In the face of Zhou Fan's deliberate inquiry, the thin monkey scratched his squeaky nest, he tilted his head and thought for a while: "Afan, your question is a bit profound, and I don't know the name of our country...... Hey, no, I think I heard my dad say it. ”

Zhou Fan hurriedly said: "Yes, then you should think about it." ”

This is very important to Zhou Fan, even if he encountered so many strange things yesterday, but what if this is really a certain dynasty in China?

The thin monkey frowned and thought bitterly, his brow did not have too much flesh, and the frowning eyebrow bone was raised, which was really skinny.

Zhou Fan just watched, and the thin monkey suddenly clapped his palms and said, "Afan, I remembered, it seems to be called Wei Guo." ”

"Wei State?"

Zhou Fan nodded, his poor historical knowledge remembered that there were three countries called Wei in history, the first was the Wei State during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, the second was the regime established by Cao Cao during the Three Kingdoms Period of the Donghe River was also called the Wei State, and the third was the Northern Wei Dynasty during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, which seemed to be a minority regime.

As for whether there are others or not, Zhou Fan doesn't know, and he is not sure if this Wei State is one of the three he thinks, so he still has to ask again.

"Skinny Monkey ......"

Zhou Fan just wanted to ask more details, but the thin monkey looked at the altar and suddenly changed the topic and said, "Afan, the hair binding ceremony is about to start, are you afraid?"

Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment and asked, "It's just a bundle of hair, why are you afraid?"

The skin and bones on the thin monkey's face trembled, and he forced himself to laugh and said, "Ah Fan is right, it's just a matter of bunching your hair, and I'm not afraid." ”

Zhou Fan could see the nervousness of the thin monkey at a glance, and the doubts in his heart were even worse, since last night, his parents have been strange about this hair binding ceremony, and now what the thin monkey said, is there anything strange about this hair bundle?

Knock! Knock!

The sound of the leather drum beating.

The thin monkey hurriedly said: "It's going to start, Afan, let's talk about it after we tie our hair, I'll go back to my father and mother first, you go to Uncle Yimu and them, I wish you good luck." ”

After the thin monkey finished speaking, he quickly burrowed into the crowd.

Zhou Fan's words were completely blocked, and he couldn't ask anymore, thinking why should he wish himself good luck?

Zhou Fan didn't continue to think about it, what was unique about this bundle of hair, he would soon know, and there was no need to rush it.

Zhou Fan looked around, walked back to the place just now, and saw Zhou Zhou Mu and the two of them standing in place waiting for him.

Gui Feng beckoned to Zhou Fan and said, "Fortunately, you're back, if you don't come back, I'll go looking for you." ”

Zhou Zhou Mu saw Zhou Fan coming back and said, "Since we are back, then we have to go to the front." ”

The crowd gathered around the altar, but by this time the shouting had largely stopped, and only the whispers of rustling remained.

When the villagers saw Zhou Fan and the three of them, they all consciously got out of the way.

Zhou Fan and the three of them quickly walked to the edge of the altar, Zhou Fan looked around, and found that there were some parents leading their children next to them, these people were the same age as Zhou Fan, fifteen years old, and they were obviously ready to tie their hair.

These peers were both male and female, but they all had nervous expressions on their faces.

It is said that it is a hair binding ceremony, in fact, there will also be girls to participate, girls at the age of fifteen are not called hair binding and hair, but in ancient times, men were inferior to women, and this world is no exception, so it will be collectively called the hair binding ceremony.

Zhou Fan saw a thin monkey not far away.

The skinny monkey stood beside his parents, his legs trembling slightly.

The parents of the children who were about to tie their hair looked very solemn.

I'm afraid that only Zhou Fan, who is unaware, seems to be much calmer here.

The tense and solemn atmosphere spread in the field, which made Zhou Fan a little apprehensive.

At this moment, the venue suddenly fell completely silent.

The people behind Zhou Fan knelt down almost the time, and the person standing at the front glanced back and knelt down.

After Zhou Fan noticed it, he wanted to turn his head to look, but Gui Feng pulled his hand.

"Get down on your knees. Gui Feng said in a low voice.

Zhou Fan hurriedly knelt down like Zhou Zhou Mu and his wife.

But even though he knelt down, Zhou Fan still raised his eyes slightly and looked to the side.

He soon saw three men approaching the altar.

The middle-aged man at the front, with a long black beard and a short and fat build, was leading the way for the two behind him with a smirk.

Behind them are two old men with white beards, one shorter and the other taller, with an unremarkable appearance.

The three of them quickly walked up the stone steps to the altar and looked at the kneeling crowd below.

One of the two old men said slowly: "Let them all get up, the ceremony will start immediately, don't delay the time." ”

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, he opened his throat and shouted, "Get up, the hair binding ceremony begins now." ”

Of course, the middle-aged man's voice can't be heard by everyone, but the person in front stands up when he hears it, and the person who can't hear it in the back will naturally stand up with him.

Even when they all stood up, no one dared to speak loudly, but waited patiently.

Zhou Fan's position was relatively high, and he saw the middle-aged man bending down towards the two old men and said, "Two old men, please leave this ceremony to you." ”

The two old men nodded with blank faces and did not speak.

The middle-aged man smiled and walked down the stone steps from the circular altar.

When Zhou Fan saw this, he asked Gui Feng beside him softly, "Mother, who are the three people on the stage?"

Gui Feng glanced around and replied in a low voice: "Afan, the one who is going down is the village Zheng Luo Rift Tian of our village, and those two elders are the master of the village. ”

Zhou Fan blinked when he heard this, and he understood a little, similar to the village chief in the countryside in modern society, but what is Master Fu?

Zhou Fan just wanted to ask in detail, but Zhou Yimu glanced back at Zhou Fan and said in a deep voice: "Don't talk, watch carefully." ”

Zhou Fan didn't dare to ask again, and looked up.

At this time, the two old men on the altar were separated, and one stood on the easternmost side of the altar, and the other on the westernmost side of the altar.

The old man looked at the Muramasa Luo Riftian below and said, "Let people carry things up." ”

Luo Litian nodded hurriedly, and he waved his hand behind him and shouted, "Carry the things up." ”

The crowd behind Luo Litian moved out of the way, and four tall men walked towards the round altar with two flat poles crossing a large vat.

A thick rope net tied to a large black ash vat was tied to the intersection of the poles, and the two poles creaked as if they were about to be crushed.

The four men had knotted muscles and brass skin covered with sweat, and they were panting as they went, obviously something heavy, otherwise they wouldn't have to carry it together.

The large black clay jar is half a man high, and the mouth of the jar is sealed with animal skin.

Zhou Fan also noticed that there was a yellow charm on the surface of the clay cylinder, and as for whether the other side was pasted with a yellow charm, Zhou Fan couldn't see it due to the viewing angle.

If it weren't for what happened last night, Zhou Fan would definitely not be interested in the yellow rune, but after seeing some strange little light talisman last night, he was very cautious about this yellow paper talisman.

Zhou Fan didn't dare to stare at the yellow rune paper on the surface of the cylinder, after all, he didn't know if anything weird would happen.

As soon as the bell fell to the ground, the large clay pot was placed in the middle of the altar.