Chapter 114 Life Forbidden Zone 13
Everyone was quiet for a while, but curiosity finally got the better of them and they started pestering Jiang Ran again, asking her to tell them what the painting was all about.
Jiang Ran's patience was not very good. After refusing twice in vain, he went to talk to Gulandam for a few words. The other party enthusiastically pulled everyone over and wanted to teach them local skills.
"How can I not learn?" Fu Bo looked at the velvet and needle and thread in front of him, his face pale.
"No way," the culprit Jiang Ran gloated. "I told Gulendam that you really like the handmade products here and want to learn from her."
Ren Xiayang said subconsciously: "I didn't say that!"
Gulandam didn't understand what he meant, but he felt that his tone was excited and he thought he couldn't wait, so he pulled Ren Xiayang to sit on the kang, and then stuffed the flannel and needle and thread into his arms.
Ren Xiayang: “…”
It seems like I can no longer refuse.
The language barrier always existed. Everyone was helpless in dealing with Jiang Ran's dirty tricks. They could only sit down and learn from Gulandam's slow movements bit by bit.
Gulandam taught them how to make the "Kuleta" hat, which is the most common hat worn by Tajik women.
Kuleta is usually made of velvet and connected to the earrings. It is very thick and warm, suitable for wearing in high altitude and cold areas.
The locals like bright colors, and Kuleta is no exception. It often uses bright red, golden yellow, and purple, and adds colorful patterns, which is very beautiful and eye-catching.
It looked beautiful, but it stumped all the novice craftspeople present. Stitching and sewing were already difficult, and then there was the mixing of colors and matching of patterns, which was simply overwhelming. They didn't know where to start.
Fu Bo couldn't help but sigh: "Jiang Ran is really a devil, I will never mess with her again."
Even Zeng Pei felt at a loss as to where to start, and couldn't help but mutter, "Kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred of your own. She has to learn from me too. Why make things difficult for everyone else?"
Xu Yang: "No, she didn't hurt herself."
Zeng Pei: "How could that be? She's not..."
As soon as he raised his head, Zeng Pei swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
Jiang Ran was seen concentrating without looking away, and his fingers were flying as the various colored velvets were quickly pieced together. After a short while, the exquisite finished product had begun to take shape.
"Did she cheat?" Fu Bo looked down at the mess of velvet in his hands, then looked up at the delicate, half-finished velvet hat in Jiang Ran's hands. He almost doubted his life. "How could she learn so quickly? It's unscientific, isn't it?"
"Maybe she learned it before..."
Xu Yang paused before saying, "I've learned similar crafts."
While everyone was talking, Jiang Ran's progress increased a lot.
Sewing a velvet hat is different from knitting and embroidery. It does not require accumulating work slowly, stitch by stitch. Instead, you just need to sew large and small pieces of velvet together. If you have good skills, it can be done very quickly.
After a while, before others had finished sewing their first piece of cloth, Jiang Ran's hat was already done.
Even Gulandam was amazed and praised her with words and gestures.
Jiang Ran's speed was so inhuman that no one could envy him at all.
However, just as they were about to calm down and focus on the work in their hands, they found that Gulandam was looking at them with eager eyes.
It seems to be saying: If Jiang Ran can do it, you can too!
Everyone:"……"
They really can't!
When Jiang Ran saw their miserable plight, he felt no sympathy at all, only gloating.
Who had forced them to come up to her and bother her? A harmless lesson would be best.
Everyone was working hard to learn the craft. Jiang Ran had nothing to do, so he went out for a walk and checked to see if Mulati was slacking off again. When he came back, he found that the others had not even made half of the progress.
"Why are you so slow?" Jiang Ran was a little surprised.
Everyone:"……"
Is it possible that you are just going too fast?
Since they had nothing to do anyway, while others were still painfully working on their handicrafts, Jiang Ran borrowed a piece of bamboo from Gulandam, took a small knife, and sat next to everyone to slowly carve it.
Fu Bo's attention was quickly drawn to her: "What are you doing?"
"Bamboo..." Ren Xiayang recalled the good memories and swallowed his saliva, "Will you make bamboo rice for us?"
Jiang Ran was speechless: "It's not even dark yet, can you please stop dreaming?"
"Then what is this?" Ren Xiayang asked disappointedly.
Jiang Ran didn't even raise his head: "A musical instrument."
Fu Bo was puzzled: "It doesn't look like it!"
Jiang Ran laughed: "Isn't it normal that you don't know about musical instruments?"
Fu Bo: “…”
"Why did you suddenly think of making musical instruments?" Zeng Pei's attention was also attracted.
At this time, Jiang Ran did not hide anything: "Tomorrow is the Tajik people's Chitokidir Festival. According to tradition, there will be a song and dance party in the village at night. I carved a bamboo flute, which can be used as accompaniment at the party."
Fu Bo was a little nervous: "Then do we have to prepare well?"
"No, don't worry." Jiang Ran said.
Just a few seconds after everyone's hearts settled, Jiang Ran continued, "If you don't know how to play accompaniment, you can sing or dance. Just choose one. Of course, singing and dancing is the best."
Ren Xiayang, who is tone-deaf, “…”
Fu Bo, whose limbs were uneven: "..."
As the saying goes, what you fear will come to you.
No one present had any experience in singing or dancing, and they were all worried about the evening song and dance party. At this time, the afternoon time passed particularly quickly.
After everyone had awkwardly sewn some strange, some ugly velvet hats, it was already dark. The villagers outside the house were walking back and forth preparing for the party, and it was very lively.
Looking out the window, I saw a huge bonfire burning outside. I wonder where the villagers found dry firewood in such a cold and humid plateau.
Soon, the party was ready and Gulandam enthusiastically led everyone to the bonfire.
