Changbai Village, which has been passed down for more than 300 years, cannot be imagined by others with a strong foundation.

Not only the other side, but only the layout and construction of the houses in Changbai Village are very different from other mountain villages.

The overall layout of Changbai Village adopts east-west symmetry. Except for a north-south main road in the middle, there are 16 intersecting alleys in the village, north-south east-west.

At the end of the main road in the middle is the Jin family's ancestral house, and behind the ancestral house is the Jiubu ancestral hall. There is a large square between the two, which is not only a place for tribe members to worship their ancestors, but also a martial arts training ground in the tribe.

Although the mountain temple of Changbai Mountain God is located on the ridge of Changbai Mountain, it is also located on the central axis of the ancestral house and the ancestral hall, facing the Vision Hall of Xiaobai Mountain.

In addition to the Jin family’s ancestral home and the mountain temple, the houses in Changbai Village are all typical courtyards with blue bricks and gray tiles. Because the gates are all open to the south of the east end and are shaped like pockets, they are also commonly known as "pocket houses".

The head of the Fucha tribe and his family live in the west side of the main road, closest to the ancestral home, which is a small courtyard with two entrances.

In the main room, a beautiful woman who looks thirty or forty years old but still has a charming charm is tilted on the big kang beside the window on the west side.

The fire was strong in the house, and the kang was burning. As soon as I entered the house, a wave of heat came to my face. Therefore, the beautiful woman was only wearing a blue-gray slanted jacket, and a pair of silver-gray pants underneath. There were only a few balls of golden elongated ginger embroidered on the jacket, which was nothing but the colors of the flowers.

But there was a lotus red jade hairpin inserted into her bun, which became the finishing touch, so that the person's whole body would not be too cold, nor would it look too delicate, and just beautiful.

At this moment, the beauty was sewing a piece of clothing, one stitch at a time, very carefully, looking like a typical good wife and mother.

But it would be interesting if the eyes were removed from her and moved to the ground.

I saw that Songkriyierha, who seemed to be like a little white flower in the Jin family's ancestral home, completely lost her pitiful look. She knelt on the beauty's foot, with no expression on her face, and repeated the incidents that happened in the Jin family's ancestral home to the beautiful woman without any emotion.

She didn't hear the beautiful woman's response, she didn't dare to interrupt or move, and just lowered her head, as if she was waiting for her final destiny.

And the beautiful woman, who had just embroidered a pearl flower on the sleeve of her clothes. After careful examination, she showed a smile, as if she hadn't heard anything just now, said to Songkri: "You Amaha (father-in-law) like to wear clothes I made, and she also insisted that I embroider a Nichonyierha (pearl flower), saying that with this flower it would be like carrying me with me.

Although I don't understand what Nichonyierha has to do with me, Nichonhe, if he wants it, he just embroidered it and gave it to him, and there is nothing to argue about.

This is generally the case in the world. The more you argue, the more you are wrong. Songkri, do you understand?"

This beautiful woman is Nichhu, who is worthy of being the pearl of Guarja. Just by looking at her appearance and temperament, she definitely can't tell that she is in her fifties. She is with Songkri, and her aunt, nephew, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law look like sisters.

After hearing Nichol's last words, Songkri instantly turned pale and put his forehead at Nichol's feet, "Aunt, Songkri knows that he is wrong!"

Nichhu's needle and thread were in his hand, and then he looked at the cousin and daughter-in-law, "Get up! Songkri, you have to know that I chose you because your mind is enough! Now, your heart is in chaos."

Songkri stood up, stood beside Nichol with his eyebrows down, and said in a deep voice: "Aunt, Songkri is willing to be punished!"

Nichhuhe waved his hand, "Forget it, tell me how you think about this!"

"According to our observation over the years, the girl is smart, but she is soft-hearted and innocent, and can't stand things. As soon as Wang Jinzhu and Jin Shunxin were gone, she was simply weak and bullied, just like a bun that anyone could make.

But from the back, those three months seemed like they were enduring humiliation. I didn’t expect that this girl would have such a scheming, which was really surprising.

If she is really smart, she should know that she can't afford to offend anyone in the village.

Moreover, even though Jin Shunxin knew that her aunt hadn't seen her, she came over every time, but she still thought about her aunt. With her temper, she would definitely say a lot of good things to the girl.

Logically speaking, she has no reason and should not offend her aunt."

After hearing this, Nichuhe didn't even want to look at Songkri, so he picked up a handful of silver scissors and red paper from the small basket on the kang and prepared to cut paper.

Paper-cutting is an important part of the traditional Manchu culture. It is attached to the specific cultural background and living environment of the Manchu folk, and has its own specific language and style of paper-cutting art in art.

Moreover, this is a folk art that carries the splendid and profound culture of the Changbai Mountain area.

Although in this era, Manchu paper-cutting has not yet developed into later generations, it has a certain influence at home and abroad.

But every New Year holiday, every Manchu household will cut paper and paste window flowers. This is what every Manchu girl needs to learn, and it is a craft handed down by elders from generation to generation.

Nichuhe was skillful and skillful. When he was young, he was the best girl in the village for paper cutting and cutting in the village. After getting married, he was the best daughter-in-law in the paper cutting and cutting.

This year, she was originally planning to cut a picture of the family worshiping ancestors, but since she learned that Yunshu was coming to "stand up" her, she changed her mind.

I saw that the little silver cut in her hand was as flexible as a fish in the water. Within a few strokes, I cut out a little girl wearing a cheongsam.

Songkri didn't know what he said was wrong, and even his aunt's face was pretty good, so he asked boldly: "Aunt, Songkri is stupid, please teach your niece."

Nichhu looked at the cut girl, a little bit of a pity. She only saw Saysaierha yesterday, and she had the same skills, but she had no gods. The cut was ruined.

If it is useless, it will naturally be useless!

Nichhu threw the paper cut in his hand on the table. The scissors in his hand were still wandering on the red paper, but the speed was obviously slowing down. After hearing Songkri's words, he spoke.

"Our young master is really smart. I think the two grandchildren of the Tong family should tell her, because only she has the potential and qualification to become a great shaman, so anyone in the village has to coax her and respect her.

She, this is testing the bottom line of the village, and you are just a coincidence and are the ones that kill the chicken to warn the monkey.

If the village had to coax her, then now she was just a child who was making trouble. After all, this young master was just ten years old;

If the village forces her to apologize, she will have to pat her butt and leave. After all, it was not someone who came here. What's the use of this young master who is in name only?

Not to mention the position of the young master, it is the position of the noble master. Although it is noble but vulgar, only the great shaman is the person closest to the mountain god."

Speaking of the word "mountain god", Nichol's tone was filled with an undisguised fanaticism.

At this moment, a man about thirty years old, with a beautiful face and 50% similar to Nichhuhe, walked in quickly, "Mom, something big happened."

Nichhuhe frowned and stopped his movements, "What do you think of panic?"

"Saisayierha has succeeded as the shaman!"

"What?" Songkriyierha looked at his man in disbelief. How could this be possible? How old is that girl?

Although Nichuhe didn't say anything, her hand was pressed with force, and with a "click" sound, the silver clipper had already cut off the head of the girl in red.
Chapter completed!