The blue sky is spotless and crystal clear. The rosy clouds are reflected on the clear river water. The microwaves like fish scales and the turquoise river water in turn add to the color of the floating clouds.
Next to the village, the grassy slope near the river is flat and green, like a huge green carpet, giving people the urge to lie down and roll a few times. In the center of the grassy slope, a new tree has been planted, which is about 10 feet high.
Some of the branches and leaves of the camphor tree are covered in red and colorful. There is a red silk and a red cloth bag hanging on the top of the tree. This is the "flower tree". Under the flower tree, there is a strip-shaped altar table with bright lacquer and water, and fine wine is placed on the table.
, fragrant tea, Lusheng and other things.
Siwei, dressed neatly and neatly, walked to the flower tree, filled the glass with wine, raised the glass with both hands and stretched it to the sky, looking up at the sky. He murmured for a moment, then bent slightly and poured the wine slowly.
He sprinkled the wine on the ground in an arc, then raised the second glass of wine and the third glass of wine.
After the wine ceremony, the reed pipes began to sing together. A few middle-aged people took the lead, followed by a number of young people, playing joyful reed pipe dance music, dancing in circles around the flowers and trees that symbolized unity, prosperity and auspiciousness. The reed pipe music kept changing.
, some have warm emotions, lively rhythms, vigorous dance postures, and are full of optimistic passion, giving people a wonderful feeling; some have slow rhythms, like a trickle, giving people an atmosphere of joy and celebration.
Not far from the flower tree, there is a mat tent with tables and chairs, fragrant tea, fine wine, dishes, melons and fruits on the table. Siwei village elder is sitting on the chair, and the Burmese toastman who is as fat as a pig is sitting in the middle.
Chaga.
In the sound of dance music played by reed pipes, Mengshan Croat men stepped in time, danced their arms, and walked around the flowers and trees, advancing and retreating freely. Chajia had no intention of enjoying it, and just opened his eyes, which were usually squeezed into a line by the flesh on his face, like
Like greedy hungry dogs, he licked the faces of the girls standing on the flower slope. The pores full of evil desires on their bodies seemed to be swollen, and they were horribly ugly.
Of course, for a man, a young man, the most eye-catching thing on the flower slope is of course the young girls standing all over the flower slope. Every time they dance on the flower slope, the girls of the Mengshan Ke ethnic group have to dress up.
, one is more beautifully dressed than the other, and the exquisite embroidery skills and dexterity of their hands can be seen from the varied patterns embroidered or batiked on their dresses.
These pretty young girls either hold up umbrellas and stop to watch, or they talk and laugh in small groups, or they walk into the crowd with blushing faces. Occasionally they open their mouths and smile, revealing a pair of silver teeth, like bright flowers that suddenly bloom, but
It quickly closed again.
There were so many beauties that Chajia couldn't even see enough, and he secretly resented Siwei: If this old fox hadn't heard about the "**" thing, how long would he have kept these beauties hidden? Hum hum.
, I'm afraid it's too late to please me now. Manmo Tuguan is thinking about the line, and he is salivating over it, eager to make it a reality!
A few regretful exclamations made the distracted Chajia temporarily divert his attention. It turned out that it was a young man from the Mengshan Ke tribe who was playing the sheng while trying to climb up to the top of the flower stalk and take off the small red silk and red cloth bag.
But he gave up halfway and failed. This is a kind of competition. Whoever can climb to the top of the pole while playing the sheng, take down the reward, and then come down again while playing the sheng will be considered the winner.
"Master Siwei!" Chajia suddenly thought of something, tilted his head, and said to Siwei with a smile: "I heard that you have a daughter who is as beautiful as a flower, but she hides it. I don't know.
Is it true or false?"
"This matter is true." Siwei did not hide it, and said with a respectful smile: "Although my daughter has a decent appearance, she is still young, so she rarely sees people. She is hiding it."
"You are still young? I wonder if you can let me see it. People outside say that she is like a fairy!" Chaga's fat eyelids slowly moved twice, and his greedy eyes showed a bit of animality.
Siwei seemed to hesitate for a moment, then nodded helplessly and said, "Master Chieftain, my daughter is resting in the bamboo tower in the village. Why don't you wait until you are finished here?"
"Go now!" Chaga said in an irrefutable tone: "Leave this place to other village elders." As he said that, he moved his fat body with great effort, and the two Burmese soldiers behind him immediately stepped forward to support him.
Siwei stood up lazily and led the way. He sneered secretly in his heart: You are asking for your own death, which has saved me a lot of trouble. Not far away, Meng He, who had been paying attention to the movements in the mat shed, had a stern look on his face and waved his hand.
, followed behind with a few strong tiptoes.
Decades of forbearance and submissiveness have paralyzed the Burmese chieftain Chajia and the barbarian native officials from thinking about the line. Yongli and the small court took refuge in Burma, which increased their arrogance and distracted them from the vigilance they should have. Just imagine
, the Ming Dynasty has declined, and is even in danger of extinction. Without foreign help, the Mengshan Ke people have no desire to rebel. They are not allowed to be rounded and squashed by the Burmese.
The bamboo building is elegant and quiet. As soon as you enter, you will smell a fresh fragrance, which is refreshing. Chaga's spirit is lifted, and his fat and inconvenient body seems to have gained a lot of strength, so he climbs up the stairs.
"Lord Chieftain." Siwei quickly reminded: "My little girl is new to the world and is very shy and frightened. These two are carrying sharp weapons, I'm afraid-"
Chaga rolled his thick eyelids and waved his hands impatiently at the two Burmese soldiers. The stairs creaked as he slowly climbed up. I heard that this woman was as beautiful as a fairy. Today——
Well, those who are closer to the water get the moon first, and if they start late, they will be taken advantage of by Na Si Xian. Thinking like this, Cha Jia was so excited that the fat on his face was trembling.
When he got up to the bamboo tower, Chaga's eyes flashed brightly and he looked around.
Siwei had already taken the lead, blocked his view, and went straight to the bedroom door, calling softly: "Azhu, Azhu, the chieftain is here, why don't you get up to pay your respects."
Cha Jia swallowed and looked at Siwei's back expectantly.
For a long while, Siwei remained motionless and no female voice responded.
"What's the matter?" Chaga moved his fat body and stepped forward with a displeased look on his face.
Two screams suddenly came from downstairs, and Chajia stopped in shock. Before he could ask, Siwei suddenly turned around, stabbed the dagger in his hand straight into Chajia's stomach, and then slashed hard, leaving a bloody mess.
The fragments "crash" flowed in Chajia's footsteps.
Chaga howled miserably and fell to his knees all of a sudden, staring in disbelief. His strength quickly disappeared as the blood and internal organs gushed out.
"Beast, remember." Siwei said with a ferocious face and gritted his teeth: "I am the grandson of Meng Yangsihong, a local official of Meng Yang in the Ming Dynasty. Today I will take revenge."
Not long after, with the rumble of drums, the cheerful and peaceful Flower Dance Festival turned into a battlefield of revenge. Amid the bloody screams, Mengshan Croat men and women drew their weapons and attacked suddenly, catching the Burmese soldiers by surprise one by one.
Killing violently vents the humiliation and oppression suffered for decades.