#精品长文创作季#
Stone walked away and died in a small reservoir in the east ravine, and before leaving, he rescued two children who had gone to the reservoir to skate. After saying this, 87-year-old Aunt Zhao cried loudly. She said, this stupid boy, why did he leave like this. Today is the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, so I have to leave after this year, hey!
The stone actually has a name, his name is Wu Dacong, which means that he will be smart when he grows up, and the stone is just his milk name. 73 years ago, Da Cong's parents gave birth to him and gave him the name of a stone, which means that the child's life is as hard as a stone.
This is a story that happened deep in the mountains of the southeast of Shandong. In fact, before telling this story, we must first understand the story of his parents. Wu Dacong's parents are a very ordinary couple, and it is said that when they got married, there was a legendary story. His father's name was Wu Changming, and his mother's name was Chrysanthemum.
According to the old people in the village, Wu Changming was an honest man, he had an older sister and an older brother, who fell ill when he was a child. His parents hoped that Wu Changsheng would grow up, and not die early like his sister and brother. So he named him Wu Changsheng, which means longevity and longevity.
Wu Changsheng grew up, because his family was too poor, and he didn't say anything about his last daughter-in-law when he was in his 40s. His parents left him when he was 41 years old. Coincidentally, in the second year after his parents left, Wu Changming saved a girl who asked for food in the small river at the entrance of the village. This little girl is more than 20 years younger than him, and she wants to marry a life-saver for everything. In this way, Wu Changming married this girl.
The girl didn't know where she was from, and her accent wasn't local. She didn't know where she was from, she didn't have a name, she didn't know what her name was, and how old she was. However, judging from the appearance, the age is indeed more than 20 years younger than Wu Changsheng. The people of the village saw that this girl was also good, so they chose a good day and gave them a wedding. Because the girl liked chrysanthemums, the villagers gave her a name, Chrysanthemum.
In the second year after marriage, Juhua gave birth to a boy. But the child was born frail and sickly, and seeing that he was about to be unable to live, the old man in the village said, Chrysanthemum, give the child a name, I look at it is better to call the stone, the stone is very hard, give this name, the child will be fine, Chrysanthemum and Wu Changming and the couple agreed.
Strange to say, just after giving the child the name of the stone, the child really slowly got better. When they reached the age of three or four, they found that this child was different from other people's children, except that he could eat, he didn't seem to be very smart, and when he was seven or eight years old, other people's children could go to soy sauce, and this child didn't know how to count. At this time, the old people said again, give the child a good name, Wu Dacong. Maybe you'll be smart when you grow up.
In this way, the stone called Wu Dacong's name. When Da Cong was a teenager, his parents both died of illness. This child is so pitiful, at a young age, his parents are gone. Fortunately, the people in the mountains are more practical and enthusiastic. Although the small mountain village is not big, there are more than a dozen families in the village, and the family has a mouthful of food, which feeds Dacong big.
Wu Dacong is his name, but usually people in the village call him stone, probably because he is used to it. He didn't care, in fact, he didn't know who he was. Although Da Cong looks a little silly, he has a good heart. Whoever has something to do, as long as he greets him, he goes, helps sweep the floor, pick up water, herd sheep, look at the cattle, and pick up grass, very diligently. The people in the village liked him very much.
Da Cong has a good heart, and he also shows it in other things. For example, he likes to climb mountains when he has nothing to do, and he likes to watch the clouds and birds on the mountains. Strange to say, as long as it was about to rain, he ran back to the village in advance, and told the villagers from door to door, saying that it was going to rain, and that he should quickly pack up the food and clothes, and not call it rain.
At first, no one believed his words. But one after another, the people of the village believed him. Da Cong became the weather forecaster for the villagers. If there is anything to do, the people in the village will ask him, stones, how is the weather lately, when it rains, when it snows, etc., and every time the stones will be accurately forecasted.
