Chapter 398: She suspects that she entered a fake Hmong

Chapter 398 She suspects that she entered a fake Hmong

After half an hour, a group of people came to A Niu's house, which was two connected buildings on stilts.

A Niu's parents died accidentally while hunting in the mountains, leaving her grandmother as the only relative.

Seeing that his grandson brought so many guests, the old man smiled and invited everyone to come in and sit down. Stepping on the wooden ladder to the third floor, he took off the bacon that was hung on the eaves of the verandah, which would be eaten during the New Year and festivals, and turned to enter the kitchen.

Yun Shu followed with a very winking look. Shen Mingjiao saw everything in her eyes, felt a little sorry for a while, but didn't say anything.

Several people had a hearty meal of Miao family dishes, and Shen Mingjiao knew that they would definitely not accept the money. So he picked two brightly colored brocade pieces from the luggage and forced them to Xiuxiu, a set of bows and arrows to A Niu, and a box of plaster for joint pain to Grandma Wu.

Shen Mingjiao repeatedly emphasized that this is a custom in their hometown, so they let them accept it. Grandma Wu's family sniffed the plaster, frowned and said:

"It smells like Panax notoginseng powder, but the amount is too small!"

Shen Mingjiao was surprised: "Grandma, do you still know medical skills?"

The grandmother of the Wu family lowered her head and picked up the beans in the dustpan: "How can the old woman know any medical skills? Oh, the girl said Panax notoginseng! There are a lot of them on the mountain!"

Shen Mingjiao looked at Wu Tai Physician: "As far as I know, Panax notoginseng came out a few years ago. It is said to be a holy medicine for healing, and the growth environment is harsh, so the price is very high."

The Wu Tai doctor didn't look up: "This is something that the drug dealer should worry about."

Well, this man only has research in his eyes.

In the middle of the afternoon, under Shen Mingjiao's urging, Wu Taiyi reluctantly contacted the current patriarch of the Wu Family Village, in order to inquire about the Shenwu Village and those stones.

After all, this is the home of the witch doctor. Several patriarchs are related to him, so he can save a lot of trouble

Shen Mingjiao had nothing to do, so she made clothes with Xiuxiu, while A Niu was standing on the hill with a bow and arrow she had learned, gesticulating fondly.

The two of them chatted one after another, and at night, Xiuxiu and her had already talked about everything.

"Ma'am, you are not here to buy wood, are you? I guess you are looking for someone."

Shen Mingjiao did not deny it, and then lowered her voice and asked curiously: "I heard that you Miao girls can raise Gu?"

Xiuxiu waved her hand in disbelief: "How is it possible? Raising Gu requires talent, and you have to learn a lot. There are only a few medical women in our village, and they are brain-intensive and disgusting. Young people would like to learn that!"

Xiuxiu asked puzzledly: "Hey, but how do you know that our Miao people have Gu worms?"

Shen Mingjiao spread her hands: "Anyone who likes to read fantasy and supernatural stories knows this."

She casually mentioned a few scriptures about Miaojiang Gu worms that she had read, in which half-truths and half-false things about Qingyao were mixed in.

Xiuxiu was amazed and urged her to say more: "Are you people out there so imaginative? I, a native of the Miao nationality, didn't even know that Gu worms can be so powerful!"

She frowned: "But why in your place, we Miao people use Gu insects to harm people every day, obviously Gu insects are used to cure diseases and save lives!"

Shen Mingjiao was stunned, and heard Xiuxiu Balabala say a lot, to the effect that Gu worms appeared in the first place to save lives, and it seems that in their case, Gu skills are equivalent to medical skills.

"And it is definitely not as powerful as you said, and what kind of love Gu, you are too good at making up!"

Shen Mingjiao: "...This is really not made up!" After all, not long ago, her friends had personally experienced it.

For a while, she suspected that she had joined the fake Miao nationality.

Xiuxiu simply put down her needle and thread, and pulled her with great interest:

"Hey, tell me again! Just tell the story of the saint of the Miao nationality. It sounds very powerful."

Shen Mingjiao said nonsense casually: "This is it! It's the pure blood of the ancient direct line of the Miao nationality, and the blood can open restrictions and so on." Isn't it written like this in the script?

Xiuxiu tilted her head and blinked her eyes: "According to what you say, then I am also the saint of our clan!"

Shen Mingjiao became a little interested: "How to say?"

Xiuxiu picked up her needle and thread again, arranged the sequence and said:

"I also heard from my grandma that our Miao people were divided into several factions at the beginning, and my ancestor was the patriarch of one of them. I heard that she was the illegitimate daughter of a great wizard in the legend. In short, she is very powerful.

In order to keep the blood pure, my ancestors always married close relatives. After many generations, they always gave birth to deformed children. After that, they stopped marrying close relatives, but only recruited sons-in-law and did not marry. It was not until my great-grandmother's generation that they broke this rule. But no one pays attention to these now. "

Shen Mingjiao didn't take it seriously either, and joked: "Maybe one day your blood can really open up some organ channel?"

Xiu Xiu obviously didn't believe it. Seeing that it was getting late, Shen Mingjiao took out an underwear from her luggage, and when she saw the stones in the box, she opened it in front of Xiuxiu with the mentality of trying it out: "Have you ever seen this kind of clothes on the mountain? stone?"

I am afraid that the other party will stare at the stone and have hallucinations. She also blocked it with her hand.

(end of this chapter)

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