Tan Muxing has nothing to do recently while riding in a car, so she just does some weaving with colorful ropes.

When Pan Yicheng heard about the reason why Muxing learned local weaving, he couldn't help but comment: "Then she really has some potential to be a professor. She is really good at deceiving people and working for free. She was really good at tricking you here in the first place. ”

While weaving the rope, Tan Muxing whispered, "...Professor Pan, this doesn't sound like something a professor should say, right?"

Pan Yicheng said calmly: "This is what a professor should really say, to teach you the principles of social university."

“…”

Soon, local personnel in charge of relocation arrived in the village.

A few days later, after much discussion, the village finally agreed to move out after negotiating terms for the first time. However, Sarin and others had a small request, hoping that Chu Qianli could choose a date for the relocation.

The railway project and the village relocation project are two different teams, but the staff of each team is familiar with each other. When Chu Qianli and others arrived in the province, local leaders participated in the welcoming party, so it is not completely unrelated.

At the workstation, Batu relayed the request and sighed, "They really treat you like a shaman. If you were able to make up your mind, they might even ask you to choose the location."

Although Chu Qianli insisted that she was not a shaman, the villagers had a completely different attitude than her, revealing an innate sense of conviction that occasionally amazed outsiders.

Chu Qianli put down the topographic map in her hand, thought for a moment, and said, "Professor Pan, can I trouble you with something?"

"What is it?"

Chu Qianli told him his thoughts.

"You want to repay this favor, right?" Pan Yicheng understood, and said thoughtfully, "That's fine, I'll think about how to tell Lao Zhou."

Except for Zhou Qu, everyone at the workstation started to discuss and finalize the details of the activities on the day of the village relocation.

Relocating a village is no small matter and cannot be completed in one day, but the villagers want to bid farewell to this place formally and hold a grand moving ceremony.

The small village that preserves the Shaman culture is about to set off and gather with other villages far away to build a brand new Shaman style folk village. This matter is also considered news in the local area. The relocation ceremony will be attended by local leaders, and even the staff of the workstation not far away have been invited.

The vegetation is sparse and the sky is clear.

In the village, people from all walks of life gathered together. The villagers will bid farewell to the old site with traditional customs. After today, they will move to the new site one after another, leaving this familiar and dangerous place.

Zhou Qu, as a representative of the project, also appeared at the ceremony. After chatting with the local leaders who had rushed over, he returned to Pan Yicheng, but suddenly discovered something unusual.

There was no one around Pan Yicheng, and the other two people were nowhere to be seen.

Zhou Qu asked suspiciously: "Where are the students you are taking care of?"

Pan Yicheng brought a large team of experts, but he was always accompanied by Chu Qianli and Tan Muxing, and Zhou Qu called him a professor leading students.

Pan Yicheng said casually, "I'm busy now."

"Don't they have a good relationship with the village? I heard from Batu that they are very popular." Zhou Qu said casually. He was wondering why the two people were absent without reason, but suddenly he caught a glimpse of a familiar face among the villagers.

The scene was divided into two groups: one group was the villagers in folk costumes, and the other group was the local leaders and staff in formal attire. Tradition and modernity gathered here to witness the departure of the village.

However, two outsiders sneaked in from the village opposite. Chu Qianli and Tan Muxing were wearing distinctive and colorful clothes and blended in with ease!

Zhou Qu was surprised: "That's not..."

Pan Yicheng pretended not to know. He looked around calmly and asked, "What?"

Zhou Qu: "Why are they standing there!?"

Pan Yicheng said calmly: "Oh, didn't you also say that they have a good relationship with the village and are particularly popular?"

Zhou Qu: “?”

At this time, the local leader took the lead to speak on stage, introducing the general situation of the future Shaman Folk Village, interrupting Zhou Qu's slightly confused thoughts.

After the leader finished his speech, the audience burst into applause and the ceremony began.

Everyone took part in the ceremony outdoors, and the villagers brought out the charcoal fire, beginning the ancient custom.

Chu Qianli was wearing a shamanic robe and folk colored ropes on her hands. She was not sure whether the method of choosing an auspicious day that she had learned was different from the traditional culture of the shamanic village, so she simply used both methods and asked Sarin and others to prepare the animal bones.

