Chapter 257 Indian

The Andes belong to the Cordillera Mountains, traversing seven countries from north to south. They are the longest mountain range in the world, running through the western part of the South American continent and known as the "backbone of South America".

Zhou Xirui and others followed "Black Annes" to rent several Indian horses in a small town outside the mountain and rode on it to start an interesting rainforest walk through the rainforest. On this trip, they will go to an Indian tribe living in the deep mountains called Mian.

The horse driver is also a man of this tribe. The Maorians wear soft and strong cotton gowns woven by themselves and wear a strange white dome hat.

These men are crossing a square bag made of hand-stitched cotton, which is full of coca leaves, which contain *, which can relieve fatigue and relieve hunger. The residents living in the mountains have developed the habit of chewing coca leaves, and their mouths are always chewing the leaves.

Perhaps because they eat very little food, these men are very thin. Each man holds a strange hollow wooden hammer in his hand, filled with fine shell powder in the middle, and from time to time take a thin wooden stick and put it into his mouth. It seems to taste better to chew with coca leaves. These people always It's chewing so with relish.

"Black Annes" said: "Maori people think that men are qualified to harvest coca leaves, and women can't touch these leaves, which is regarded as unlucky."

Riding the horse until dusk, the group arrived at a village on the hillside. This is a round house made of wood and earth, with an umbrella-shaped roof paved with grass, which looks very primitive and rustic.

They wandered curiously in the village and saw their self-made textile machines made of wood. They found it very interesting. They all gathered around, and a dark-skinned old woman was constantly weaving with the thread imitated cotton she planted.

They also found that the villagers greeted each other by giving each other a handful of coca leaves. In the open space outside the village, the village women were busy roasting suckling pigs with a unique local pig, surrounded by a circle of simple wooden tables and chairs, which were covered with golden and fragrant suckling pigs wrapped in banana leaves.

"It smells so good. The Indians are so enthusiastic that they roast so many suckling pigs to entertain us." Atso's saliva flowed.

"Haha, Acuo, you are self-loving and affectionate. Today is the cattle-killing festival, which is used to sacrifice to gods. How can it be eaten for you?" Liu Peng laughed.

When the night shrouded the mountain village, there was fog around it, and the air was filled with the smell of firewood cooking smoke. Everything made people feel peaceful and happy. It seemed that time had stagnated at this moment, and the door of heavy memory was opened by a certain feeling and came to a warm scene far away.

Soon the men set off a bonfire in the middle, but the ceremony of the Cattle Killing Festival on this day was an almost self-abuse act, which made Zhou Xirui and others sigh with the tenacity and bravery of the nation.

First of all, the fierce dance of the Indians. With the fast-paced drums that broke the tranquility of the night, the men danced the "sun dance". The Maori believed that the "sun dance" was an opportunity for the warriors to hone their perseverance with their flesh and blood.

They think that those who let people cut on the skin in full view of the flesh are heroes if they can be calm and free without showing painful expressions.

But if you can't help shouting, or can't stand the pain and run away, you can only wear women's clothes, do women's cooking, cleaning chores, and lose the pride of men forever.

"Black Annes" said, "The Maori tribal leader many years ago, his name was "Sitting Cow".

"Sitting cow? This name is so awesome. Why doesn't he call it a standing cow?" Azso joked.

"The name is not fixed. Here you can change your name at any time as long as you want." "Black Annes" laughed.

"Don't talk, listen to the lady," Zhong Yueming stopped Acuo from saying.

"Before the famous "big and small horn" battle many years ago, the tribal leaders danced the sun. Before dancing, his hands were dyed red and his shoulders were painted blue to represent the sky.

His brother cut fifty pieces of skin from his left and right arm from wrist to shoulder with a knife and an iron spoon.

It took about 30 minutes before and after the meat cutting ceremony. Every time a piece of skin was cut, the headman who looked like his name sang a song, which was said to praise God.

The others beside him either ran away or fainted in pain, but the sitting cow did not care about the blood from his shoulders and chest, and still sat still.

After cutting a hundred pieces of skin, he bathed his face in the sun and began his sun dance for two days and nights until he fainted on the morning of the third day. After Black Annes said, her face was full of respect.