mountain god dance

The two communicated with each other and fell in love with each other all night. When Baigu got up, his waist was sore and his legs were swollen, and he couldn't walk. He planned to buy some things in the town for storage, but his brother had to go by himself.

Baigu combed his hair lazily, knocked on the snake egg, still nothing happened, so he picked it up and put it on his chest, and went out for a stroll.

In the plateau town to the west, there are many Hu merchants and guests from Zhaonan. The brigade travels so far that there are many escort agencies, the goods are piled up, and the horses are neighing. Most of them are bartering for tea. Living here for a period of time consumes the patience of tea farmers.

Baigu saw that the locals used white saucers to hold the tea leaves, pressed them on the paper with each name written on them, packed up a wooden table and placed it outside, so that the merchants could hear about it.In the Central Plains, there are only glass bowls that nobles can afford, and here are everywhere, filled with blue-red boiling water that is as bright as gemstones, for people to drink.The street was filled with a strong and long-lasting fragrance, which made Hu Shang lose his nose.

"...this year's new species." In front of a shop, the owner held a teacup and gave it to the merchants. "Shanmi God bred it himself. You can taste it. It has the mellow taste of loquat. It was transported to Chang'an last month. It is a great joy. Shangshu Youcheng wrote a poem for it, titled "Dicui Xigu", and everyone regards it as precious."

The customer didn't know who Sugiya was, so the store owner gave him a good teaching.Seeing that his elder brother had become a signboard for solicitation, Baigu was stunned and secretly amused. In the morning, this man rubbed shoulders with him, and he became a rare exile in others' eyes.

He pretended to lean over: "Oh, did Shan Mi take cuttings?"

"Exactly, exactly."

The tea farmer brought a bowl to Baigu again with a smile, and put his gloves on his sleeves: "I heard from my ancestors that the God of Tea is an old man with a white beard, and no one has seen it. Fortunately, Shanmi has often been in and out of the village in the past few years. How people pick seeds, the little old man has also seen, he is a very handsome young man."

Baigu was delighted to hear him boasting, and drank it all in one gulp. The distant visitor was so curious that he immediately asked for five shi, and the tea farmer waved his hand again: "I can't sell you too much, the limit is two taels."

Baigu didn't do it when he heard about the good business deal: "Why?"

"There is an order from the Holy Spirit to order three thousand stones from each of Shuntiao, Zhaidou, and Mibin counties..."

He wiped his hand towel and sighed, looking at the vast mountains: "Look, little brother, how can there be three thousand shi for the new tea just planted? Do you use the tea as rice? We put it on the commercial road to attract customers so that we can sell other Yunwu tea. "

When Hu Shang heard that he was clearly deceiving himself, he threw up his sleeves and left.

The tea grower seemed to be used to this scene, took back the tea bowl lukewarmly, washed it and said to Baigu: "I heard that Lishui has been dry recently, the rain is not coming, and the irrigation of melons and fruits is a problem. If it is less than a hundred, life will be even more difficult."

Baigu was startled when he heard this, the farming on both sides of the Lishui River went wrong, and he didn't know what the situation of the fishermen who depended on the river for their livelihood was.

He took two steps back, distracted, unable to figure out why the mountain god was stingy with doing good deeds and berating innocent people.

"Guest, how are you?"

The tea farmer looked at him: "Your lips are pale, but you are thirsty? The little old man has nothing else in his life, only tea, which is enough."

Baigu shook his head: "I don't understand... why the sky is so thick and the land is vast and boundless, but people are always detained into a small one, like a grasshopper in your hand."

The tea farmer smiled: "The grasshopper caught when I was young, let it run away without paying attention, can people escape?"

Baigu suddenly knew what he was going to say when he saw Daiye.

Not far from the stall, several people gathered to make a noise, and their voices gradually became louder, attracting attention.

"Oh, the old man hasn't left yet."

The tea grower leaned forward, seeing that the dispute was still caused by an individual, he explained to Baigu: "I came here a few days ago, what nonsense are you making up, it must be that there is a god with a tail in the swamp."

"Huh!" Baigu looked up, "Really?"

"Go and hear what he said." The tea farmer shook his head and entered the room.

When Baigu squeezed into the crowd, the skinny old man was still arguing with others: "How is it impossible? I saw it with my own eyes when I was young..."

Someone cut off his words: "You have entered a seventy-year-old age. When you were young, you heard a lot of rumors about rural women. After a long time, you will naturally not be able to tell the truth from the fake."

The old man: "I moved to Dayue City with my parents when I was eight years old. At that time, I was able to recite "Erya" and write "Jade Pian". Why can't I tell the truth from the fake?"

The man said: "Shan Mixing is among us. Some people have seen Jindian buying flowers in the water market. Why haven't they seen the snake god you mentioned?"

Others echoed: "Who can travel farther than Orion? No one can compare. Cave Ulawa is muddy, poisonous snakes and miasma. No one lives there, let alone gods."

"Snakes are promiscuous, what can he do?"

"I am the Heer clan," said the old man, "We used to live there for generations, and he protected us!"

"Your family is the only one in the He Er family. How do you protect it?"

