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The remaining population of the Baoan people is not much, even more than 10,000, and most of them are distributed in Gansu on both sides of the Yellow River. The tribe here lives almost in isolation, they lean on the banks of the Yellow River, and unlike other Baoan compatriots, they live by fishing, so they also believe in the king of the Yellow River like the Han people on both sides of the river.

"I can assure you, the bride must be crying in the palanquin. Na Xiu said.

"Huh...... What do you mean? Since marrying****** have become more and more aware of women?

After a while, I saw that the eight sedan chairs fell, and there was an old locust tree in front of the place where the delicate son fell, and the old locust tree seemed to have been marked a few days ago, and the tree was marked with red paint.

Then an old man in his sixties came out of the family sending procession, this old man looked very modest, and it was estimated that he was the patriarch of this tribe.

He knelt down in the direction of the Yellow River and kowtowed three times, then stood up and held the memorial in both hands and recited it impassionedly. It is nothing more than to present the one hundred and thirty-fifth bride to the river god, in order to show our Baoan clan's respect for your old man, and hope that your old man will bless our clan's land with peace and prosperity. Anyway, that's probably what it means, because Wushuang and Na Xi are too far away to hear it clearly.

Na Xiu also carried a bag on his back, and Wushuang had already prepared many things that he usually used, such as a black scarf to cover his face. He opened his bag and pulled out two of them, and the two of them were very tacit, one tied to his face and was ready to attack at any time.

But then again, what if the bride in the sedan chair is willing?

After the patriarch finished reading the sacrifice, a subordinate behind him walked up with a large lacquer box in both hands, and then someone held a basin of water and waited for the old patriarch to wash his hands, and after drying his hands, the patriarch respectfully opened the lacquer box and took out a finger-thick steel tong from the box, which was half a meter long.

"My dear, how much does that hurt?" "Tut-tut-tut......" Wushuang smacked his mouth.

The curtain of the sedan chair was lifted, and the sedan chair man lowered the sedan chair, and it stands to reason that the bride should come out with a sipa on her head covered at this time, and then be sent to the husband by the matchmaker's back. However, this is the rule of Han people marrying, so I don't know if it should be applied to the Baoan people.

It's been a long time since the curtain was lifted, and the bride inside still didn't come out, so helplessly, two footsteps leaned in and rudely pulled the bride out of it.

Wushuang squinted his eyes and looked carefully, only hating that he was not farsighted, and wished that he was holding a telescope in his hand now.

"Well, look at what the bride looks like?" Wushuang asked anxiously.

"And, Brother Shuang, can you be serious? Sister Cai Die is waiting for you at home! Why are we saving people and managing people's houses? It's very good-looking, a white and pure girl. Na Xiu said.

For some reason, the bride did not have a red hijab on her head, her hair was neatly combed, and there was a piece of red juan coiled on the top of her head, and a pink flower was tied to her ear on one side of the red silk, and there were several green ribbons hanging down to her earlobe.

That eyes are sharper than Wushuang, he just stared at the bride's every move, Wushuang is right, each nation has its own customs, if people are willing, they don't have to do more, but they don't necessarily save people's lives, and people will be grateful to you.

The bride is a very white and thin girl, not very old, certainly not more than twenty-eight (we Chinese often say twenty-eight years, but not 28 years old, but two eight 16 years old), the girl has a pair of snowy big eyes, and a cherry mouth, slender melon face reflects this delicate facial features to the limit. Although it can't be compared with the stunning beauty of Blue Butterfly and Bai Su, it can be regarded as a delicate flower in this poor country.

The girl was expressionless and looked at the old patriarch coldly. There was no expectation, no resentment, and no emotion in his eyes.

"Mu Qing, kneel!" the patriarch shouted.

"The name is quite good, Mu Qing ......" This amorous young lord began to secretly yy again.

The girl did not resist, and the resistance was in vain, because her death was exchanged for the blessing of the Yellow River King for their tribe, and in exchange for the peace and calm of the land on both sides. Not every girl is eligible to be dedicated to the river god at the age of sixteen, and she is in a sense the lucky one.

Mu Qing knelt on the ground expressionlessly.

"Bai people!" shouted an indigenous man resembling a master of ceremonies.

Mu Qing kowtowed to the old patriarch.

"Worship parents!" the man shouted again.

Mu Qing turned his head to look at an elderly woman hiding behind the sedan chair, the old woman couldn't cry anymore, and the two young men on the left and right hugged her, probably not worried that the old lady would be unable to bear the pain of losing her daughter, but worried that the old lady would save her daughter and destroy the sacrifice ceremony.

Mu Qing kowtowed to his mother again.

"It's really pitiful, just like this, she still doesn't resent her own people and mother, it can be seen that this girl is very kind. Na Xiu said.

"I should bring a tape recorder with me next time. "Wushuang came to such a sentence without boundaries.

"Why?"

"Record everything you say, go back and play it to your daughter-in-law Bai Su!" Wushuang said threateningly. This kid has been making fun of him lately, and he always says that he is not dedicated enough, and finally this time he was seized by Wushuang.

"Okay, good brother, you're ruthless enough! I'm okay if I don't speak, right?" glared at him angrily.

"Worship the Dragon King of the Yellow River!" the man shouted again.

At this time, Mu Qing suddenly stood up and did not kneel, but looked at the old patriarch with blank eyes. Although Wushuang couldn't see Mu Qing's eyes clearly at this time, his intuition told him that this girl must have hated this ancient and cruel custom.

"Mu Qing, kneel down quickly, don't be rude to the Dragon King of the Yellow River, don't break the rules of the clan, or the Dragon King will offend us!" the master of ceremonies shouted, and he was about to slap her.

"Forget it, if you don't kneel, you won't kneel, what's the difference between kneeling and not kneeling?" The patriarch waved his hand, and the four men immediately swarmed up, and tied the thin little girl firmly to the old locust tree with the word "Xi" with a rope, the rope was tied very tightly, and Mu Qing was tied in the middle, and he couldn't reach the world or the ground, which was very uncomfortable.