Chapter 5 The Day of Curling Hair

In the face of Zhou Fan's deliberate question, the thin monkey scratched his creaking nest, and he tilted his head for a while and said, "Afan, your question is a bit esoteric, and I don't know the name of our country... Hey, No, I seem to have heard my dad say it."

Zhou Fan quickly said: "Yes, then think about it."

This is very important to Zhou Fan. Even if there were so many strange things yesterday, what if this is really a certain dynasty in China?

The thin monkey frowned and thought hard, his brows didn't have much flesh, and the frown brows bulged, this is really skinny.

Zhou Fan just watched helplessly, and the thin monkey suddenly clapped his palms and said, "Afan, I remember, it seems to be called Wei Guo."

"Wei Kingdom?"

Zhou Fan nodded. His poor historical knowledge remembered that there were three countries named Wei in history. The first was Wei during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and the second was the regime established by Cao Cao during the Donghe Three Kingdoms period, also called Wei. As for the third country, it was the Northern Wei Dynasty during the Southern and Northern Dynasties, which seemed to be a minority regime.

As for the others, Zhou Fan is unknown, and he is not sure whether this Wei State is one of the three he thought, and he has to ask again.

"Skinny monkey..."

Zhou Fan just wanted to ask more details, but the thin monkey looked at the round altar and suddenly changed the subject: "Afan, the hair-binding ceremony is about to start, are you afraid?"

Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment and asked, "It's just a tie, why should you be afraid?"

The skin and bones on the skinny monkey's face trembled, and he forced himself to smile: "Afan is right, it's just a tie, I'm not afraid."

Zhou Fan can see the nervousness of the thin monkey at a glance, and his doubts are even more serious. Since last night, the parents have expressed a strange tone about this bundle of hair ceremony. Now what the thin monkey is saying, is there anything strange about this bundle of hair? ?

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of the drum beating came.

Thin Monkey said anxiously: "It's about to start, Afan, we'll talk about it after we have our hair tied. I'll go back to my parents first, you can go to Uncle Yimu and the others, I wish you good luck."

After the thin monkey finished speaking, he quickly got into the crowd.

Zhou Fan's voice was completely blocked, and he couldn't ask any more, wondering why he wished himself good luck?

Zhou Fan didn't think about it any further. He would soon know what was so unique about this bundle of hair, and there was no need to rush it for a while.

Zhou Fan looked around, walked back to the place just now, and saw Zhou Yimu and the two of them were standing there waiting for him.

Gui Feng waved to Zhou Fan and said, "Fortunately, you are back. If you don't come back, I will find you."

Zhou Yimu saw Zhou Fan coming back and said, "Since we're back, we have to go forward."

The crowd gathered around the round altar, but the shouting had basically stopped at this time, only rustling whispers.

When the villagers saw Zhou Fan and the three of them, they all consciously moved out of the way.

The three of Zhou Fan quickly walked to the edge of the round altar. Zhou Fan looked around and found that some parents were leading their own children. These people were fifteen years old like Zhou Fan, and they were obviously preparing to tie their hair. of.

These peers were both male and female, but all had nervous expressions on their faces.

It is said that it is a hair-binding ceremony. In fact, girls will also participate. The girl is not called a hair-binding ceremony at the age of fifteen. It is just that men are superior to women in ancient times, and this world is no exception, so it is collectively called the hair-binding ceremony.

Zhou Fan saw a thin monkey not far away.

The thin monkey stood beside his parents, his legs were shaking slightly.

The faces of the parents of the children who were about to tie their hair looked very solemn.

I am afraid that only the unknowing Zhou Fan seems to be much calmer.

The tense and dignified atmosphere spread in the arena, making Zhou Fan a little nervous.

At this moment, the arena suddenly became completely quiet.

The people behind Zhou Fan all knelt down for a while,

The person standing at the front glanced back and knelt down.

After Zhou Fan noticed it, he wanted to turn his head to look, but was pulled by Gui Feng's hand.

"Get down on your knees." Gui Feng whispered.

Zhou Fan hurriedly knelt down like Zhou Yimu and his wife.

But even if he knelt down, Zhou Fan still raised his eyes slightly and looked to the side.

He soon saw three people walking towards the round altar.

The middle-aged man walking at the front had a long black beard and was short and stout. He was leading the way for the two behind him with a flattering smile.

In the back were two old men with white hair and beard, one was shorter and the other was taller, and their appearance was ordinary.

The three quickly walked up the round altar along the stone steps and looked at the crowd kneeling below.

One of the two old men said slowly: "Let them all get up, the ceremony will start immediately, don't delay."

The middle-aged man nodded lightly, and he shouted openly, "Get up, everyone, the hair-binding ceremony will begin now."

Of course, the voice of the middle-aged man could not be heard by everyone, but the person in front stood up when he heard it, and the person in the back who couldn't hear it naturally stood up.

Even if they all stood up, no one dared to speak loudly, but waited patiently.

Zhou Fan was at the front. When he saw the middle-aged man bending over to the two old men, he said, "Two bosses, I'll ask you for this ceremony."

The two old men nodded blankly and did not speak.

The middle-aged man smiled and walked down the circular altar along the stone steps.

When Zhou Fan saw this, he asked Gui Feng beside him softly, "Mother, who are the three people on stage?"

Gui Feng glanced around and replied in a low voice: "Afan, the one who is walking down is the village shogun Luo Kaitian of our village, and the two elders are the masters of the village."

Zhou Fan blinked after hearing this, and the village leader understood a little. He was similar to a village chief in a modern society, but what is Master Fu?

Zhou Fan just wanted to ask for more details, but Yi Zhou Mu looked back at Zhou Fan and said solemnly, "Don't talk, just watch."

Zhou Fan didn't dare to ask any more and looked up.

At this time, the two old people on the round altar were separated, one stood at the easternmost side of the round altar, and the other stood at the westernmost side of the round altar.

The old man looked at Muramasa Luo Kaitian and said, "Let someone carry things up."

Luo Haetian nodded quickly, and he waved to the back and shouted, "Put the things up."

The crowd behind Luo Haetian gave way, and the four tall men walked towards the round altar with a large vat crossed by two poles.

A thick rope net tied with a large black and ash vat was tied to the intersection of the poles, and the two poles creaked as if they were about to be crushed.

The muscles of the four men were knotted, and their brass-like skin was covered in sweat. They were panting as they moved forward. Obviously, the things were heavy, otherwise they wouldn't have to carry them together.

The large black tile tank is half a person high, and the opening of the tank is sealed with animal skins.

Zhou Fan also noticed that there was a yellow talisman on the surface of the tile jar. As for whether the other side had a yellow talisman, Zhou Fan couldn't see it due to the angle of view.

If it wasn't for what happened last night, Zhou Fan would definitely not care about the yellow talisman, but after seeing some strange little lamp talismans last night, he was very cautious about this yellow paper talisman.

Zhou Fan didn't dare to stare at the yellow talisman paper on the surface of the tank. After all, he didn't know if something weird would happen.

With the sound of the clang landing, the large tile jar was placed in the middle of the round altar.