Millennium drunk

Lan Zui withdrew his slightly raised wrist, but his nerves were still tense.Reyimu and Sabir didn't feel the emotional changes of the two people next to them at all, and ran into the yard with happy faces, and even Rong Shisan and Lan Zui couldn't help being led in.

Seeing this, Jun Yihuang frowned, exchanged a glance with Bai Suhe, then deliberately pulled back, guarding the door.

As expected of Sabir, Xiri Ahong's brother, he was short in stature, but he was so strong that Lan Zui couldn't hold him back.After being led for two steps, Lan Zui stood on the threshold and had a clear view of the situation in the courtyard.

The courtyard is not big, and you can see the whole thing at a glance.There are several stacks of firewood half a person's height piled up at the foot of the yard wall, and the ground of the yard is inevitably covered with yellow sand. On the sand, more than a dozen male and hen chickens, big and small, were frightened by the visitors, leaving many footprints. Tied to a wooden post, there was nowhere to hide, and all he could do was bleat.

There were several people standing in the courtyard, all wearing turbans and traditional Mok costumes, their faces were completely exposed, and they were all over [-] years old.An old man was hugging Kanji and laughing, while Xiri Ahong bowed his waist and lowered his head, letting an old woman caress his cheek meekly.

Lan Zui and Rong Shisan were even more puzzled, but it looked like the situation was not like a trap. The two relaxed their muscles, and Reyimu said in a very small voice: "Don't talk." Then he broke free from Rong Shisan's pull. He walked towards the old woman who was stroking Xiri Ahong with both arms, and said in Mok language: "Hangul, I'm back too!"

Seeing Xiri Ahong, the old woman smiled even more on the wrinkled face, let go of Xiri Ahong, and also hugged Reyimu, saying repeatedly: "Reyimu, you haven't come this month, sweat Gu Li misses you so much! God bless you, I hope you are safe and happy."

Lan Zui and Rong Shisan stared at the crowd in the courtyard, becoming more and more bewildered, deeply regretting that they should have called Dawuti together, so as not to become ducks listening to the rustle of thunder and mist now.But no matter how you look at it, it looks like a family reunion. Could it be that Reyimu took them back to his house?

Hearing the movement outside, the curtains of the houses behind were raised almost at the same time, and another fifteen or six people got out or walked or ran into the yard, without exception, they were all old men and women, and there were two old men. The wife also held two babies in swaddling clothes.

These old people surrounded the four of Reimu, chattering, hugging and kissing.Lan Zui is really confused now, these old people look different, they don't look like a family.

After some excitement, those old people noticed Lan Zui and Rong Shisan standing at the door, and Jun Yihuang and Bai Suhe still standing outside the door.Han Guli asked Reyimu in surprise: "Reyimu, who are they?"

The rest of the elders also asked one after another: "Reyimu, are you looking for a wife? Why are there three at once? Oh, there are Xiri Ahong and Sabir?"

Reyimu's face twitched, thankfully Lanzui and the others couldn't understand Mok, otherwise these scary and weird women would probably have to beat someone just for this sentence.

"They are my friends, friends!" Reimu smiled, "I came to see you, and I sent you ten buckets of water and a few buckets of fresh vegetables. Later, we have something to do, and we will run around to make trouble. Take them with you."

"Reyimu, are they outsiders?" An old man with white beard and white hair immediately became suspicious when he heard this, and asked, "Did you bring outsiders here?"

"No, no, by God, we just came to deliver things, and they came along along the way." Reyimu shook his head and waved his hands, and said, "Okay, okay, let's go, it's so hot, I'm dizzy after a long time in the sun."

Then all the old people turned around and walked back to their homes, and some of them kept looking back at Lan Zui and the others, but in the end they probably looked at Reyimu and didn't ask any more questions.

The old woman named Han Guli seemed to have a more cheerful personality than the others. She didn't rush back into the house because there was a stranger, but led Reimu and the others to the first room.

Seeing this, Lan Zui and the others silently followed in.The inside of this room is very simple, not much better than the outside. It is divided into two entrances by an earthen wall. The inside should be the bedroom, and the outside is only about seven or eight square meters. There are two old and blackened doily.

There were also two old women kneeling on the rug, and they smiled when they saw Reimu.Reimu smiled back, and said: "Ayi, Mariamu, I miss the naan and milk tea you made, can you make some for us, we are all starving."

The two old women nodded immediately, stood up and saluted the people in the room with their hands on their chests, and then walked out the door.

When the backs of the two were out of sight, Han Guli got up and opened the curtain to expose the wind, and then said to Reyimu in the room: "Tell me, Reyimu, what's the matter?"

