No. 7 coffin shop

Chapter 45

Seeing the lively atmosphere, Professor Li himself said happily: "Pumi people have no written language. They used to spell out Pumi language in Tibetan to record their historical legends, stories and songs, etc., but it was not widely spread. Later, it was often used by wizards. to write scriptures. But not having our own characters doesn’t mean we don’t have our own civilization. We know that every nation has a civilization to be proud of. We must respect the Pumi people’s civilization while doing archaeological work.”

At this time, a student asked: "Teacher, according to your statement, does it mean that the hanging coffin we are about to excavate belongs to the Pumi people? Will they let us go?"

Professor Li said with a smile: "I'm not sure if it's the Pumi teacher, but everyone knows that cliff burial is the funeral method of ethnic minorities, and hanging coffin is a kind of cliff burial. Because we only found such It is a human gathering place, so it is very likely that it belongs to the Pumi ethnic group. As for the last question, we should believe that these friends in the mountains are friendly and they will understand us."

Shen Ze's university was directly studying business abroad. Shen Ze went to school early, and he was smart. He was only 21 years old after finishing his degree.Maybe it was because he was still interested in learning at a young age, or maybe it was because the ancient Chinese civilization was already attractive, so he said to Professor Li: "Professor, let's learn about the Pumi people."

Professor Li actually had a good impression of this young patron, so he said, "Since Mr. Shen is interested, then I have more."

"The culture of the Pumi people has been passed down through generations of Pumi people. The main method of transmission is poetry. They have songs about the formation of heaven and earth, the origin of human beings, and songs about sacrifices."

"According to the legends and historical documents of the ethnic group, the ancestors of the Pumi ethnic group were nomadic tribes who originally lived in the confluence area of ​​today's Qinghai, Gansu, and Sichuan.

"Their migration has lasted for thousands of years. A nation, from the Northwest to the Southwest, traveled through mountains and rivers, experienced hardships, and continued to migrate. It lasted for thousands of years, but the characteristics of the nation can still be maintained to this day, which is rare in human history. Today The Pumi people living in the Yunling Mountains of Yunnan can be said to be one of the most distant ethnic groups in China."

Shen Ze nodded clearly, and then said, "Why did they migrate?"

Professor Li said with a little melancholy: "This question is also a mystery in the archaeological field. Students, I hope we can solve this mystery this time."

The students were very excited after hearing Professor Li's words, and they were gearing up one by one.

Seeing that the fighting spirit of the students was aroused, Professor Li smiled and said, "Okay, let's visit this mysterious nation now!"

Because this stockade caused quite a stir not long ago, countless reporters traveled across mountains and rivers to come here for interviews. The Pumi people are not unusual for the archaeological team.

This place is very backward, and the people in the city naturally don't like to stay here after the heat is over. The only remaining Han people in the village are the doctors provided by the state.

The doctor is a man in his 40s and [-]s. He entertained the archaeological team very friendly.When Professor Li explained his intentions, the doctor showed embarrassment and said that this matter must be discussed with the priests of the clan.

Professor Li knows that ethnic minorities attach great importance to sacrifices, and priests are above all else.Then he nodded clearly to let the students rest first.

It was almost afternoon now, and the students were all exhausted after walking all day, so they went to rest after listening to the professor's words.

There were not many vacant rooms in the village, but Shen Ze and Tong Qi, who were sponsors, were still allocated two rooms.

Tong Qi went back to the room first, Shen Ze was not very tired so he wandered around the stockade casually, and saw children in long gowns running around and girls in long skirts.At last he picked a big rock by the stream and sat down.

"What are you thinking about?"

After an unknown amount of time, Tong Qi's voice came.

Shen Ze didn't look back, but stared at the creek in front of him and said, "I said that I have a familiar feeling since I entered this village, do you believe it?"

Tong Qi chuckled and sat beside Shen Ze, "Why don't you believe me?"

Shen Ze shook his head, said with a smile: "That's right, you probably believe everything."

Tong Qi looked at Shen Ze and didn't speak.

A little boy in a long gown ran over, with a thin braid on the front and left and right sides of the boy's head. He handed Shen Ze a big pie shyly.

Shen Ze looked at the little boy in bewilderment.

Seeing that Shen Ze didn't answer, the little boy showed an anxious expression on his face, murmured something, and stuffed the cake into Shen Ze's hand.

Shen Ze looked at Tong Qi as if asking for help.

Tong Qi smiled, Wen Sheng said something to the little boy, the little boy blushed and replied a few words, then broke the big cake into two halves, and handed one half to Tong Qi and the other half to Shen Ze.

Tong Qi took the cake and said to Shen Ze, "Take it, this cake is quite delicious."

Shen Ze took the cake and took a bite, the little boy blushed and ran away.