Chu Qianli took a look at the current celestial phenomena, calculated the time in her mind, and then looked at Sarin beside her.

Saran understood what she meant, so she threw the animal bones into the charcoal fire and waited for the fierce flames to roast fine lines on the bones, which turned out to be auspicious patterns.

When the older lady saw this, she was moved and bowed reverently and beat the drum at hand.

The dull sound of drums awakened the crowd, and with enthusiastic cheers, the moving ceremony officially began!

The dark-skinned indigenous people put on formal clothes today. They set out from the village entrance in a mighty procession, and will line up in a long queue to arrive at the nearby altar to bid farewell to the homeland where countless ancestors are buried.

This is a special and solemn day, and the altar is open to everyone.

Other staff members did not join the team; they walked in scattered groups beside the villagers as they moved towards the altar.

Zhou Qu followed slowly from the side. He looked at Chu Qianli and Tan Muxing who were leading the group and questioned, "Don't you feel something is wrong?"

Pan Yicheng: "It's all right, right?"

"They are dressed like this, wearing those, and walking in front." Zhou Qu stretched out his hand to gesture at the colorful rope on his wrist, and asked suspiciously, "Are you sure this doesn't cross the red line?"

Zhou Qu didn't want to cause trouble for himself, so he could only hint at it vaguely without saying it out loud like a clergyman.

Pan Yicheng smiled leisurely and said, "Students love to join in the fun and wear local specialties. The one on her hand is something she knitted herself. Haven't you seen Tan Muxing knitting in the car every day? What are you imagining?"

Zhou Qu's eyes were subtle: "...I didn't see him making it up in the car, but I saw you making it up on the spot."

The group arrived at the altar, with Chu Qianli leading the way. She accompanied Sarin and allowed the villagers to come forward one by one to worship their ancestors.

Zhou Qu was no longer surprised. He looked at Professor Pan and said calmly, "Okay, tell me, why was she able to host the ceremony? Go on, I'm listening."

Pan Yicheng threw his head to the ground and said, "What do you mean by hosting a ceremony? This is to deeply understand that the essence of religious work is mass work, and to carry out work with the ideas and methods of mass work!"①

Zhou Qu: "Old Pan, I have to say this. Although you may not be happy to hear this, you are really suitable to work in a unit like ours. Don't think about running away anymore."

"Because I am good at guiding religious believers with concepts such as unity, progress, peace and tolerance?"

"No, I just think people outside can't stand your colloquialisms."

“…”

Chu Qianli has neither public office nor party membership. At best, he is a project volunteer, and there is really nothing wrong with his participation.

Zhou Qu turned a blind eye to it. As long as the local leaders felt it was normal, he would not take the initiative to say anything.

The local leader was even quite proud of it. He even ran to Zhou Qu and excitedly introduced: "Look more, look more. It is rare to see authentic Shaman culture outside now. The Shaman Folk Village will focus on this in the future. This is the folk characteristic of our local area!"

"This kind of worship of ancestors and worship of nature is all integrated into the clothing and rituals, especially the robe of the leader, which is the most special!"

Zhou Qu nodded numbly: "Yeah, it's really quite local. Our people are actually standing in the front."

"What?"

"Nothing." Zhou Quzan said, "It's really special."

Zhou Qu was afraid of hurting the feelings of both parties, so he was embarrassed to say that the person wearing "the most special outer robe" was a foreigner. He could only listen quietly to his colleague's introduction to the local folk culture, and occasionally echoed his words.

Many years ago, shamans were born among the nature-respecting and persevering nomads. They came here under the guidance of the stars and began a stable and long village life. Now, they set out again, embarking on a new and challenging future.

Although Chu Qianli did not believe in shamanism, she still presided over the ceremony for the village.

After the grand ceremony, Chu Qianli took off the shaman robe given to her by the village and went to look for Grandma Sarin with Tan Muxing, and asked others to help pass on the message.

Chu Qianli said softly, "Because I am not a shaman, I don't know how shamans choose locations, but I have seen new places, and they will develop better in the future."

After listening to the retelling, Sarin smiled warmly and bowed to Chu Qianli to express her gratitude.

Chu Qianli quickly bowed in return.

Sarin had a kind face. She smiled and said something, but I still couldn't understand it.

