Hometown, a sigh
On March 14, 1972, in this remote and poor village of Niigata, I was born on the earthen kang of the old house. Listening to my mother, I was thin and small at that time, and everyone thought I couldn't feed. By the first year of age, other people's children were toddlers, and I couldn't even sit, but could only lie on the kang every day. My mother did not have enough milk due to the hardships of life, and an aunt of the family came to feed me a few bites after feeding her child, which extended my life.
The village of Xinyan should have been founded at the end of the Kangxi Dynasty or the beginning of the Yongzheng Dynasty. It is about 2670 years ago. There is an ancient well in this village, which was left by Wei Zhongxian in the late Ming Dynasty to mine barite mines, and there is water flowing into the Jing River in summer, which never dries up and moisturizes Changze! With this well, there was the later village of Niigata. Wei Zhongxian was the most famous eunuch in the late Ming Dynasty, nine thousand years old, who had power to the opposition, but also blessed the Ming Dynasty for many years, and the Ming Emperor believed in Taoism and lived long with alchemy medicine. Therefore, Wei Zhongxian went out to search for "tribute stones", and when he traveled to the nanshan of the present-day village of Xinyan, he found that there was a vision appearing, and the double spring flowed water, and it was concluded that there were tribute stones, so he mobilized craftsmen to mine, and for a long time became a deep well, and since then the well water has watered a large area of land, and people have gathered to form a village.
In front of the village is a hilly ridge, we call it Nanling, that is where the tribute stone was mined, when I was a child, it was a big orchard, mostly pear trees, there are red sand pears, long handful pears, the best thing to eat is red sand pears, a big taste of sweet, a bite full of sweet water, long handfuls of pears ripe will become golden, soft, fragrant. There are also some apples and peach trees.
The team headquarters of the side business team (there were four teams in the whole village at that time, one, two and three teams and the side business team) was also here, and the house of the team site was made of green bricks, and the green bricks on the east hill also had lotus flowers, and the workmanship was very delicate, and now it is not possible to see it. There is a machine well house in the west, which has a set of polishing equipment, a diesel engine with a large wheel, when it is started, one person breaks the big flywheel with his hand, and the other person shakes it with a rocker, and with a bang, the machine starts, and the sound is deafening. When the noodles are not polished, water is pumped from the well, and the sweet well water can be directly drunk, and later tested to meet the standard of natural mineral water. I remember that a publication in Zhucheng reported that after drinking this water, the beauty and wisdom increased, so the boys in my village were handsome, the girls were beautiful, the children were smart, and the adults had brains.
There are two stone canals behind the well house, like two stone dragons, one to the north, until the back of the village, which can water the land behind the family, and one to the east, watering the land in the east of the family, nourishing our village. It's no longer visible.
There are two major surnames in the village, Zhu and Zhang, and there are also several different surnames, all of which are single-door. The famous "legend of Liang Zhu" happened here in us, and in the past, those who sang opera were not allowed to sing "Liang Zhu" here. My brother-in-law's house is the village of Lizhang on the quhe river, and there is a tall tomb on the north bank of the quhe river, which is said to be the tomb of "Liang Zhu". When I was a child, I often played by the river, and I also played hide-and-seek on the edge of Liang Zhu's tomb, and often pulled out some flowery and green cloth from a hole in the grave. The legend of China's "Liang Zhu" has always been contested, but it is rare to see such a definite historical site as the old home. Contemporary historians basically believe that the liang zhu prototype is a real love story that happened in Zhucheng, and there are real village names, actual locations, and more character archetypes, origins and still unmarried sayings, which are more complete and more credible than the legends of other regions.
From the time I have memories until my grandparents died, they have always been the image of the elderly. Grandpa was a big man, wore a felt hat all year round, a white beard, kind eyebrows, a standard northerner, a calloused hand, feet full of (boils), and a loud voice. When I was a child, I was with my grandparents all day, I didn't feel precious, I understood things, and they were really old. Whenever there is a Chinese New Year's Eve, with the elderly, children can not talk nonsense. Grandpa always said two sentences "one night is two years old, five is divided into two years", and in the father's generation, it is often said that "loyalty is passed down from generation to generation, and poetry and books are long". Grandma was a little foot, a love of talking, and always had a kind smile on her face. Grandma's name was Liu Yaoqin, qinghe village on the west side of the canal river, and it was a wealthy family, too young at that time to forget whether it had been there. I only remember that my grandmother's family came to visit her every holiday, and I forgot what the relationship was. After the grandparents died, they stopped moving. (The Qu River is also known as the Huan River and the Qing River.) It originates from Juxian Mountain. Checked the information, it turned out that the name of the village of Grandma's mother's family was named after Qinghe, and several of my aunts lived on the canal river, all downstream of Grandma's house, which was arranged by Grandma in the dark.