Han Guli's words were spoken in Chinese, and Reyimu, Lanzui and the others were surprised.Han Guli still smiled, and said: "Reyimu can fool other people, but not me. I know you are from outside, but if you can let Reyimu bring you here, you must be good people ,I believe in him."

The thirteen people were really ashamed when they heard this.Now that his identity has been exposed, Lan Zui finally couldn't help it anymore and asked, "Why do you hate outsiders so much? Besides, I don't see anyone living in this place, why don't you go to Mork?"

Han Guli was silent, but Reyimu suddenly said: "People outside are not good people."

Reyimu has always shown the cunning and greed of a businessman, tactful and cautious, like a weasel that keeps an eye on the movement of its prey at all times, always trying to find a crack to dig out the benefits it can get.But when he said this, Reyimu's expression showed a different disgust and hatred than before, as well as unconcealable hatred and slight killing intent.

Except for the people on Reyimu's side, the rest of the people were shocked by Reyimu's words.Han Guli pushed Reyimu, with a much gentler attitude, and said softly: "If you have anything to say, hurry up, they will be angry when they find out."

Upon hearing this, Lan Zui immediately sat upright and returned to the topic, respectfully said: "Then I will trouble you, I heard from Dawuti that you are Moke's long-song poet, aren't you?"

"That's right, you want to ask about Moke's long poems?" Hangul was a little surprised, "There are almost no young people interested in long poems now."

"It's like this. The few of us are very interested in the cultural legends of Western Xinjiang, so we got this rubbing by accident." Lan Zui unfolded the rubbing of Mo Ke's stele and placed it in front of Hangul, " Because I have been dealing with rubbings of ancient steles for a long time, our companions know some of the inscriptions on the inscriptions, but we are afraid of misunderstanding, so I would like to ask you for advice."

Hangul looked carefully at the stele with wrinkled eyelids and narrowed his eyes. After a while, he said, "By God, this is the long poem of Moke's stele."

"Yes, that's why we came to Mork."

"Well, it will take at least a day for this long hymn to be sung in its entirety. By God, do you really want to listen?"

Han Guli's eyes, which had gradually become cloudy due to the years, heard that Lan Zui and the others came for the long poem. Although they were doubtful, there was an unconcealable expectation and piety in their eyes.

Seeing this look, Lan Zui and Rong Shisan couldn't help feeling guilty.Lan Zui blushed and said in a low voice: "Can I trouble you to read this sentence to us?"

Lan Zui pointed to the few clear and readable parts on the stele rubbings.

Disappointment suddenly appeared on Hangul's face, but he still smiled and said, "Okay, let me think about it."

Putting down the stele rubbings in his hands, Han Guli crossed his arms and made a very pious worship posture. He closed his eyes, his expression turned holy and serious, and he recited a series of cadences, poetry and song.After this section was sung, Han Guli opened his eyes and said in Chinese: "Translate the passage just now into Chinese, that is: it is as tall as a mountain and reaches into the sky, its branches and leaves are swaying and soft like a spring breeze, and it flows like a spring breeze. Its juice is as sweet and charming as clear water. Its fragrance makes people sleep in the arms of their mothers forever. Its beauty is enough to blind people's eyes. It is a wooden board! A magical wooden board! A holy wooden board! Give Ted a peg!"

Although Han Guli's translation is slightly different from Mengzheng's previous translation in terms of words and sentences, the general meaning is the same.This also made Lan Zui confirm that Hangul did not deceive them.

The first few sentences of this passage are all adjectives, and the important thing is the recurring wooden bracket and the noun Karang Ted mentioned in the silk book left by Qingxiao.

So Lan Zui immediately asked: "Hangul, may I ask what is the wooden support mentioned in it, do you know?"

"A Mutuo." Han Guli showed a thoughtful and distressed expression, and after thinking for a long time, she shook her head and said, "It seems that it is a kind of plant according to the description in the poem, but... God, it seems that I have never been called a Mutuo. Plants, maybe it’s been too long, and they’re gone.”

Lan Zui was very disappointed by Han Guli's words, so he could only keep his spirits up and continue to ask: "Then Karang Ted, do you know what this means?"

Han Guli didn't answer for a while, and when Lan Zui thought she didn't know, and was almost desperate, Han Guli sighed: "I know, but..."

"What?" Lan Zui was overjoyed and asked, "Can you tell me, what does that mean?"

Han Guli's expression changed slightly, and he said: "Actually, this is a place name. If you read it in the current pronunciation, it is called Karabasaqi. This place is very famous, and many people in Mok know it. It is the dark place of the devil. ah."

When Han Guli said the term Karabasaqi, Reimu, who had been sitting silently listening, immediately contorted his face, and cried out "ah".