Chapter 1107
Father and Daughter Clash
Chapter 1107 Father and Daughter Clash
Of course, they did not accept everything from the Han people; for example, they were very dissatisfied with some aspects of Han culture.
These minority groups all have their own cultural customs; they selectively accept some and resist others.
The Han people are best at learning and integrating.
Learn from the other party's strengths, and then find ways to help them correct their weaknesses.
For example, among the Daur people, they respect the elderly and care for the young. Elders are allowed to start eating first; young people must dismount and bow to elders when they see them on the road; and elders are expected to walk ahead of them when walking…
This strict etiquette is based on patriarchy and reinforces the patriarchal order through these rituals.
Among the Daur people, there is a clear division of labor between men and women. Men are responsible for heavy labor such as farming, herding, and hunting, while women are confined to specific areas of activity and are responsible for housework, childcare, and gardening, providing stable support for men from the rear.
Therefore, within the Daur ethnic group, women are clearly placed in a subordinate position and are required to abide by the behavioral norms of elders and men. For example, during meals, women are not only responsible for adding dishes and serving rice, but also for eating last.
However, the Oroqen and Hezhe ethnic groups, which also have many members, are relatively equal and closer to the culture of the Han people of the Ming Dynasty.
Both men and women from both ethnic groups participate in labor, but with different roles. They both do what they can, so women's status is not low.
As a result, after Heilongjiang's rapid development, the two ethnic groups were the first to integrate into the region, with a large number of people entering the workshops. Men went to steel mills, while women went to textile workshops.
They worked alongside Han Chinese women, and when they returned home, they educated their children, encouraging them to study hard so that they could go to the capital to take the imperial examinations. The best outcome would be if they could cultivate Taoism like the Imperial Preceptor, attaining the Great Tao and serving the country.
The Daur people were displeased to see so many women on the streets. Some members of the tribe strictly prevented the women in their families from having contact with Han people. They even refused to hire female weaving teachers when they were asked to teach the tribe. However, they did not want male teachers to teach the women in the tribe, fearing that they would corrupt the women.
Unable to advance or retreat in this way, they simply stopped learning textiles and preferred to spend more money to buy cloth.
Pan Yun brought Zhu Jianji along, firstly to show him the impact of changes in productive forces on production relations;
Secondly, we should observe the integration of ethnic groups and encourage him to think about how to ensure harmony and unity among all ethnic groups in the future.
At that moment, they were sitting at a tea stall when they saw a Daur father rushing towards them from afar. He quickly reached into the haystack behind the tea stall and pulled out a dirty eleven or twelve-year-old child.
The child was wearing a tattered fur coat and a huge hat that almost completely covered his face.
During the struggle, her hat fell off, and only then did everyone realize that she was a girl.
Her father grabbed her and started scolding her loudly, babbling on and on.
Zhu Jianji asked uncertainly, "Teacher, is this Khitan language?"
Pan Yun nodded: "It is one of the languages of Khitan. The Daur people are a group of people descended from Khitan. Their language has something in common with the Khitan language taught by the Honglu Temple."
Zhu Jianji felt the words sounded familiar, but he couldn't understand a single word.
Pan Yun smiled when she saw his confused expression. The Daur father, dragging his little girl, passed by behind her. Without turning her head, she reached out and grabbed the little girl's hand.
Guo Bule's wrist was grabbed, and he struggled but couldn't break free. He looked at the woman sitting there in surprise. She was wearing a Taoist robe, and there was a sword beside her. A black cat was crouching next to the sword, and a little boy of about eight or nine years old was sitting opposite her. His heart skipped a beat.
Guobule came from a well-off family and was a warrior of his tribe. He was also quite knowledgeable. The two of them were dressed in fine clothes. A woman traveling with a child could get away with it without incident, which meant either that they had a powerful force protecting them in secret or that they were very capable themselves.
Regardless of the type, such people are not to be trifled with.
Guo Bule suppressed his temper and said in broken Chinese, "Master, this is my daughter."
Pan Yun looked the little girl up and down, glanced at Guo Bule, and said, "You two are incompatible. She will ruin your future, and you will ruin her life. Although you are father and daughter, you are enemies. She accidentally gave you both a way out, so why do you want to block that way out?"
Guo Bule was stunned for a moment, then angrily said, "Nonsense! Don't think that just because you're a Taoist priest you can spread rumors and mislead the public. Believe me or not, I'll report you to the authorities."
Pan Yun withdrew his hand and said indifferently, "It's no use suing me. I am not a sorcerer. On the contrary, if you do not listen to me and insist on taking your daughter back, you will not only miss the Warrior Chief competition this year, but also in three years and six years from now. Once you miss these three competitions, you will be too old to participate again."
"This will hinder your future, and your daughter will fall into a den of wolves and tigers because of you, suffer beatings and insults, and eventually die a violent death."
Guo Bule was taken aback.
The little girl in his arms suddenly raised her head and stared intently at Pan Yun.
The two locked eyes, and Guobule Wuyun suddenly threw himself into Pan Yun's arms, kneeling on the ground and clinging to her: "Immortal, please save me! Father, I don't want to marry Hatu! He will kill me! He will definitely kill me!"
"What nonsense are you spouting!" Guobule's face turned ashen as he shouted angrily, "Hatu is the most powerful warrior among the younger generation. He can give you the best life; his abilities will ensure you have no worries about food and clothing!"
Pan Yun reached out and pinched the little girl's chin, lifting her up to examine her closely. His expression was indifferent: "Indeed, you have no worries about food and clothing, but you are beaten every five days and given a small beating every day. Today your hand is dislocated, tomorrow your back is broken. You will die from the beatings in less than three years. Until the day you die, you have never suffered from hunger or cold."
Wu Yun shivered under Pan Jun's grasp, hugging her even tighter. She turned to look at her father with teary eyes, repeatedly crying out, "Father—Father—save me, save me! I don't want to die, I don't want to die—"
Guobul was furious, his cheeks puffed up, and after a moment he gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, you won't marry Hatu, you can go back and marry Wuenqi."
Wuyun shook her head repeatedly: "Father, please let me stay in the city to learn a skill. I want to learn weaving from the Han people. I, I don't want to get married now."
"No!" Guobul shouted, "Han people will only corrupt you. If you want to learn something, go back and learn it from your mother!"
"You're lying! You also learned farming from the Han people, bought Han farming tools, accepted seeds from Han officials, and even learned how to build houses and kang beds from them. And you still say that Han things are good!"
"You!" Guo Bule was so angry at his daughter for talking back to him in public that he raised his hand. Zhu Jianji, who had been staring at him with wide eyes, jumped up and shouted, "How dare you! I won't allow you to hit her again!"
Zhu Jianji was already displeased, and a spark of justice ignited in his heart. He reached out and pulled the little girl up, glaring at Guo Bule: "My teacher said that you and your daughter are incompatible. She also said that she doesn't want to get married. If you really love your daughter, you should find a way to keep her safe. Instead, you keep forcing her to get married. You are simply unworthy of being a father."
(End of this chapter)