There is a Yue Gezhuang village five miles away from the village, when I was a child, I liked to go with my grandfather to catch Yue Ge Zhuang set, you can drink a bowl of fragrant mutton soup, it is indeed soup, there is no meat at all, almost New Year's Day, Grandpa said to take me to catch Yue Ge Zhuang "mountain", I was confused, catch "mountain" what is it? So I waited every day, waited, and finally arrived, catching the "mountain" or a bowl of sheep soup. At the mountain meeting, there were more people who sold didi gold and firecrackers, and at that time, the firecrackers could be taken apart and sold, and Grandpa would usually buy me a few and buy a few drip gold. In the past few years, when I go to my grandfather's grave, I will definitely buy a few salutes to put them on, so that his old man will be happy.
In front of the old house is three small grass huts, living in one of my grandfathers and grandmothers, the old man is learned, specifically what merits have been tested, forget, only remember the stomach is full of stories, we call this "blind talk", there is a slip of the tongue is like this: blind talk, two acres of seed melons on the windowsill. The newborn child came to steal the melon, and his waist was flattened twenty-three. The deaf man listened, the blind man watched, and the paralyzed bone went to Duan ... The back is still very long, forget. After going to school, I recognized the words, saw a book, and realized that most of the stories of the grandfather were in this book, called "Stone Door Open". Every day I saw my grandfather reading, a lot of age, clean, polite, Confucian style. The eyes are not flowery, and the ears are a little back. Grandma was not impressed. I remember that the old man was ignited with straw, the hut was also very clean, not very tall, white face, slender fingers, talking and quiet. The courtyard wall is made of stone, only half a person high, only blocking gentlemen.
There are a few tall persimmon trees behind the old house yard, after the autumn, the trees are full of red, ripe persimmons do not need to bite, with teeth to bite the skin, suck hard, delicious, but unfortunately I can't go up at that time, I can only wait for the big cousin of Xuelin to eat enough on the tree to take a few down to relieve the hunger. There are also two rows of elm, and when spring arrives, the elm money full of trees is really delicious and delicious. At that time, the Elm money was very thick, a large handful, and the pockets were full. How nice it would be for those trees to exist! In the garden of the second large backyard there is a flat willow, there is a thick arm, we call it a swallow tree, its flowers or seeds are bunched in a bunch, and the live is a row of small swallows. Every summer, from the bottom of the tree all the way to the treetops are all knots, densely packed, but it is difficult to catch, very canopy, as soon as there is movement, it will all fly, and it will be full again. At that time, the harvest of myxotic tumors was very large, and at noon they stuck a long bunch, pickled and fried, and sprayed incense. There are also a lot of plane trees, and not warehouse, trees call them "half a pound", a sticky down, they will climb a climb, do not fly, may be sycamore sap, reluctant to leave, of course, most of them have become our plate delicious. Then there is a small pond, we call it the bay, there are seventy or eighty square sizes, there will be water when the summer rain is heavy, there will be fish running down the river, crucian carp or some grass raw fish, there was a time when there were a lot of "melon watermelon croissant honey", most of them dried up.
The first one on the east side of the bay was The house of Uncle Gao Yunfeng, who was a big tall and majestic look. There were several large jujube trees in his family, a few of which were particularly large, and the dates were also particularly large and sweet, fat and long, and we called them lying dates, and some small ones were the descendants of large jujube trees, and the dates were a little smaller, and now they were gone. If you want to, it is all a rarity, and it is a pity to think about it. At that time, there was no photographic equipment, so it would be best to leave a few images.
Speaking of photographs, there are several photos that impressed me, one is a three-big riding photo, and later painted with color, green military uniform, jujube red horse, three big sitting on horseback, holding their heads high, feeling very imposing. One is a photo of me and my brother, at that time a team of small reservoirs, next to a row of poplar trees, this photo also has, wearing the pants of Uncle Fang Lai and Uncle Fang Wei borrowed, yellow velvet. It's been more than thirty years. Another photo is of Grandpa next to the well in the courtyard, with a white towel on his shoulder, a felt hat on his head, a spirit of courage, and a white-bearded old man. Can't find it. Later, I heard Jiugu say that she still had it, and when she had time, she would make a copy.
