In Puyan Street, Binjiang District, Hangzhou, there was once a village called Shijian Lou Village, as the name suggests, in the past, someone built ten buildings here. But why did he build ten buildings? It turns out that this is a story about picking up gold.
At the end of the Ming Dynasty, there was a ferry port in the area of Shijian Lou Village, and there were often people who left by boat or returned from ashore, studying, earning a living, visiting relatives and friends... As many people come and go, some small traders stop here to do small business and attract customers. There lived a fu mother-in-law at the ferry, and her children were married. She was idle, so she set up a table at the door and set up a small stall to sell rice dumplings to survive. Grandma Fu is already in her fifties, and she is still numb in doing things, no worse than young people. The guests who came and went said that the rice dumplings wrapped by Fu Mother-in-law were big and delicious, and they could withstand hunger when they ate the rice dumplings, which was just right.
Early this morning, the weather was clear, and Grandma Fu had already opened the door to start a business. Soon, the first batch of rice dumplings steamed out of the pot, the sweet smell spread everywhere, waiting for the boat people could not help but look back, they inhaled the aroma and kept admiring the "good fragrance and good fragrance", while taking out a copper plate from their arms to buy rice dumplings. In front of the stall, from time to time, some people carry a few rice dumplings to leave, they say, the rice dumplings are hot, you can stay on the road and eat again. A young man waiting for the boat looked at the river for a while, but he didn't see the shadow of the boat. He went to the door of Grandma Fu, put his luggage on the small table, took out his money bag, bought a few rice dumplings, and planned to sit and eat before leaving. The early morning river breeze blew through, he slowly untied the thin brown rope tied to the rice dumplings, used chopsticks to pluck the rice dumpling leaves, and clipped a piece of rice dumplings to eat, what a sweet and refreshing rice dumpling. "Delicious! It was delicious! The lad praised. Grandma Fu looked in the direction of the ferry, and looked at him with a smile: "Don't worry, eat slowly, the boat has not yet come." ”
Zongzi is easy to sell, And Grandma Fu is very busy, she put the wrapped zongzi into the pot and steamed, and then busied herself with taking out the rinsed rice dumpling leaves from the wooden barrel and continuing to wrap the zongzi. She folded and rotated three slender rice dumpling leaves in her hand, making the rice dumpling leaves into a funnel shape, she held this "funnel" in her left hand, scooped a spoonful of soaked glutinous rice with a spoon in her right hand, put it in, and then folded the remaining part of the rice dumpling leaves on the glutinous rice, so that the rice dumplings rotated around the "funnel", closed, and a beautiful rice dumpling was formed. She pulled down a thin rope, wrapped the rice dumplings in a circle, tied them, and then made the next one. While eating zongzi, the young man stared at it with wide eyes, from childhood to adulthood, he had eaten zongzi many times, but he would never wrap zongzi, it turned out that zongzi was made in this way. I was in a daze when someone at the ferry shouted, "Sail the boat!" Grandma Fu and the young man hurriedly looked up, and sure enough, the boatman had already removed the springboard and was about to pull up the rudder. The young man quickly shouted in panic, "Wait! Wait a minute! He shoved the last half of the rice dumplings into his mouth, lifted his luggage and ran over quickly. At the last moment of the ship's shore, he finally jumped on the boat!
After Grandma Fu wrapped the rice dumplings in her hand, she came to clean up the dishes. Suddenly, she was surprised to find that the boy's money bag was still on the table! She hurriedly grabbed her money bag and shouted toward the river, but the water was rushing, and the boat had gone so far that she could hear her cry. Fu Mother-in-law was very sad, she looked at the river out of her mind, regretting that she forgot to remind the guests to take the boat, delaying the people not to say, this silver fell, how anxious should people be. She looked at the money bag in her hand, what a beautiful money bag, and there were a few blue tassels on it. The young man just found that the money bag was dropped, and he will definitely come back to get it, right? Thinking of this, she hung her money bag on the pillar in the doorway.
On this day, Grandma Fu sold a lot of rice dumplings. Whenever a group of guests came ashore, she looked at them one by one to see if the young man had returned. However, he waited until it was dark, and the man did not come again. Grandma Fu constantly blamed herself: It was really stupid, if she didn't go to wrap the rice dumplings at that time, but helped the guests pay attention to the boat, people would not panic, nor would they forget the money bag... Thinking of this, Grandma Fu was almost sad to die, and she didn't know what to do if the young man couldn't find the money bag, what to eat, where to live, and whether to bring so much money to the emergency.
