Cats have catwalks, and dogs have dogwalks.
You can't go from house to house, and you have to find a local kiln to collect things.
According to the news we received before, in front of the mountain like the Dragon Tower Palace, there is a ditch called the "Dianmenmen", where dozens of families are sparsely settled.
Despite the small number of people, there are many ancient tombs, many ancient artifacts scattered among the people, and the villagers’ kangs are full of treasures.
And at the entrance of this hall, there is another Ma Laowazi.
He worked in a clay kiln in his early years and often dealt with antique dealers.
The three of them searched all the way, and when it was getting dark, they saw Ma Laowazi.
An old man in his sixties, with a face more purple than a sheep's liver and a goatee.
There are a lot of people here called Mawazi, but there are no big names for sheepherders.
They don't change their names when they get older.
At most, they add the word "老".
Ma Laowazi saw that he was from the capital, so he met Gao Ying from afar, led the way into the house, and made noodles for us to eat.
He claimed to make a living by painting New Year pictures.
He worked hard for a year and sold them for more than ten or twenty days before the New Year.
Most of the food and drink throughout the year came from the paintings.
Ma Laowazi's door-god paintings are very good.
The door-gods in the house are bright red and green, and there is no place for anyone who comes in to stay.
After a while, Ma Laowazi brought it over and filled a big bowl for each person.
The fat man devoured the food in three mouthfuls.
He wiped his mouth and turned to Da Jinya: "I came all the way to this poor mountain valley.
I was so tired that I couldn't pry the garlic under my feet with my tweezers.
I didn't come here just to eat noodles.
You said you're usually quite talkative, why did you turn into a mouthless gourd and a fool when you were serving your rice bowl?
Ask Ma Laowazi if they have any good stuff here."
After I entered the house, I looked around.
I saw that Ma Laowazi was very poor.
There was nothing extra in the house.
They were all New Year paintings of the Door God.
Before Big Jinya could say anything, I asked Ma Laowazi: "I see the door god you painted.
Not only are there the common Yuchi Gong and Qin Shubao, but there are also two black donkeys posted on the donkey door.
What kind of custom is that?"
According to past superstitious legends, zombies pounce on living people and will only let go when they hear the braying of a black donkey.
Therefore, those who fight against the enemy should wear "black donkey hooves".
I only heard that the bastard bites people, but won't let go until the donkey brays.
I wonder if the legend that zombies are afraid of donkey brays comes from here.
However, in folklore, the donkey-headed general can subdue monsters.
In the past, droughts often occurred, and in places where droughts occurred, there were often temples of the donkey-headed general.
They were usually small temples with not much incense.
There were many superstitions in the northeast and northwest. , but I have never seen anyone use a donkey as a doorkeeper.
The common contents of Guanzhong New Year pictures are either the door god and the kitchen god, with a painted face and a square face, a clean face and a square Bi, or bangs playing with a golden toad, Wang Xiaoer hugging a big fish, or the three stars of good fortune, wealth and longevity, as well as the warehouse god and the cow and horse king. .
It makes sense that the King of Ox and Horse blesses a good harvest, but there are many black donkeys in Ma Laowazi's house of New Year pictures.
I can't even think about it.
Two black donkeys are painted on the door.
What's going on?
Donkeys live in the same house.
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Ma Laowazi grew up in Qingshangouzi, and he had all the local superstitious folklore in his stomach.
He said that the customs at the entrance of the temple were weird, and a black donkey was painted to block the door.
This was to prevent the dead from entering, and the water and soil in Guanzhong Strong and thick, dead people buried for hundreds of years will become evil after a hundred years and evil after a thousand years.
They will grow long hair all over their bodies.
They will hide in graves during the day and go out to eat people in the middle of the night.
This is called "hair-covered evil".
The fat man said: "Mother Ma, don't come here with me.
I really don't believe it.
The dead people buried at the entrance of the palace are also the landowners who have eaten stick noodles for their entire lives.
What tricks can they do?"
"Intestines come" Da Jinya heard that Ma Laowazi had something to say, and winked at us.
I nodded in understanding, handed Ma Laowazi another cigarette, and asked him to continue.
Ma Laowazi said that the black donkey he painted to block the door, with chicken blood and cinnabar used in the color, could ward off evil spirits, and was a masterpiece for hundreds of miles around.
When someone talks about painting well in the local dialect, it is often said to be "painting a drum well".
Just like the things in this painting will inflate, come to life, and walk off the painting.
But his skills are not as good as his grandfather's.
His grandfather is really good at painting drums.
His paintings are more realistic than real ones.
His skills are so miraculous that no one knows about them.
His grandfather painted a donkey and hung it in the house.
In the middle of the night, when the moon was bright and the stars were thin, the donkey in the painting would come down.
Someone peeked outside the house and saw this donkey, with straight ears, white mouth, white hooves and white eye sockets.
The whole body was black.
It was covered with satin, but the New Year picture was just a blank piece of paper.
This drum-drum treasure passed down from his ancestors Paintings, once a year, have been passed down for hundreds of years, and they are still there today.
They are the heirlooms of his Ma Laowazi.
After saying that, he got up and went into the back room, rummaging through the boxes and cabinets to find his ancestral treasure paintings.
Big Gold Tooth's eyes shone brightly, and he came closer to me and said, "Master Hu, did you hear that?
Mr.
Ma has precious paintings here."
I said: "Do you believe that he is talking nonsense and it's no good to hit someone?
He has a treasure painting that can play drums, and he still lives in this shabby cold kiln."
The fat man said: "Hey, this Cang Sun, he is advertising by co-writing":