Jiugu, she is my youngest aunt, not a few years older than me, because growing up together, the feelings are deeper than those of other aunts. On the day jiugu got married, I followed it, sitting on the most advanced means of transportation in the village at that time, a two-cylinder tractor, driving as if it were Jacky Cheung's eldest brother, and came back at night crying. Jiugu married into the village of Jingshan Hou, next to Yan Driving Mountain. There is a beautiful legend about Yan driving mountain.
According to legend, during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, two treasures were produced here. First, there was a Jingliang on Jingshan Mountain. Jingshan is named after the thorn tree. Wattle is a deciduous shrub with hard wood but short tree shape. However, at that time, a tall and stout thorn tree grew here, because it was a strange tree, it was transported to the capital as a pillar of the imperial palace. Second, there was a jade seal in the jade spring. No matter how thick the paper is, stamp one on the first sheet, and each of the following ones can see a clear seal, and this square jade seal has also spread to the capital.
When Qianlong went down to Jiangnan, he decided to personally come here to see this magical land, and by the way, he also saw the hometown of Liu Yong, the current prime minister. Liu Yong was a famous minister of the Qianlong Dynasty, because he was born luo pot waist, and the hometown people affectionately called it Liu Luo pot. Liu Xiang is resourceful and single-minded for the people. He considered that while the Emperor was thinking of my hometown, it was a good thing. But wherever an emperor goes, he will build roads and bridges and build palaces, and he will have to work hard and hurt the people and money. In order to prevent the emperor from going out to harass the people, he went to Qianlong and said, "The emperor must not go to Zhucheng." ”
"Why?"
Liu Yong calmly said, "The place in the subject's hometown is the most familiar to the minister, and it is too far from the capital." ”
"I'll go in the car."
"Along the way, there are Skyscraper Ridge and Yama's Nose, and there is also a 'Smashing Car Ridge', which cannot be used by any car, and when you get there, the car will be broken." "Then I'll go by boat."
"Down the hill is the crow bay where the goose feathers are soaked, and even the goose feathers have to be soaked at the bottom, let alone boats."
When Qianlong heard this, it was strange, it was not possible to take a car, and it was not possible to take a boat. "I don't take the car, I don't make the boat, I want to find a way to go."
Liu Luoguo replied, "The minister still has one more matter, and he does not dare to report it." ”
Qianlong Ye said, "But it doesn't hurt to play." ”
Liu Luoguo said: "There is still a small earth peak here, which is not very high. But I don't know from which era it came down, but it was called Yan Driving Mountain. The subject was afraid that this place name would collide with the holy car. ”
When the emperor heard it, there were smashing car ridges, Yan Driving Mountain, and the crow bay where goose feathers were soaked, and this place was also too godly, so he did not dare to venture forward.
Because of Liu Yong's obstruction, the local people were saved from the suffering of labor. Smashing Car Ridge, Yan Driving Mountain, and Ya'er Bay were also named after this and passed down to future generations. So far, within a few hundred miles of Jingshan Mountain, people will praise Liu Yong--The good things that Liu Luoguo has done for the local people will be praised to this point.
Despite Liu Yong's exhaustion, Qianlong secretly came to Zhucheng. When he arrived at Jingshan, he paid a private visit and did not find the place names that Liu Yong said, which made him understand Liu Yong's intentions. So I spent the night on Jingshan Mountain, and the next day I bypassed zhucheng county, turned a large circle from kong gezhuang village to the west, entered the Huanghua belt, went straight to Zangjiagou in Taolin Town, passed through Jinma Road, and entered the territory of Jiangsu. Listening to Jiugu, there was originally a temple on Jingshan Mountain, and I don't know if it was the place where Qianlong lived for a night. Recently, I met a friend on the Internet, saw my article, said that she is pressed bay village, because the terrain is too low-lying, immigrated to Huangjiawa village, and told me the original location of pressure bay village, wait for time, must go to see.
