Chapter 470 Have you seen the moon over the Nu River?

But it’s not surprising, as long as they want to, everyone can sing and dance!

The little white dragons shook their heads and danced.

After singing the drinking song, my uncle raised his wine bowl and said, "Show off!"

Everyone shouted: "Yilaxiu!"

He raised his wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

“It’s so sweet and delicious!”

"Gudu wine is a Nu beer brewed with grain. They also like to add honey, so it tastes good," He Huan said.

"Hmm, it tastes great!"

Seeing that they liked it, my uncle was very happy and hurriedly poured it for everyone.

Then he handed it to the photographer, "Don't just stand and watch! Is there anything interesting to see? Come on, let's eat!"

The little white dragons laughed.

The photographers were extremely moved. It turned out that in addition to Xiao Bailong, their uncle was also so kind to them!

Chen Ying waved his hand, drank wine, and everyone sat down around the table.

Bowls of various colors were filled with dishes from different families. It was not as refined as a restaurant, but as practical as a farmhouse. Everyone stretched out their chopsticks, picked up different bowls, and ate this hundred-family banquet.

"Uh huh huh..."

They were all authentic local dishes! The villagers brought out the best at home to entertain them! It was very rich! The little white dragon ate it up happily.

After eating the food, I couldn’t help but take a sip of the gud rice, which was sweet and soothing to my throat!

"Woohoo...it's so delicious!"

The experts laughed and said: "Young people today have not suffered. In the past, when there was no white rice and flour, the people drank rice and glutinous rice every day, which made their throats sore. Now that they are tired of eating it, they drink rice and rice and glutinous rice, and they feel comfortable."

Everyone nodded, not wasting the villagers' gifts at all, and ate everything.

After the meal, the villagers also came and drove the guests outside for a walk.

After a while, Sanzhan called them back. The villagers had already helped the host collect the dishes and chopsticks, wiped the table clean, and placed walnuts, melon seeds, Gudu wine, and wine bowls on the table.

The uncle invited them in, and the bonfire in the fire pit became even brighter again!

My uncle and nephew played the dabia, and my grandmother and aunt played the oral strings.

Everyone sang and danced around the firepit.

“If you don’t play Dabia for a day, your whole body will feel like falling apart.” He Huan said, “A long time ago, a young Nu man who lived alone in a cave found a yellow mulberry tree in the primeval forest and hollowed out the inside of the mulberry tree.

It is ground into a pear shape and made of palm hair as a string to make a dabia. It is the pipa of the Nu people.

Whenever night falls, the young man will play the dabia. The melodious sound of the piano attracts many animals to watch, and also attracts a beautiful Nu girl.

The girl came to listen to the piano every night, and she had a lot to say in her heart. She also went to the forest to find a piece of yellow bamboo and made it into a duduli, which is the mouth string played by her grandmother and aunt.

You played and I blew, you came and I came and went, the strings sounded harmoniously, and they became husband and wife. From then on, the men of the Nu tribe always carry dabia with them, and the women of the Nu tribe all know how to play Duduli."

"Yes, yes!" Liang Ange said, "We are those little animals! We were attracted by the singing!"

I'm embarrassed to fight three cups.

Experts couldn't help laughing.

Along with Dabia and Duduli, other villagers danced Dabia dance.

"Dabia dance is rich in content, including a couple's dance that expresses love, a land-finding dance that reflects the migration of our ancestors, and an ancient war dance that defends our homeland."

He Huan made an introduction, and the villagers sang and danced. The experts were mesmerized. They felt that under the guidance of God, they had found a primitive Nu village and watched an original Nu singing and dancing show!

This is the music flowing in their blood and the movements engraved in their bones. It seems that the blood of the ancestors cannot be erased under the baptism of God.

Several experienced local drivers have also joined the dance team.

Suddenly, several male villagers started groaning while holding their bellies in their hands, and the women were busy laughing and joking around them.

The music was still playing, and it was very joyful! The experts looked confused, "Could this be dancing too?"

