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Han Xiaodong was taken aback for a moment. In his memory, generally under such circumstances, the simple villagers would be very welcome, but the village head in front of him didn't seem to follow the routine too much. He just explained his intentions, but the other party refused. It was a bit beyond his expectation. Could it be that the legends are all lies?
Seeing the embarrassment on Han Xiaodong's face, the village head immediately understood what he was thinking, and said a little embarrassedly: "I'm really sorry, I also want to stay with you, but my daughter-in-law just gave birth, and my house is really inconvenient. You If you don’t mind, I’ll find you a villager’s house, and you’ll stay there for two days, and I’ll do my best to do anything you need me to do, but you’ve seen the conditions in our village, so you might be wronged.”

When the village head said this, Han Xiaodong suddenly realized that there was a special situation in his family. If he had to be hypocritical at this time, it would appear that he was too naive. Besides, he didn’t say that he had to live in the village head’s house. Arranging for yourself is already the best.

Han Xiaodong quickly waved to the village chief: "It's not a problem, it's not a problem, I'm used to running outside all the year round, if it's convenient for you, help me arrange a home for older people in the village who know more about folklore. Okay, I'll ask you a lot, too."

Hearing this, the village head smiled, patted Han Xiaodong on the shoulder and said, "Then you are right, you have seen it too, our village is very poor, let alone eat chicken, duck, fish, delicacies and game It’s not easy. But if you want to tell old stories, there is a living old story king in our village. My son grew up listening to his stories. Let’s put it this way, if he tells According to the story, those seven days and seven nights were not the same.”

Han Xiaodong has long heard of the existence of such characters. It is said that there are old folks who can tell stories. Because of the many stories, they have been named heirs of intangible cultural heritage.There are nearly [-] stories that can be told, and the kind that can be serialized when writing a book. Looking at what the village chief said today, there is such a story expert in the village.

Han Xiaodong came here this time because of old stories, so he was very happy to hear that such a person existed.After expressing their gratitude to the village chief for his proposal, the two of them walked further into the village.

While walking, the village chief asked, "Did you come alone?"

Han Xiaodong scratched his head, and said a little embarrassedly: "There are relatively few people who study the direction of folk culture stories, and I am the only one in our school, so I am alone wherever I go."

He was just looking for an excuse at random, but he didn't expect it to cause the village chief to sigh: "Hey, you said that our ancestors left behind so many good stories. Look at what is being shown on TV now, except for nonsense, it is Stories about foreigners, you educated people, you have to publicize and sort them out for us. Let’s not talk about whether we can become famous or not, at least we can’t lose the things passed down by our ancestors. And our stories are no better than theirs. Bad, why are they the only ones who can shoot TV, it doesn’t make sense, does it?”

Hearing what the village chief said, Han Xiaodong felt ashamed. He really had never thought about these things. If it wasn't for this investigation, he wouldn't have anything to do with the so-called folk tales.However, according to what the village chief said, his personal awareness is quite high, and, judging by the standard of living in this village, life is not bad, at least he has a TV to watch at home. The village head should also be considered a wealthy family.

The two made seven or eight turns along the country road, and finally stopped in front of the yard of an adobe house. Compared with the village chief's house, this yard was much shabby. Similarly, compared with the condition of the whole village, it was also considered to be of a middle-level up.

The village head went to the gate of the courtyard and knocked three times, and dogs barking sounded in the courtyard as expected.

But this time, without waiting for the people in the yard to answer, the village head yelled through the door: "What's your name? I can't even hear my voice? You useless bastard."

As soon as he finished cursing, the yard became miraculously quiet. Han Xiaodong gave a thumbs up in his heart, saying that the village chief is the village chief, and even the dogs in the village are afraid of him. It seems that the village chief is usually in the village. , and it is indeed a character that is one and the same.

After a while, the sound of footsteps came from the yard. The shout just now had already let the people inside know the identity of the visitor, so he went straight to the door, removed the door latch, and opened the door on the left. door.

Standing inside the door was an old man who looked old, but the old man's hair and beard were already white, and his bronze-colored skin looked a little dark against the faint light. No matter how old he is, he must be seventy, but there is a sense of fortitude between his brows. Han Xiaodong guessed that this old man should have been a soldier before.

In the countryside, the old people of the same age look older than those in the city, so Han Xiaodong thinks that the real age of this old man should be around sixty, but the weather left on his face by the years is more obvious Just a few.

When the old man saw the village head, he didn't speak, but he glanced at Han Xiaodong immediately, and then asked the village head: "It's late at night, you are not at home to coax your grandson, why did you come here? I was scolded by your mother-in-law again." ?”

The village chief clicked his tongue and waved his hand at the old man: "There are outsiders, can you not always say this, anyway, I am also the head of a village, and I will introduce you to a family from the provincial capital... Well, yes, research Yes, I want to listen to the old stories of our village, it happens that there is no room in my house right now, so I will send him here, and you will entertain him, if it is not for nothing, he will pay for it.”

When the old man heard what the village chief said, he raised his eyebrows and smiled, looked at Han Xiaodong and said, "What is there to investigate in the old stories? They are all passed down from previous generations, feudal superstitions, why are you investigating this?"

As soon as Han Xiaodong heard it, he knew that the old man's thinking was relatively conservative, and he seemed to be very cautious. He must have suffered some losses in this matter. This is also human nature, but this made his work a lot more difficult. .

His mind was spinning, and he said casually: "Old man, traditional culture is the treasure of our country, and many stories can also support some historical events. I am a graduate student at Kunming University, specializing in this subject. Our country has a vast territory, and there are wonderful stories. Many, unfortunately these years have not been well protected and many have been lost, I just want to summarize them and form written materials so that they can be passed down, this is the treasure of our nation."

This is a very official statement, but Han Xiaodong said it very earnestly. The old man looked Han Xiaodong up and down. In the night, his eyes were extremely bright, which made Han Xiaodong feel like he was being seen through.

After a short review, the old man pushed the other door open to let a way out and said, "Come in, I have a story, but you have to prepare some good wine."