"Brother? wake up quickly.-()"

It turned out to be a dream, and Ma Ya woke him up.

Wushuang shook her head and sat up. Ma Ya kept sitting beside him and he didn't dare to sleep. She was not afraid of the two of them...but she was a little scared after hearing the joke that the fellow villager said, and was so scared that she couldn't sleep.

"I just had a strange dream. This dream was so tiring. I listened to the big show all night."

Ma Ya said: "I'm afraid you're not dreaming, listen carefully."

The grassland is empty, and when it is spring, the wind is very strong. When it is late at night, you can clearly hear the sound of the wind blowing from a distance. The sound of gongs and suona in the wind... It seems that a troupe is singing a big show in the mountains in the distance, and even Wushuang can clearly hear the sissy of a flower actress.

The wind blows from the east.

Wushuang opened the curtain of the yurt and walked out. The sound of the opera was very clear.

"I'm so annoying. Who is singing a big show in the middle of the night? Is it still not allowed to sleep? Besides, what kind of show should I sing on the Mongolian grassland?" Wushuang said impatiently.

"Brother, do you still remember the joke that the fellow villager said? Did you say it would be..." Ma Ya stopped talking.

"Let's go and take a look, I won't believe it!" He said stubbornly. He didn't take the warning from his fellow villager last night to heart.

Hulagehundi ranch was quiet. I wonder if the only two of them heard the sound of the opera. Everyone was closed and even the shepherd dog tied to the yurt fell asleep. Wushuang followed the sound with Ma Ya and searched westward.

Gradually, I saw a small hill at the end of the endless grassland horizon. This is a typical landform feature of the plain area. You don’t look big when you are far away, but if you get closer, the mountain may be too big. The full text of the latest chapter is like a vast ocean. People can clearly see the arc of the earth, and the end of the arc covers the scene on the other side.

There is no road on the prairie, and the green buds that grow in spring are all newly grown in spring. In a few days, these green buds will grow waist-high with the arrival of the rainy season. Walking on the endless prairie, the herdsmen always bring a dog around them, or they plant a tree within a distance. This tree is a marking point. Without it, even the herdsmen who live here all year round will easily lose their way.

"By the way, where is our novice?" Wushuang suddenly remembered his yellow skin.

Ma Ya said: "I didn't bring it, so I left it in the mountains. The little thing is becoming more and more naughty. If I live in the Dong family, I am afraid of causing trouble for you. Xing'anling is its home. You can't feed it with big white rabbit milk candy, right?"

"Yes, wild animals are wild, so let them return to the mountains and forests. I hope they can practice and become immortals as soon as possible."

A stream of cold wind blew, and the sound of singing was echoing on the grassland. The opera troupe seemed to be deliberately singing at night, and it would be boring when singing. In the old society, anyone had a wedding, especially in the Northeast, Gada, which had to hold a grand ceremony, and I won’t talk about the wedding.

When holding funerals, we usually invite opera troupes, regardless of day or night, and sing for three days and three nights. Those who can have such a big show are all wealthy families. In the mountains or in the countryside, the people live a simple life. At that time, there were no TVs or electric boxes, let alone go to the city to watch big dramas. So whoever has a wedding and wedding stage will always be surrounded by people when singing opera. In fact, they can’t understand the sings of the opera and the rough people, and they all want to be lively.

The opera troupes sing differently in different weddings. However, in the large areas of Northeast China and Inner Mongolia, a unique opera culture is popular. Errenzhuan. I don’t need to introduce Errenzhuan. Everyone has watched it now. But at that time, Errenzhuan was not called this name, but Bengbeng. A man and a woman were playing tricks on the stage and Bengbeng jumped.

So you can see that the apprentices in Benshan now, including Song Xiaobao and Xiao Shenyang, always like to jump on the stage when performing. This is the inheritance left by "Bongbeng" for Errenzhuan in the past.

Wushuang and Ma Ya walked farther and farther away. Seeing that the Hulagehundi Ranch was no longer visible behind them, they might not be able to find the way even if they went back.

"Brother, what are you singing about? Why haven't I heard of it? We used to hire a opera troupe when we got married in the village, but there was no such opera?" Ma Ya asked curiously.

Both of them have not realized the seriousness of the situation yet. In fact, they both want to watch the fun. It has been a long time since there have been many wealthy families doing this.

"This may not be a second-generation drama, maybe it is a Peking opera? Listen, isn't that movement that is neither male nor female is a flower actress? I don't understand either, let's see it!"

"Brother, usually those who sing big operas at night do funerals. Do you bring money with you? Do we have to follow the gifts?" Inner Mongolia is very close to the northeast, especially the Korqin Grassland, which is only a few hundred miles apart. Even in Tongliao City, the cultures of the two regions are very similar.

In the past, when the big family was performing operas on the stage of big festivals, they could watch the excitement at will, but generally they should basically follow the gifts. No matter whether it is a big gift or a small gift, even if you take two eggs, it would be so meaningless. You didn’t come empty-handed. Especially when you do funerals, it is said that the deceased will blame you for being hot.

As I walked, I gradually saw a high mountain appearing in front of me. The closer I walked, the bigger the mountain, the bigger it was. This should be the unclean mountain mentioned by the fellow villagers.

Wushuang is not an atheist, and after so many strange adventures, he is not a materialist. After a long time in the middle of the mountains and forests, he is prone to giving birth to fox fairy monsters. This is a normal thing. However, after walking so many places, he has also lost many big fights. I haven't heard of any fairy who likes to sing operas.

Wushuang is more inclined to the fact that there may be a mysterious tribe living deep in the mountains, which may have left many unknown customs. For example, everyone is fine at night and sings and operas.

This is not unparalleled thoughts. We in China do have such a nation.

You should know that in addition to the 56 ethnic groups in China, there are actually some ethnic groups whose ethnic names do not appear within the 56 ethnic groups because their population is small and distributed in remote mountainous areas.
Chapter completed!