That year, Da Cong also saved the lives of the whole village. Here's the thing. That summer, it rained heavily for more than ten days in a row, and the mountains and ravines were full of rivers. On this day, the heavy rain still did not stop, and Da Cong told everyone not to sleep at night, if it still rained before 12 o'clock in the evening, they had to go up the mountain, otherwise the mountain would slide and wash away the house. However, the people of the village did not believe it. Because I've lived here for several lifetimes, no matter how heavy the rain is, it's okay.
That day, Da Cong didn't sleep. He climbed onto the old locust tree at the head of the village and let the rain pour over him. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and when it was almost 10 o'clock in the evening, Da Cong felt that something was wrong, and the old locust tree began to sway from side to side. He jumped off the old locust tree, ran back to the village quickly, and woke people up from house to house, telling everyone to go up the mountain quickly, saying that the village was about to be washed away by the flood.
At this time, people found that the water rushed down from the bottom of the mountain, and the buckets and farm tools in the yard were washed away by the water. Some houses began to crack in the walls. More than a dozen families, after being woken up by Da Cong, hurriedly ran to the mountain. They clung to the big trees on the mountain, for fear of being swept away by the water. That night, the whole village spent that night in fear. When the day dawned, the rain stopped, and the village below the mountain was gone. There are more than 30 people in the village, and there is no one missing. This is the credit of Da Cong.
Da Cong saved the lives of the whole village, and the people thanked him. After more than a year of construction, the villagers built a simple house with stones and had a home. At this time, Grandpa Wu, the eldest in the village, beckoned the whole village to invite Da Cong to drink, saying that Da Cong was the benefactor of the whole village. Da Cong doesn't know anything, and he won't say kind words. He eats what people eat. It's like nothing happened.
The reason why people say Da Cong is stupid is because he can't cook, he can't please people, he can't farm, he can't count, he can't read, and he knows how to giggle when he's okay all day long. Since his parents left him, Da Cong grew up eating 100 family meals. In other words, Da Cong usually eats and is fed by the people in the village. He doesn't know what to eat, as long as he can fill his stomach. The clothes are also unkempt, like asking for food.
Da Cong doesn't make money, doesn't know money, and doesn't spend money. He had never been out of a small mountain village, he only knew how to go up and down the mountain. However, when there is nothing to do, Da Cong will also go up the mountain to shave some herbs in exchange for a little money. He was taught by the elders of the village to know herbal medicine.
That year, he went up the mountain to shave some salvia, about twenty or thirty catties. He was deceived by a herb dealer who said that it was not salvia, and asked him to throw it away, but he really threw it away and let the herb dealer pick it up. The next year, the herb dealer came again, this time as if it was a conscience discovery, and gave Da Cong the salvia money he had picked up the previous year and the salvia money the following year. The herb dealer said that he hadn't slept well for a year since he deceived Da Cong when he went home, and he was in a panic when he saw Da Cong this time, and he felt that he couldn't treat him like this.
At the age of 50, Da Cong did something that the people in the village no longer thought he was stupid. On the last day of the lunar month that year, Da Cong took out the money he had saved from selling herbs, and he didn't know how much it was, anyway, it was a big bag, and he divided the money from house to house. On the other hand, I don't know how much it is, everyone took the flowers, it's useless for me to keep them, and I won't spend money, but no family wants his money. In the end, he had no choice, he found Grandpa Wu, the oldest in the village, and asked him to divide the money.
Another time, Da Cong did something that the whole village admired. Wu Laosan in the back of the village wanted to dig a well, but he spent thousands of yuan and didn't get water. I changed several places, but I couldn't get water. Da Cong was watching the excitement on the side, he said that there is no water here, and there is a well in the village, which is the old well, and there is a spring in this place, but there is no other place. If you really want to dig a well, you can only get three miles in front of the village, but people don't believe it, and in the end they dig four or five places, but no water can be drawn.
