyrics, and Pang Xiaoxiao and others made records.

Early the next morning, the fat boy set off again, heading downstream along the Qingshui River.

This time, because of the relationship again, Pang Xiaoxiao and the others directly found the original Hu Naihou from another village. The Hu Naihou in this village has many superstitious singing styles, such as shouting souls and exorcising Yin. From the source analysis, This should be influenced by the Taoist. (Taoists, that is, false Taoists in the countryside who practice things for the dead, are not the inheritance of Taoist culture)

The same as before, everyone can just take a little note. If it is different, everyone will focus on writing it down, and then make a material and send it to the group file.

After finishing this village, everyone set off again and rushed to the next village, trying to find the similarities and differences of Hu Nailing in the birthplace of each Hu Nailing.

Each of the ten miles and eight townships has its own characteristics, some are more rigorous, some are more relaxed, some are facing the problem of cultural inheritance, and some villages have many young people who also like to sing and shout.

(End of this chapter)