Day by day, Grandma Fu looked at the ferry that docked, and looked at the people who came ashore again and again, and the guests came in batches and batches, but still did not see the young people of that day. Every morning, Grandma Fu first hung the money bag on the pillar, and the day's business was done, and the last thing she did was to pack the money bag.
Many people at the ferry port heard Grandma Fu talk about the money bag, but in the vast sea of people, no one even knew their surname or name, and where to help find the lost owner. While eating rice dumplings, they joked with Grandma Fu: "No one has come to find money for such a long time, which means that It is the Heavenly Lord who sees your old man too hard and sends you money." Someone else quipped, "You've got the money!" Your broken house can also be replaced. Every time at this time, Grandma Fu always shook her head and said, "Which line, the one that is from the people is the one who is from the family." How can you take it for yourself? She looked at the river beach and continued, "I remember the boy's appearance, and as long as he came, I would recognize him." ”
In the blink of an eye, three years have passed. One day, a ship that had never been seen before docked at the ferry, and then a group of retinues came ashore surrounded by a richly dressed man. They laughed and laughed and walked all the way. Grandma Fu looked at the man in charge, he was tall, his face was dark, and there was a simple smile between his eyebrows. It's him! It's still the same as it used to be! Grandma Fu stopped her work, walked over excitedly, stretched out her trembling hand, and tightly grasped the man's hand: "You, you can come back!" The entourage was stunned, and the man was also surprised, and smiled and said to Grandma Fu, "Your old man still remembers me, three years ago I was on a boat here, and I ate your rice dumplings." ”
"Recognize it, how did you come back, your money bag fell off, I have been waiting for you to come back and get it." Grandma Fu said as she turned around. She removed the money bag from the pillar, her hand trembling, and placed the money bag in the man's hand.
The man opened his mouth wide and stared at the money bag, the blue tassel still there, but somewhat faded, which he had carefully selected from a needle and thread stall. Three years ago, his father died of a violent illness, and before he died, he told him to sell his property and go to his uncle. He had lost his mother at an early age and had no other relatives here. After burying his father and selling his property, he set off by boat that early that morning to Hangzhou to join his uncle. He told Grandma Fu that when he arrived in Hangzhou, he found that the money bag was missing. Fortunately, he found his uncle in time, and with his uncle's financial support, he worked diligently to do business and had made a lot of money, and he came back this time to go to the grave of his parents.
At this time, there were already many people around, and some people laughed and said: "It turns out that this prince lost his money bag, look at this style, no wonder he is not in a hurry to lose money." Then someone told him, "You've made Grandma Fu anxious, and you're here every day looking at the ferry, waiting for you to come back." The boy listened to the people talking nonsense, laughed but did not answer, and just sat and ate the rice dumplings slowly. After the rice dumplings were finished, he smiled: "It turns out that the mother-in-law's surname is Fu, and I never thought that the silver money in this money bag could be retrieved, I gave it all to Mother-in-law Fu, everyone said okay?" The crowd was stunned, and then, invariably, clapped their hands. But Grandma Fu panicked: "Oh, this can't be done, it can't be done, this is yours, how can I ask for it?" "Gongzi resolutely wants to give, Fu Mother-in-law resolutely does not accept, both of them have said a lot of kind words, in the end who this money belongs to, but there is still no conclusion." There was a lot of discussion, and they didn't know who to persuade to take the money. Suddenly, someone said loudly: "You two don't argue, I'll come up with an idea, take this money to build a few houses, Grandma Fu can live in a few, and the other people who cross the river to shelter from the wind and rain is also a beautiful thing to do good deeds and accumulate virtue." The two didn't argue, and everyone else said it was a good idea.
A few days later, the prince went to the grave and found a good craftsman. He told the craftsmen: "All the silver in the money bag is used to repair houses and build houses, until it is used up." "When the work began, the villagers in a radius of ten miles came to see the liveliness, and they said that Grandma Fu was not ignorant of collecting gold, and she had waited for the lost owner for three years, and she should have this blessing, just enjoy the old age in this house, and the prince, who lost money and recovered but did not forget to benefit the neighbors, was also a rare good person! This incident inspired many young adults, who rushed to help without pay.
Half a year later, a total of ten buildings were built here, and the ferry port became more lively. Fu's mother-in-law still wrapped in delicious rice dumplings and added a lot of benches in the house, she said to facilitate the arrival of travelers. Since then, no matter whether it is spring, summer, autumn or winter, people love to come to this "ten buildings" to sit and talk about the story of the old and the young. Their stories spread farther and farther, and everyone knows that there is an old man who is not ignorant of gold, and there is a prince who benefits the township... Over time, the fame of the small ferry port has become more and more famous, and people have named it "Ten Buildings".