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The fat man signaled me not to get too excited with his eyes, and said: "It's better to catch up sooner than later, tomorrow will be the Guzang Festival, or it wouldn't be like that last night..."

I pointed at the blind man and wondered, "Didn't it be because of his nonsense last night!?"

"Why am I talking nonsense!" The blind man snatched the phone and scolded me and the fat man, "I learned it from the boss when you guys were having dinner yesterday! It's a greeting! How do I know that there are so many dialects in this place! "

I glanced at the door of the room with half-closed eyes and said, "Keep your voice down too, what the hell...my little brother got a knife to get you all the food and drink you have now! Don't let people drive you away..."

"Okay," the blind man replied foolishly, "This is not a sacrifice for the collective, and it is not because you lost the chain at a critical moment!"

"You..." I was so angry that my teeth were itchy, but the man smiled arrogantly, and the fat man followed suit, adding fuel and embellishment and talking for a long time, I could be annoyed to death by them, but fortunately, the little brother finally couldn't stand it anymore and came to the rescue. Asked: "How many years is the Guzang Festival?"

The blind man said 13 years, the younger brother nodded.

"I chatted with the elders for a while in the afternoon," the blind man went on to say, "The Guzang Festival, which is held only once in 13 years, is the highest level of sacrificial ceremony of the Miao family. To commemorate the ancestors, it is completely different from ordinary festivals, so The stockade is heavily guarded, lest people who have nothing to do with it get in, and he also showed me the buffalo that will be sacrificed, and he wants a big local buffalo, smooth skin, smooth body and strong body, and the horns have to be symmetrical..."

"In short, it's a beauty pageant in the buffalo world, but the selected ones..." The fat man answered, making a click gesture.

"I'm thinking..." the little brother suddenly said, "Wu Sansheng's photo, there are several bull-headed Liang You unearthed in that tomb in Guangxi." As soon as he said it, I remembered it. It really happened. Fortunately, I carried that photo album with me all the time, so I quickly found it out of my bag and handed it to him. He flipped through a few pages and took out a photo for us to see.

You are used to sacrifice wine, and animal patterns are often used, such as birds, snakes or turtles. It is indeed rare to use the head of a bull.I thought about it, and said: "In ancient times, the priests at the first level of the king used Tailao, that is, cattle, sheep, and pigs. , the cow actually represents the king's sacrificial level?"

The fat man said: "Well, the king is king, anyway, we catch up, and we can have a good meal tomorrow... But that cow is really beautiful, and there is a spin in the middle of the forehead..."

"You are too hungry, no matter how you look at it, everything is beautiful!" I scolded with a smile, and a thought suddenly flashed in my mind, "Wait a minute, what do you think is on the cow's forehead?"

The fat man said in a rough voice: "Mao Xuan! What else can there be!"

I turned around and grabbed my little brother's hand and shook it vigorously twice, "Mao Xuan!" As if with a tacit understanding, he seemed to have understood what I wanted to say, and asked, "Do you think this is the reason?"

I nodded, pointed to the photo and said: "It should be, you can see that there is also a rhombus carved in the middle of the bull's head on the handle of the you. And the hair swirl on the top of the live cow's head is like a pole star. To sacrifice to the ancestors is to sacrifice to the god of heaven." .”

Suddenly, I felt a little emotional. This sacrifice has spanned a thousand years. The tortoise shell in the high priest's hand has turned into a bull's head. Although it has undergone many evolutions, the inside has never changed!

Such an exceptionally tenacious cultural inheritance is simply a miracle in today's eyes.Our trip to Miao Village this time may be really possible... I haven't finished my excitement yet, the fat man squeezed over to look at the photos and said, "Where is there a bull's head?"

I pointed out to him one by one, the bull's head on the handle was small and delicate, the one on You was more abstract, but the horns were still very recognizable.The fat man snorted and said, "Do you understand, it's called Taotie, what kind of bull's head." But immediately he lost his confidence, "Even if it's not Taotie, it's always Taotie. "

The blind man answered, "It's not wrong to call it Taotie on the bronze wares."

I smiled, directed Poker Face to get me a pen and paper, and said to them, "I'm going to teach you a lesson today, study hard."

The blind man crossed his arms and said disdainfully, you only eat and sleep all day, when did you research it.

I said sternly, "Of course it is the research result of the second master of the Wu family, but it has been inherited and developed by me. There is no way, who let me learn from the past and the present, and he is his elder..."

Pokerfing's hand patted my back, his face was full of tenderness, I think he had a little smile before he returned to his stomach completely, after all, he is a person, if you directly ask if it hurts Pain, he will not say.