"Bang bang bang..."

At this time, there were a few more gunshots. The wild boar surrounded by everyone in the valley, without any suspense, fell to the ground and could not get up, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and he died.

A villager was worried and shot another shot. The sand bullet hit the wild boar's head, but it did not move and had no reaction at all, which was enough to prove that the wild boar was really dead and could not die again.

At that moment, several villagers surrounded them happily, pulled out ropes to tie the wild boars, and then cut two small trees beside them into sticks, and tied them to the ropes as shoulder poles, so that the wild boars could be easily lifted up.

Speaking of which, the wild boar is too big, at least three or four hundred kilograms. It was also difficult for several villagers to carry it.

Seeing this, Fang Yuan and others hurriedly went up to help. But after carrying the wild boar for a while, Fang Yuan suddenly felt something was wrong: "Wait, what are we here for?"

"Uh..." Sanger and others realized that they seemed to have forgotten the main business. This time they went up the mountain not to hunt wild boars, but to find the source of the stream.

But after only half a day in the morning, I went to chase the wild boar in the afternoon, and I gave up halfway.

"Ahem..." Ning Meng looked around and said, "Where is this? I just chased after me, and it seemed that I had run quite far. And I couldn't find the way back after going around."

Of course, people couldn't find the way back and lost their way in the complex mountaintops, but it didn't mean that several villagers would get lost. After all, they lived here since childhood, and the vast mountains were probably similar to the backyard of their houses, and they were very familiar with each other.

"Just follow us." An uncle smiled and said, "Please leave work first. It's not too late to continue tomorrow. Now that I have gained a lot, of course I'm carrying it back to the village to have a meal..."

Fang Yuan and others heard the sound and looked at the time. It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon. Considering that they could go back to the village here, it would probably take an hour or two. If they didn't go back, they would really have to spend the night in the deep mountains and forests.

Eating in the wind and sleeping in the dew is not a good choice. Moreover, when it comes to night, all kinds of poisonous snakes, insects, ants, mosquitoes and other things in the mountains will appear, which undoubtedly increases many dangers.

Thinking of this, Sanger also made a decision: "Everyone, go back first. Let's talk about it tomorrow if you have something to do."

This is a good thing, and others must have no objection. At this moment, everyone was at ease to help the villagers carry wild boars, and then slowly turn along a ravine. Anyway, with the guidance of the villagers, everyone was not worried about not being able to go back. So the journey was very relaxed. But as they walked, several villagers suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Fang Yuan and others were naturally a little surprised.

At this time, an uncle smiled and said, "Wait for us for a few minutes, and we will carry the wild boar over there and worship."

"What?" Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment: "Why do you worship?"

"Baishan..."

While speaking, several villagers carried wild boars to change courses and took a small road. After walking for a few minutes, a round hill appeared in front of them. Fang Yuan and others naturally followed the villagers and came here lightly. But after seeing the hill, they were stunned.

Because there is an altar under the hill. It is a building that is the same as the altar in the village, which is round and square, and is made of stones. However, compared with the altar in the village, this altar has been obviously deserted for a long time. Not only is the altar covered with mottled moss, but even thin weeds and flowers have grown in some stone cracks.

At this time, several villagers put the wild boar on the altar and then started worshiping casually and somewhat solemnly.

Seeing this situation, the others naturally felt a little surprised. They never thought that there was such an altar in the mountains outside the village.

"...Brother Fang, what is this?" Ning Meng couldn't help but speak, "Is it considered a kind of worship?"

"Uh..." Fang Yuan thought for a while and nodded, "Maybe, it may be worshipped by the mountain god. You also understand that in some villages with closed traffic, it is normal for some traditional customs to exist due to the lack of popularization of science and culture."

"That's true." Ning Meng agreed deeply: "It will take at least an hour for the children in the village to study and go to another big village. It is very difficult and troublesome."

"Yes." Fang Yuan also felt a little bit, and they were in a blessing and didn't know how to be blessed. In the city, they were always dissatisfied with this and that, complaining about messy food safety, environmental pollution and other problems all day long. But compared to the people in poor areas, being able to live in the city is already the paradise they dream of.

It seems that humans have such common problems. Once life becomes superior, they become pretentious.

Fang Yuan's thoughts emanated and began to carefully observe the altar in front of him. He found that the altar was built in a relatively flat place at the foot of the mountain, with rows of cypress trees on both sides.

Seeing this, Fang Yuan's heart moved slightly, and then looked around at the surrounding situation. After a glance, he was suddenly a little lost...

At the same time, Ning Meng seemed to have discovered something and hurriedly reminded: "Oh, have you seen it? There is also a stream nearby."