A man leading a horse said to the people around him: "This old man told stories from Dayue to Nanzhao City, and then came here to tell unfounded stories... You, go back and live your life."

Everyone dispersed, only Baigu stayed where he was.He watched the old man turn around and sit on the stone panting for breath. After a while, he tremblingly took out a pancake from his cloth bag and ate it. He had only a few teeth left. He chewed very slowly, took two bites and then threw it back in anger.

This movement exposed his wrist, and Baigu's eyes lit up immediately:

The bracelet the other party was wearing was as bright as the bracelet he didn't know where it came from!

"Excuse me……"

Baigu stepped forward and cupped his hands: "Why is the grandfather's bracelet different from ordinary silver ornaments?"

The old man hurriedly covered his hands with his clothes, and looked up and down at him like a thief: "What's the matter?"

Baigu took one of his own and presented it to him: "Look, sir, is it the same texture as this one?"

Baigu's bracelet is thicker and wider, with more skillful techniques and finely carved figures. The old man turned slowly, squinting his eyes to look back and forth at the picture, as if lost in memory:

"That's right, it's the original craftsmanship of the Daoxun people. Their current craftsmen can't do it so well. This is what they dedicated to Zhuwei..."

Baigu couldn't understand what he was muttering: "Master, speak louder, what Zhuwei?"

He didn't see it, but when he uttered these two words, the white egg in his bosom suddenly lit up.

The old man didn't answer the question, but looked at him gloomyly under the purple turban: "Where did you get this thing?"

Naturally, Baigu couldn't say: "Yes... I lost my way one day, I was injured and fainted, and I woke up with it."

"absurd."

The old man looked at him in disbelief, and gritted his few teeth: "You stole it, you are a thief, and you still want to rob me!"

"……what?"

Baigu was stupefied at the same place, unable to argue. He didn't expect to be labeled as a thief after asking a word. He was extremely wronged: "Why did my grandfather say that? I asked you because I didn't know the reason. If you can't answer, return the things to me." Bar."

He stretched out his hand to ask for it back, but the old man actually put the things into his arms in front of his face, and asked:

"Oh, what else can I do?"

"You, why are you acting so foolish?"

Baigu thought that this person was old, his age was orderly, and he was not easy to attack. He was short of breath. He was busy with business trips and couldn't find anyone to help him. Who said you were an old rascal!"

The old man laughed, leaned against the wall, picked up his pancakes and chewed slowly: "Please."

Baigu walked around with his hands in his hands, wanting to touch Jiuzhen on the road, and asked his brother to clean up this old thing.As a result, there were too many questions, and I couldn't help it before waiting for a moment, and went back to ask the old man: "You haven't answered me just now, what is Zhuwei?"

"Zhuwei is nothing." The old man took out his belt to drink cold water: "Zhuwei is a snake god."

"Snake God..."

It's a snake again, and recent events are always related to snakes.As soon as he finished speaking, the white egg in his bosom trembled, thinking it was about to fall, he quickly covered it: "Oh, what are you doing, is it about to be born?"

The old man closed his eyes and continued: "I have seen him, I have seen a snake god that they have never seen before. That day he got drunk at the Xingu Festival and fell into the water. People who picked lotus roots saw him ...the last time he led us out of the village...

The outside is full of water, big waves, compared with the waves, people are really fragile, he carried me on his back and said, baby, you can hold tight, I hugged his shoulders, stepped on his tail, Swim with him swaying in the water..."

Baigu didn't know the cause and effect, seeing that he was very involved in what he said, he had to listen first.

"My mother was infected with the disease in the water and left soon after she arrived at her new home. In the end, she said, remember him, you have to remember, and I said it many times.

But I still forgot that Dayue City is too big, and there are many dolls of the same age. Playing from sunrise to dusk, it made me forget the village in the past and the lotus pond I used to soak in. "

Only then did Baigu understand: "So, Grandpa thinks of him now?"

The old man opened his eyes: "Lonely old man suddenly dreaming of youthful wishes, the more I am ashamed, the clearer I am... I have to pay off the debt and let more people know about him."

Baigu hurriedly asked: "What does Zhuwei look like, do you remember?"

As soon as he mentioned the name, the egg continued to tremble, and Baigu realized that it was deliberately guiding him, thinking of the corpse he saw on the road, Baigu consciously asked about something important, and his heart beat violently for a while.

"He has a snake tail."

The old man said: "I always wander in a field of red flowers and sing at the moonrise. There is often a tree python with the mouth of a bowl around him."

"Yes, is that so..."

Baigu lowered his head and grabbed the corner of his clothes: "Do you think he's still there?"

"Here I am."

The old man took out the silver bracelet and rubbed it with his fingernails covered in black mud: "He is waiting for us to go back, put out the spirits again, and dig water chestnuts.

My god hidden in the mud...it's too bitter..."

Baigu turned around, quietly took out the snake egg, seeing its inscription was brilliant, warm and lovely, he put it on his mouth and kissed the shell.

"Do you still like this name? Well, then I'll call you that, Suwei..."

"Zhuwei." Baigu said, "Hurry up and grow into a snake god, someone loves you."

The spirit egg that had been stored for a hundred years was finally awakened, and its first pattern was cracked.

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Climbed the ladder to come up!