After the little boy left, Shen Ze asked curiously, "Do you speak Pumi?"

Tong Qi shook his head, "My Tibetan language teacher is from the Pumi ethnic group."

Shen Ze was about to ask something excitedly, when Tong Qi suddenly looked at Shen Ze jokingly, "I just asked Tunis why he gave you cake, and he said he likes you and wants to marry you as his wife."

Shen Ze was taken aback for a moment, then blushed.

With the seventh goal achieved, he said with a smile: "But I told him that you are already mine."

Shen Ze suddenly felt an indescribable joy in his heart, looked at Tong Qi's lips and kissed them.

After the kiss, Shen Ze said: "How old is that kid? Why is he running around wearing a coat with braids on his head?"

Tong Qi pondered for a while, and then said: "Pumi children are gender-neutral before the age of 13. They all wear a right-fronted linen gown. Girls have a braid in front of their hair accessories, with red and green beads tied on it, and boys wear a braid. There is a braid on the front of the head and a braid on the left and right, but they don’t wear beads. They can’t wear pants or skirts until they are 13 years old.”

Shen Ze was surprised: "Why is there such a custom?"

Tong Qi said: "That belongs to their culture. Have you noticed that the girls here are all wearing long skirts with pleats, and there is a red thread embroidered in the middle of the skirts?"

Shen Ze nodded, "I understand, I understand, strange nation."

Tong Qiyi sighed, "This is a great nation. Professor Li is right, their migration lasted for thousands of years. The red line on the girl's skirt represents the migration route of the ancestors. My teacher said that after the death of the Pumi people Follow this route to find your own destination, otherwise you will not be able to return to your hometown."

Shen Ze stroked his chin and said, "Okay, but why did they migrate?"

Tong Qi shook his head, "I don't know, but it's probably for faith."

Shen Ze ate half of the cake, clapped his hands, and said lightly, "Faith? Faith is indeed great, and my faith is you."

Tong Qi didn't answer, but looked at Xiaoxi with a smile.

Under the cherry blossom tree, Xiao Tongqi sat on the bench and looked at the old man in the linen jacket with wide eyes, "Teacher, why did your people take so long to walk so far?"

The wise eyes of the old man shone with light, "Ata followed his beloved, followed the man who waded through mountains and rivers, and the last place they stayed was the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Ata will reappear in the world one day, as His people, we should go to the place where he rests and guard."

Confusion flashed in Xiao Tongqi's eyes, "Teacher, who is Atta?"

The old man said in a tone of great respect: "Ata is our father, he is our god."

Xiaotong Qi scratched his head, rolled his eyes and said sweetly: "Teacher, where is Atta, Qi'er took the teacher to find Atta!"

The old man laughed loudly, and then said with a little melancholy: "The teacher is old, and he will be able to return to Atta's embrace soon. Qi'er must remember that the place where Ata disappeared is in the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, guarded by the most pious people. It is a picturesque place, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a fairyland on earth.”

Teacher, I am afraid that I have really arrived at the place where Ata is sleeping. Qi'er drew a red line on your clothes. Did you reach Ata's arms safely?

In the courtyard

A man in a black robe stood respectfully beside an old man, bowing slightly.

The old man said, "Baiyao, how many years have you followed me?"

The man in black robe respectfully said: "This subordinate came to the master's side in the year when the seventh young master was born."

The old man's wrinkled face was full of kindness, "When Qi'er was born? It was more than 30 years ago, how time flies."

The person next to the black-robed man said with a slight smile: "No, the Seventh Young Master is already that big."

The old man also smiled when he heard this, "Bai Yan, you are the only one around me with this temperament. Bai Yao, you should learn from others and keep a straight face all day long."

The man in black robe said stiffly: "Yes."

This "yes" made the old man and Bai Yan laugh again.

At this time, a man in black robe walked into the courtyard. Unlike Bai Yao, he had a hood on his head, "Master, there is news about the Seventh Young Master."

The old man was visibly agitated, "How is Qi'er? Is he alright?"

"The seventh young master is fine, but..." Heipao hesitated.

The old man waved his hand, "Say, it's all right."

The black robe lowered his head, "The subordinate is incompetent, and the seventh young master doesn't want to come back. He just said... Grandpa please pay more attention to his body. Qi'er is not filial and cannot take care of grandpa."

The old man closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. When he opened his eyes, there were faint tears in his eyes, "Bai Yan, he really hates me! My Qi'er really hates me!"

Bai Yan was startled, and hurriedly said: "What are you talking about, master, how could the seventh young master hate you?"

The old man didn't seem to hear anything, but murmured: "It's me who is forcing him, it's me... He is different from Juner, he doesn't like these things at all!"