When others looked at it, they naturally saw what Ning Meng mentioned. It was right in front of the hill, and in the valley dozens of meters away, a stream flowed around and meandered.

"You said, is that stream another stream or the upper stream we are exploring?" Ning Meng said curiously: "If it is an upstream, then we will come here directly tomorrow and start tracing the source from here. There is no need to walk along the bushes again."

"Should you ask a few uncles later." Sanger whispered: "If so, just do it."

"Okay..." Ning Meng nodded hurriedly.

After a while, several villagers finished their worship and walked back with wild boars with a smile on their faces. After that, they no longer delayed their time and directly led everyone back to the village.

On the way, Ning Meng asked a few questions, then turned around and smiled bitterly, "Several uncles said that the stream does not flow into the village, it is not the upper reaches of the stream in the village."

When Sanger heard the sound, his brow frowned and turned around and said, "Brother Fang, I discovered another stream. What do you think?"

"...This is a good thing." Fang Yuan came back to his senses in a daze and said with a smile: "I am still worried, what should I do if I didn't find any discoveries in the process of exploring the village stream? Now, I'm fine, I've discovered a new water source and another choice. Isn't that good?"

"Of course, this also means an increase in workload, and we must be prepared to continue traversing mountains and rivers."

Fang Yuan sighed: "The Feng Shui of Geography is often prone to such situations. Because the landscape conditions are relatively complicated, we have to slowly sort out the context, which takes time..."

Others nodded in understanding, after all, they had a deep understanding today. They explored along the stream in the whole day, but there was only a little progress. The only harvest was probably this big wild boar.

No matter what, the first day of Feng Shui in the Geography ended like this.

Not long after, everyone returned to the village. Several villagers shouted proudly, which immediately attracted the attention of other villagers. After seeing the big wild boar, the whole village became lively, and men, women, young and old gathered around.

Speaking of which, the village is not big, with only twenty or thirty families, about one hundred people. Whenever there is any movement, they will naturally gather together quickly. The most important thing is that the neighborhood relationship in the countryside can be called "family as close as a family."

Seeing a few villagers coming back with big wild boars, they didn’t need to greet them. Naturally, someone brought out the big pot, built a simple stone stove, and picked up firewood and boiled water.

A wild boar of three or four hundred kilograms can be held for a wild boar banquet. And the people in the village did do this. After working hard and working together, they quickly cut the big wild boar into cramps, cleaned the sand bullets, and then divided the meat and bones into pieces, and then steamed, boiled, stir-fried, fried, or barbecued...

In a short while, the wild boar turned into delicious food.

Until night fell, next to the altar in the village, villagers raised a vigorous bonfire. The rising of red and yellow flames also meant that the moment of joy began.

Fang Yuan and others were naturally invited to come here to attend a lively banquet, with fine wine and food, and singing and dancing performances to entertain them. They were laughter and cheerful and the atmosphere was warm.

The most lively banquet was when everyone was drunk, and more than a dozen young men stood up, stripped off their upper clothes, exposed their broad shoulders, strong arms, and abdominal muscles were looming...

The men in the mountains had bronze skin and muscles all over their bodies were like stone sculptures, with clear edges and corners. Under the light of the fire, they cheered and cheered by the villagers beside them, and amid the whistles, they walked up to the altar one after another.

Next to the altar, there seemed to be someone preparing something, and these people picked it up and hung it on their faces one by one. When they stood in line and turned around and turned back, ferocious faces appeared in front of everyone.

“…Nuo mask!”

At first glance, Fang Yuan's eyes were a little more serious and he watched with concentration.

At this moment, a sound of skin drums sounded, and the villagers on the stage also moved when they heard the drums, swaying their bodies exaggeratedly, their arms and feet rose and fell, and the Nuo mask on their faces shook continuously.

There is no doubt that this is a kind of Nuo dance.

Fang Yuan didn't know much about Nuo culture, but he could also see that this Nuo opera seemed a bit special. As for where it is special, his knowledge was limited, and he couldn't say it.

However, Fang Yuan was also very smart. At the beginning of the Nuo opera, he took out his mobile phone, turned on the video function, and recorded it silently.

"Brother Fang, what are you doing?" Ning Meng came over, a little curious.

"This kind of custom is rarely seen in normal times." Fang Yuan smiled and said, "So I recorded it and took it back to show it to my friends, and I envy him so much."

"Yes, why didn't I expect it?" Ning Meng slapped his head and took out his mobile phone to record the video: "If you take a photo, let my sister take a look, let her have a good experience..." (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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