"This should be a fertility dance, where men give birth to children." He Huan said.

"ah?"

"The reaction of a matriarchal society is that everyone respects mothers, so let men experience giving birth to children."

“So avant-garde!”

After the men gave birth to their children, their uncle sang old songs again.

Experts asked curiously: "What does it mean?"

A villager explained: "Our ancestor Mao Yingchong wanted to marry many men and breed more tribes. The girls she gave birth to were each smarter and more beautiful than the last, and the boys she gave birth to were dumber and slower than the last.

Therefore, every time Mao Yingchong married a man, he would burn the men's hands with red-hot chestnut charcoal. Only those men who retracted their hands after being burned would be married off by Mao Yingchong.

After a long time, men slowly become wiser."

Experts were overjoyed to see their development and changes from these ancient songs and dances.

After a while, my uncle sang an ancient tune again.

"What does this song mean?"

"In ancient times, men had to get married and live in a woman's home, which was as heartbreaking as having her legs cut off and her flesh cut off. One day, a woman was happily waiting at home for a man to marry her, but the man didn't come.

The woman ran to his house and saw the man who was going to marry her hugging the wooden pillars of the house and crying loudly: My house! My land! My cows! How could I bear to leave you!

"

Everyone laughed.

"When the woman saw this scene, she said: Okay, okay, don't cry. It's the same if you marry me or I marry you before! If you can't bear to leave your home, then I'll marry you! When the man heard this, he was very happy and laughed.

Already."

Everyone laughed too.

"Men willingly take on the heavy work at home, the manual labor in the fields, and the hunting in the mountains, all are done by men."

"Hahaha……"

"This reflects the transition from a matriarchal society to a patriarchal society." He Huan said, "From group marriage to even marriage, and from men marrying women to women marrying men."

A villager said: "Traditional weddings here are very lively. The priest chooses a good day. When the man welcomes the bride, he must bring a singer who is good at singing.

The woman will arrange a lot of singers to block the way and beat them all before she can marry the bride. Nowadays, many people let the pastor preside over the wedding in the church. Instead of singing, just say the vows."

"I think it's better to sing!" Liang Ange said, looking at Dou Sanzhan again, "You must invite us to your future weddings!"

The experts and the villagers laughed together. Dou Sanzhan looked shy.

Liang Ange asked curiously: "Do you have a partner?"

Sanzhan shook his head.

The uncle said: "He used to like someone, a girl from the village below, and the girl also liked him. But the girl's family did not agree. They were not allowed to sing or dance at home, and could only pray and sing hymns.

My nephew can’t speak. If I don’t let him sing, won’t he become a mute? If young Nu Su can’t sing and play dabia, he’ll be a fool! So I don’t agree!”

"Hahaha..." Everyone was very happy.

"It's okay!" He Huan looked at San Zhan who smiled shyly, "You sing so well and you look so handsome. As long as you don't hide in the mountains every day growing tea and just go out for a walk, there will definitely be many girls who like you! For example

If you go to the bathhouse singing competition, a bunch of girls will sing around you!"

"Are you talking about yourself?" Liang Ange asked.

He Huan nodded, "Yes! He's talking about young men like us who can sing and are good-looking!"

The experts and villagers laughed together. He was so shameless! But he was so cute!

Sanzhan looked at him shyly, how could he be so shameless like him?

If the girl's family disagreed, he didn't know what to do. He could only play the melodious dabia and sing the love songs of the Nu people.

The experts were fascinated! The villagers were also fascinated!

The Nu people can sing and dance, but the three lamps are really the voices touched by the gods!

In the past, how many people would have been drunk by him!

Now it has become a barrier!

Fortunately, his uncle knew how to appreciate him and looked at his nephew with great pride.

Grandma and aunt are also full of love.

He could not only sing Nu language songs but also Lisu songs. The villagers and guests from afar were all intoxicated by the sound of his piano and his singing.

Even if you don’t understand, it doesn’t stop the experts from bursting into tears!

A young man sent by God!
To be continued...