Wu Laosan did not believe in evil and asked Da Cong, where is the water in the three miles in front of the village? Da Cong said that on the hillside in the three miles in front of the village, there is a big tree, and there is a stone under that tree, and water can be drawn from the side of the stone. Wu Laotian took the well-drilling team to find the stone under the big tree and started to dig a well next to it, and as a result, after hitting five or six meters, the water really came out, just like a fountain, and the water quality was sweet and clear.
Afterwards, Da Cong told the people in the village that Wu Laosan had dug a well, but in fact, there was a water line behind the village, but if the well behind the village was hit, the old well in front of the village would be out of water, and the villagers would be in trouble to get water. He sent Wu Laosan to dig a well in the three miles in front of the village, where the water was not on the same line as the water from the old well in front of the village, and drilling the well would not affect the spring water of the old well.
After listening to Da Cong's explanation, the people in the village admired him very much, saying that he wanted the whole village to draft water. However, what makes people curious is, how did Da Cong know where there was water? Da Cong said, I don't know, it's just a blind guess. You don't believe it, you see, there is water in the ground, I can see it, I can see it wherever the water flows, the old well in our village, this water flows from behind the mountain to the front, just this underground water. After listening to Da Cong's words, people really feel that he is talking nonsense, and his eyes can go underground?
In this way, Da Cong has been living like this in the village. He never bothered anyone, and the villagers didn't seem to feel his presence. It's as if something is missing without him. Whenever it was time to eat, Da Cong would eat wherever he went, and the people in the village would treat him like a cat, a dog, a chicken, and a child.
This year, it's almost the New Year, and the children are on vacation. On the morning of the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, two young boys in the village met to play in the east ravine. Because there is a small reservoir in the east ravine, it is possible to skate on it when it freezes in winter. The two little boys were having a good time on the ice and skating was finished. So they found stones and smashed them into the holes in the ice, and they ran to the middle of the reservoir to smash them, and they were very happy when they heard the sound of the ice bursting.
Da Cong stood on the mountain, watching the two little boys playing happily, and his eyes revealed a warmth of concern. Just as the two little boys threw the stone at the ice again, the ice shattered completely, and the two little boys fell into the water. At this time, Da Cong quickly ran into the reservoir and crawled towards the two little boys. Da Cong is 73 years old this year, his movements are a little slow, he can't swim, he crawls on the ice, and says while crawling, don't be afraid, child, I'm here.
Da Cong climbed to the place where the two children fell into the water and saw that the two children were wearing very thick cotton clothes, and the water was not completely soaked and floating on the water. He helped the two children to the ice and let them slowly climb to the edge of the reservoir. When the two children climbed to the edge of the reservoir, they found that Da Cong was gone, and his torn cotton hat was floating on the water. The two children were frightened, crying and running to the village to call for someone to save Dacong.
More than half an hour passed, and the adults in the village came, but they still didn't find Da Cong. People probed with poles and hooks to probe and scooped up Dacong. At this time, Da Cong's body was already stiff and he had long been unable to breathe. Men, women, and children standing on the edge of the reservoir wept. Wu Laosan saw Da Cong, who had no breath, and didn't say a word, ran to the village to find the two children, picked up his slap and slapped him several times, and said while beating, it was you two little rabbit cubs who lost Da Cong's life.
Da Cong's life ended like this. It's a pity, but it's also a little admired. If it weren't for him, the lives of those two children would have been gone. The old people in the village, in accordance with the highest standard ceremony in the village, held a funeral for Dacong. On Chinese New Year's Eve, one person from each family stood in front of Dacong's spiritual seat and accompanied Dacong for the New Year. The two little boys, kneeling in front of Da Cong's spiritual seat, kowtowed 99 times, and red threads appeared on their foreheads, apologizing to Da Cong.
Since then, in this small mountain village, Dacong can no longer be seen. It's just that there are more stones on the mountain, and when people see the stones, they think of Dacong. Some people say that these stones are Dacong. He hasn't left yet, but he turned into a stone on the mountain and accompanied the villagers in the mountain.