When Cheng Xiaolian opened his eyes again, a gorgeously dressed woman was stewing soup with her back to him, Cheng Xiaolian looked at the clothes, and immediately shouted excitedly: "Am I back in the 21st century?" ”

Who knew that the person was startled when he heard him speak, and immediately stood up and ran outside, Cheng Xiaolian said in his heart, looking at the appearance of this dress, it should be the 21st century, I have never seen people in the Qing Dynasty dressed like this.

Who knew that there was soon a burst of laughter outside, and then a man walked in, he muttered a bunch of words that Cheng Xiaolian didn't understand, and then the girl next to him nodded as if he didn't understand.

The man came to the bed: "Stranger, where are you from?" What are you doing on our Butterfly Mountain? ”

Cheng Xiaolian was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart that it doesn't matter if this is Butterfly Mountain or Dragonfly Mountain, he asked: "How many years is it now?" ”

"What did you say?"

Cheng Xiaolian's heart sank: "Could it be the eleventh year of Kangxi?" ”

"That's right, foreigners, you all like to use this title, it is indeed the eleventh year of Kangxi."

Cheng Xiaolian sighed: "Thank you for saving me." ”

"You haven't answered yet, why did you run to our Butterfly Mountain?"

"I fled here, do you know that there is a war disaster outside?"

"What? War again? The day before yesterday, I was going to go out to the mountains to buy something, but who knew that I met you on the road, are you a spy sent by the Han people? ”

Cheng Xiaolian knew that his current situation might not be much better, and he would lose his life if he was not careful, so he replied: "It's not the Han people who beat you, but the Han people who beat the Manchurians, do you know Wu Sangui, the king of Pingxi?" ”

The man had a look of resentment on his face: "I know! That executioner killed many of our people. ”

"He rebelled and wanted to be the emperor himself, so now it's all chaos outside."

"What, are you telling the truth?"

"Of course, why should I lie to you?"

"This is my daughter, I asked her to make you a little black medicine stewed chicken, but she can't speak Han language, you are not allowed to bully her, I will go to Cong Tou and tell him about it."

Congtou is the leader of a Miao gathering place, and there are several deputy Congtou under his hands, as well as "hard hands" and "tiger Han", which are the leaders in charge of fighting, equivalent to the generals and vanguards of the Han people. The "Xingtou" and the "Lilao" are the deacon chiefs responsible for maintaining order among the Hmong, equivalent to the chief executive.

There is also a special kind of person, called a priest, his status is like a bishop under the Western theocracy, sometimes the status will surpass Congtou, Congtou also has to listen to his opinion on some major matters, but under normal circumstances, he still listens to Congtou's words. Priests are generally ancestral, and if there are no descendants, they will succeed a descendant, so the ability of priests is very mysterious.

These people constitute the leadership of the entire Miao people, and the man just now is called Meng Dang, he is a hard hand in this clan, so their family's status in the clan is still very high.

The woman came over with a big black bowl, reached out and poured the chicken soup from the crockpot into it, and walked to Cheng Xiaolian.

Cheng Xiaolian smiled kindly at her, after all, the soup in someone's hand was too fragrant, and he could barely hold back the saliva that remained.

The woman pouted, reached out and took out a wooden spoon to feed Cheng Xiaolian soup, Cheng Xiaolian immediately shouted: "Beauty, can you brush the spoon?" He had a great appetite, but he saw something unclean on the spoon.

The woman frowned, and after thinking for a long time, she didn't understand what the person in front of her wanted to do, so she put the spoon into the soup and scooped out a spoonful of soup and handed it to Cheng Xiaolian's mouth.

Cheng Xiaolian sighed: "People are swordsmen, I am fish and meat, I don't get sick if I eat it cleanly!" He opened his mouth and began to eat. I still complained in my heart that this little girl is so beautiful, why don't you pay attention to hygiene.

In some Miao areas, it is forbidden to wash the retorts, rice bags, and rice bowls at any time, and can only be washed when eating new rice, so as to show that the old rice is removed and the new rice is welcomed. Washing at any time will wash away the family's wealth, and there is not enough food to eat.

Besides, Meng Dang came to Congtou's house: "Congtou, the Han man in my family has woken up." ”

Cong Tou's name is Meng Liang, and he is an old man in his fifties: "Meng Dang, is that person a spy sent by the Han people?" ”

"I don't look like it."

"Don't be fooled by their appearance, the Han people are the best at disguise, if they have ideas about our village, we can't be unguarded."

"He told me that Wu Sangui, the king of Pingxi, had rebelled."

"Nonsense, King Pingxi was originally the owner of this land, what did he rebel for? Is it possible to be full of food? You hurry up and cut out his tongue and punish this cunning Han man. ”

Meng Dang coughed: "Cong Tou, I think I'd better go down the mountain to find out the situation, if the Han people really fight themselves, we can live a good life for a few days, after all, the Han people's taxes are too heavy." ”

Meng Liang nodded: "That's right, you go to find out the news first, but you can't relax your vigilance against that Han man, you must send someone to keep an eye on him, and tell your daughter to stay away from her, their Han men are flamboyant, and it is easiest to deceive our Miao women." ”

Meng Dang smiled bitterly in his heart, remembering the rumors of the village at the beginning, the girl who was a childhood sweetheart in Congtou ran away with a Han man, so he has always been obsessed with it.

However, Mengdang didn't want his daughter to marry a Han man, although he didn't have such a big prejudice as Cong Tou, but he didn't like the Han people very much, because he had suffered a lot of losses from the Han people over the years.

When he returned to his house and saw that his daughter was reluctantly feeding the Han man, Meng Dang smiled bitterly: "Meng Yu, is he still honest?" ”

"Father, why should I feed him, I'm tired."

"Okay, I'll feed him, daughter, you go out to play."

Meng Yu happily put down the bowl and ran out suddenly, Cheng Xiaolian didn't know what was going on, the beautiful woman feeding in front of him was replaced by a rough man, completely lost the good feeling just now, and this rough man didn't feed the rice carefully at all, and the soup was spilled on his neck.

But under the eaves, he had to bow his head, Cheng Xiaolian could only endure the pain and drink this bowl of chicken soup, until a quarter of an hour later, Meng Dang found that the soup had soaked the mattress under him, and hurriedly took a cloth and wiped it: "I said that you are a Han man, why don't you say anything when the soup is spilled?" ”

Cheng Xiaolian was completely speechless, he could only endure not to speak, Meng Dang was unhappy: "Don't pretend to be deaf with me, I tell you, I will go down the mountain in a while, if you dare to lie to me, I will throw you to the mountain to feed the wolves." ”

"Is there a wolf on this mountain?"

"You can try it."