When we arrived at the place, the villagers were already singing happily, and some young people were even dancing in pairs with their partners.
Fu Bo swallowed nervously: "Jiang Ran... didn't you bring your musical instrument? Would you like to lend it to me later?"
Jiang Ran spun the freshly made bamboo flute in his hands, and finally struck it on Fu Bo's head: "Do you know what this is? Do you know how to use it?"
Ren Xiayang also smiled bitterly: "Then can you play a song? I haven't been so nervous for a long time."
This was a simple little request, so Jiang Ran didn't refuse.
The melodious sound of the flute soon spread.
Jiang Ran's playing style is also very special, with a strong sense of rhythm. It breaks away from the long sound characteristics of the bamboo flute itself and shows a spacious and heroic feeling.
Xu Yang listened very carefully to the music played by Jiang Ran, and soon discovered that in terms of pitch, rhythm and melody, it was very consistent with the songs and dances the villagers were singing and dancing, as if they had the same origin and were a perfect match.
The singing and dancing villagers of course also noticed this, and the dancing young people expressed their surprise and praise to Jiang Ran with their postures.
The worst off were Fu Bo and others.
They arrived late and didn't attract much attention from the villagers who were already singing and dancing enthusiastically. However, Jiang Ran's accompaniment attracted everyone's attention.
Now they could no longer be invisible, and soon someone came over and pulled them to dance together.
Fu Bo was dragged to the campfire hand and foot. He turned his head with difficulty to look at Jiang Ran, his eyes full of resentment.
Ren Xiayang was not much better off. An enthusiastic Tajik girl pulled his arm and wanted to teach him to sing local songs.
The music of the Tajik people is mostly Arabic in style, and the music sung at the party is mainly song and dance music, with everyone's harmonies mixed together. If you want to fish in troubled waters, it is not too difficult.
Ren Xiayang had just breathed a sigh of relief after discovering this when a young man at the party became excited and jumped in front of the bonfire and sang a passionate song.
The little girl was also very excited, pulling Ren Xiayang's sleeve and wanting to teach him to sing again. Ren Xiayang wanted to refuse, but looking at the little girl's sparkling and excited eyes, he finally couldn't refuse. He could only continue to learn with her, and the difficulty was much higher than before.
Fu Bo was even worse off than him.
The most famous dance of the Tajik people is the Eagle Dance, which is also the dance performed by most people at the party.
This is a couple dance in which the dancers use their bodies to imitate the various movements of an eagle, including spreading their wings and flying high, circling and circling, etc. Many postures during the dance are performed with the help of their dance partner.
Fu Bo had no idea how to dance this kind of dance, so of course he couldn't help his partner to strike poses. He could only helplessly let his partner stretch his limbs and manipulate his poses.
Fu Bo's dance partner was a bold young man.
I don’t know if it’s because the locals are used to doing physical work, but he has particularly good physical strength and power.
When Fu Bo was pressed down by his waist, he felt that his upper and lower body was almost broken into two parts and he couldn't even breathe.
Jiang Ran stood by and watched everyone's "wonderful" performance, and couldn't help but smile.
However, it wasn't long before Gulendam came over and invited her to dance.
Jiang Ran: "I'll just accompany you here."
Gulandam: "Hey! There are plenty of people in the village who can accompany us. We don't need you! Come on and dance! Let's do it together!"
Jiang Ran: "No, I..."
He had barely said half of his words when she pulled him forward, and he had no way of refusing.
I have to say that the locals are really strong.
It was a grand night and both the guests and the hosts had a great time.
The party lasted for a long time, and people began to leave one after another when the moon was at its zenith.
When everyone finally returned to the yard to rest, Fu Bo's whole body was stiff and Ren Xiayang's voice was a little hoarse.
Zeng Pei got used to it quickly and even had the energy to ask Jiang Ran questions: "The villagers here should all know that we are descendants of the great human migration, right? Why aren't they... curious about our situation?"
You know, they have always been extremely curious about the Tajik heritage.
If it weren't for the language barrier and Jiang Ran's refusal to help them translate, they would probably have asked about the other person's history of thousands of years by now.
"Why should I be curious?" Jiang Ran thought for a moment and said, "A donkey that has been to Mecca is still a donkey."
"Donkey?" Zeng Pei was very confused.
"This is a local proverb, which roughly means..."
Jiang Ran paused: "Even though he learned the ancient Earth language, Fu Bo still thinks about playing games all day long, and Ren Xiayang's mind is still on bamboo rice, you..."
“Stop! Stop! Stop!”
Zeng Pei waved his hands repeatedly and interrupted her hurriedly: "I don't want to know anymore."
Jiang Ran smiled.
Fu Bo, standing next to him, expressed his dissatisfaction: "What's wrong with playing games? You don't know how much happiness you've missed out on by not playing games!"
Ren Xiayang raised his head and asked expectantly, "Can you make us another serving of bamboo rice? The last time we had it was at the rainforest arena! It's been a long time!"
Jiang Ran ignored them and just raised his eyebrows at Zeng Pei.
Zeng Pei sighed and completely understood what Jiang Ran meant.
Before returning to his room, Fu Bo patted his sore thigh and asked, "I'm so tired today, how am I going to travel tomorrow?"
Ren Xiayang was also tired today, so he took the initiative to suggest, "Why don't we leave the day after tomorrow?"
"But we've already delayed it for a day."
"Indeed, after Jiang Wenxue and the others were driven out of the village, they must have continued on their journey. We'll fall behind in our progress."
"Yes, yes!"
“…”
Jiang Ran did not participate in this topic, but just listened silently.
Xu Yang secretly paid attention to her reaction and found that her previous almost excited mood suddenly cooled down.
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