At that time, the old house was a wall made of mud, half a meter thick, and every new year, a layer of newspaper would be pasted on the wall to increase the freshness, and the roof was a shelf made of sorghum straw, which was also a layer of newspaper paste every year. Lying on the pit, I would often read the headlines in those newspapers, such as "Class struggle is the program, the rest are resolutely fighting back against the right-leaning trend of overturning the case" and so on. Some newspaper grades are actually color versions, and they will be picked out and used as New Year painting stickers. At that time, the New Year paintings were rarely pasted with paste, most of them were nailed to the wall with the poles at the top of the sorghum, which could be continued to be used in the next year, and they could also be used to look like shoes or clothes, and my mother had saved a lot of this kind of thing. The windows of the old house are still composed of that kind of wooden lattice, and the window edges are wooden, prismatic, and mostly painted red. Window paper is brushed with oil during the New Year, which is a little brighter. Then the film was used for a while. There is a vent on the window that can be rolled up, and the reel is generally glued with a straw stick, which can observe the outside situation and can also be ventilated. During the New Year, the windows will be glued with red window flowers, that kind of paper-cut, red and lustrous, many patterns, there are flying bats, all kinds of lingering flowers, roosters, etc., vivid. My eldest concubine would cut window flowers, and now that she is older, she can't cut them. The roof is made of wheat straw embryos, and after the snow falls in winter, the snow will take a long time to melt, unlike the current tile house, there will be no snow for two or three days. Because the water drips down every day, the sky is cold, and it will form a long ice lingzi, so we will get it down, as a sword that is dangling in the ming, to fight a three-britain battle Lü Bu, Guan Gong to fight Qin Qiong, and not afraid to freeze the hands red. The longest ice can be more than two meters long, the shorter one is lined up on the eaves, and from time to time it will fall off a piece, if you just happen to catch up, drop in the neck, the taste is really refreshing.
I remember that the most frequently played game at that time was the fight between the east head child and the west head child, which happened almost every day, sometimes in the morning, sometimes in the evening. Most of the battles are long-distance combat, and there are few melee battles, everyone is familiar with it, and close combat is difficult to start. Led by a few older children, personnel on both sides armed with various weapons, (mainly stones, bricks, tiles), etc., at the sound of an order, the battle began. When the head is broken and bleeding often, then the adults come forward, and the beaten and beaten are all beaten. There are also traitors in the middle, and when the situation is not strong, I have also served, mainly because the boss of the east head is my cousin, Zhang Xueliang.
Know what the entertainment was then? The first is to watch a movie, the second is to listen to the radio, and the other is to perform in the rural drama class during the New Year's Festival.
Watching movies is a favorite of men and women, young and old, and a movie is played in several villages at the same time, called running movies. There are also special order maintenance, called the field. Usually, the militia company commander of the village is served, and the person in my village is actually a star - Jacky Cheung's eldest brother.
As soon as we arrived at the village, there was a movie, and our task was to occupy the place. Each person is stoned in a circle, which is where the whole family watches movies at night. In order to occupy the place, there are often fights between the partners, but as soon as the movie is released, it is over. Watching the movie, you can also make a tour to see if the neighboring partner's home has crossed the line, and now that you want to come, it is really cute and ridiculous. I remember that I went to the farthest village to see a movie for more than a dozen miles, and I had to walk in the middle of the night. I wasn't too tired at the time. On the road, they often pretend to be scary. My three big ones love to do this the most. The ghosts he said were quite scary, I remember the most frightening thing is called the bare face, he said that the bare side is a white face, just a small mouth, nothing else, walk in front of you, you shout, it will turn back, hehe a smile, now think about it is quite scary. There is also a "broken cotton jacket" called "Dang", and there are more. Movies are mostly battle films, and when the five stars that radiate brilliance to the surroundings of the Bayi Film Studio appear, accompanied by a loud opening music, it means that the film starts immediately.
My family bought a radio, Bengbu production, these two words, the people in the village did not know, and finally one of my cousins, back to high school to know. At that time, Liu Lanfang's "Biography of Yue Fei" was a must-hear, and yue fei Qin's servant Zhang Bangchang, Niugao Jin Wushu and other characters remained in my mind ever since. Later, there were Yang Jiajian, Harbin at night, and so on.
Then there was TV, black and white, the most impressive TV series is the Eight Immortals Across the Sea, often while watching and thinking, if it is a color TV, what will the picture look like? There are only a few in the village, and when it comes to playing TV dramas, it is similar to playing movies. Every time people with tVs can't sleep most of the night, they finally close the door early and don't let them watch. Then go to see it one at a time, and as soon as the door is opened, you will go in immediately, regardless of whether people like it or not.
At that time, there were also some Maolu theater troupes, and there would be performances during the New Year's Festival, when the market was set up to catch the mountain. The most famous is the Mao cavity troupe in Jiaozhou, I remember that when I was in TangDi GeZhuang, I heard Zhang Meixiang sing luo yi ji, that dress up and sang, around the liang for three days, endlessly into the ear, still unforgettable.
Now I rarely go back to my hometown, but the mountains, the water, and that person in my hometown often come to mind, and those unfinished feelings and unforgettable memories are just a sigh in the quiet memory.
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