In the valleys, one can still see Miao people carrying their farm tools home.
The Miao villages here are peaceful and beautiful, seemingly a completely different picture compared to the Qingmiao villages.
As night fell.
The stars twinkled, and the moonlight was like silver.
The valleys of the Miao people echo with the symphony of insect chirps and flowing streams.
The guards and women also lit torches.
Along the way, Amo hummed a little tune.
The melody is beautiful; you can tell it's from the Miao people.
Ah Chen wished his lusheng (a traditional reed pipe instrument) were right beside him so he could accompany Ah Mo.
But soon, the music ended—
Amo turned to Achen and said, "Today is the fourth day of the tenth month in the lunar calendar, which is November 14th in the Gregorian calendar."
"The Miao New Year is just around the corner!"
"We didn't pass last year, but this year the elders want to pass it more! However, we'll have to wait for you to go back and discuss it before we can decide on a start date!"
"Huh? Doesn't Miao Nian have time?"
"Are you silly, little brother! Our Miao New Year is not like the Han Chinese Spring Festival, which has a fixed date."
Amo said, "This year's Miao Year is special. It is the first Miao Year to be celebrated in our eastern Guizhou Miao region since the future Miao King appeared. It's a grand occasion."
The Miao New Year in eastern Guizhou usually begins at a time chosen in the ninth, tenth, or eleventh month of the lunar calendar.
In the past, the timings for each branch were different.
But they have one thing in common: it's during the off-season for farming.
Things are different now; the future Miao King has appeared.
Although it was still the off-season for farming that year, we had to celebrate together.
The timing was first discussed by the nine elders, then presented to the Holy Maiden, who selected several times.
The future Miao King will make the final decision.
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