Someone nearby explained: "She said that she mentioned that day that she believes that shamans are those who guide and help those around them, so you are indeed a shaman."

Chu Qianli was stunned.

Seeing this, Saren bowed to Chu Qianli again with a solemn and sincere attitude.

Chu Qianli hurriedly returned the gift.

A moment later, Saran staggered into the crowd and began to enjoy the post-ceremony feast, spending a memorable and joyful time at the old site.

After the solemn worship, there was a lively and joyful banquet. Local leaders and Zhou Qu and others were also present, enjoying the simple and enthusiastic singing and dancing of the villagers, just like a simple party.

Even a little boy in the village sang a song. After he finished singing, he blushed and left the stage amid applause, as if he was not used to performing in front of so many people.

Batu saw the little boy was about to run away again, so he quickly called him back and said to the other two: "Don't go, come here, I'll give you something."

Chu Qianli and Tan Muxing had now changed back into their regular clothes. They were sitting nearby enjoying the performance and walked to Batu's side in a daze.

Batu was well prepared. He took out three booklets and handed them to the three people respectively.

The little boy reached out and opened the album, and found that it was full of magnificent scenery, including lush grasslands, barren Gobi deserts, and black and white snowfields. Many beautiful scenes were included in the album.

Chu Qianli asked curiously: "What is this?"

"A farewell gift." Batu looked around at the three of them, crossed his arms over his chest, and said carelessly, "He's moving away, isn't he? You guys should move to a new place soon, so I told you to prepare some souvenirs."

The little boy was about to move with the village. After Chu Qianli and Tan Muxing inspected the place, they also had to change the railway work section and accompanied Professor Pan away.

Batu is not part of the expert advisory group. He often stays at the workstation for construction and will not leave until this section is basically completed.

The little boy pointed to one of the pictures and asked, "Where is this?"

"The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau." Batu glanced at the picture and added with emotion, "I felt like vomiting every day because of altitude sickness."

Tan Muxing was surprised and asked, "Were these all taken by Batu?"

Batu nodded: "Yes, these are all places where I have built roads."

Chu Qianli was shocked. She flipped through the atlas frantically and said in admiration, "This is totally not in the same place, right?"

Batu casually stroked the boy's stiff hair and said with a smile: "Although I am a little worse than him and now I can't even understand Mongolian, but I should still have inherited some of his skills."

"How is it?" Batu said cheerfully as he saw them appreciating the atlas seriously, "I can't herd on the grassland anymore, but building roads everywhere is the nature of nomads in the new era."

Tan Muxing was quite touched.

Chu Qianli: "You said this with the generosity of a prairie man."

Batu waved his hand generously: "No problem, we who ride horses to college are all so handsome!"

"So I didn't forget, I never forgot..." Batu rubbed the boy's head and said honestly, "I didn't forget even though I don't speak Mongolian. Don't tell me I forgot!"

The little boy was touched on the head by the strange uncle. He held his head pitifully and said, "I didn't say that."

Batu: "You implied me that day, and you thought I had forgotten it."

The little boy said that he would forget everything once he moved away, which left a deep impression on Batu. He always felt that he was talking about himself.

Tan Muxing saw the little boy avoiding Batu's clutches and said kindly: "He really didn't do that at that time, Batu, you think too much..."

"Absolutely." Batu watched the little boy run away, "Don't even think about running!"

The little boy ran behind Chu Qianli, trying to get rid of Batu's pursuit.

Chu Qianli put his hands on his hips righteously and said, "Don't bully children from ethnic minorities!"

Tan Muxing noticed Chu Qianli hiding behind him. He tilted his head slightly and spoke weakly, "Why are you standing behind me to uphold justice?"

She did not come forward directly, but hid behind him, like a little chick following its mother, and she was still very proud and imposing.

Batu tried to bypass Tan Muxing and tried to reach out to rescue him, saying righteously: "I am also a great friend of ethnic minorities!"

Tan Muxing was surrounded by both sides, and he felt that this scene was strangely familiar. He finally raised his arms slowly and asked tentatively: "...Is this the eagle catching the chicken?"

The sky is blue and the drums are beating softly.

Everyone was laughing and joking during the game, and the laughter could be heard from far, far away, revealing countless absurdities.