It was an ordinary and quiet morning in February, with the cold spring weather, and the sound of clappers selling cans of steamed buns could be heard in the streets again. The horses and mules screamed for joy when they heard the clappers, and dragged grandma by the skirt of her clothes and walked out of the upper room. Bai Bai
Mrs. Zhao was staggered by her two grandsons, but her face was filled with a kind and gentle smile. She took out copper coins and hemp money under her clothes with both hands. Jiaxuan stepped out of the door of the building and blocked the courtyard.
The route of the mother-in-law and grandson: "Mom, from today on, the partial eclipse for them will be cut off." Bai Zhao's kind face suddenly darkened, and she looked at her son, apparently stunned by the unexpected surprise.
Jiaxuan explained: "We should no longer be picky eaters. They are grown up. People say, 'A rich man's family is spoiled by mules and horses, and a poor man's family is spoiled by babies.' Our family doesn't want to pamper even the mules, horses and babies." Bai Zhao seemed to
After realizing something, his face became lively. He lowered his head to look at the two cute heads clinging to his waist. He raised his face and said to his son: "This is a bit of a slap in the face." Jiaxuan still did not change his words:
"Break it when it's time. Forget it, let's start from now on." Mrs. Bai Zhao stuffed the copper coins and hemp money that had been piled into the palm of her hand into the pocket under her lapel, and turned around sullenly: "You are so sincere.
The colt and the mule colt were so aggrieved that they were crying, and their grandma took them by the hand and led them to the upper room.
The sound of clappers in the streets is ringing more frequently, and the clear and clear shouts are getting louder: "Guan Guer bun - rabbit bun - pomegranate bun - sell it -" the grass jelly comes from the loom.
He turned around and said, "Go and chase that steamed bun seller away. Don't let him yell at the gatehouse and make the children cry." Jiaxuan instead laughed and said, "He yells in the streets and alleys, but he doesn't get involved.
Come to our yard and shout, why should you ask others to shout? Just shout so that the horses and mules can hear the banging of the tambourine and tambourine of the bun and candy sellers, just like hearing the shouts of the hot pepper sellers." Xiancao bit her lip.
Repeat my mother-in-law’s words: “You are so hard-hearted”
The two children have grown up to the age where they should go to school. The two sons look very similar, like two bricks fired in the same kiln poured out of a wooden mold; although there is a one-year age difference, the younger brother has a mule colt than the elder brother.
Not only is Ju not as short as his brother, but he is also thicker and more muscular than his brother. They both look like their father Jiaxuan and their dead grandfather Bingde. Their entire facial organs are working hard to bulge out, including the bulging nose bridge and the bulging mouth.
, bulging eyeballs and bulging brow bones, although at a young age, they have already shown the rudimentary foundation characterized by bulging. As we age, this bulging facial feature will become more and more obvious.
protrude.
Bai Jiaxuan liked these two sons so much. He often looked intently at the bulging faces of the children when they were not paying attention, but could not say any affectionate words or express affection or affection. The children and grandma were inseparable, staying together day and night.
, he had hardly ever hugged them, and he would never carry his son on his neck while walking around or watching a movie like ordinary farmers. Now, seeing that his son should be studying, he could no longer let go and let his grandma tell them about cats.
The baby is a puppy. Bai Jiaxuan is planning to establish a school in Bailu Village. More than 100 families in Bailu Village have always sent their children to Shenhe Village, seven or eight miles away, to study. Bai Jiaxuan went out early and returned home late to study there.
He had been studying for five years. He wanted to set up a school not just for the convenience of his two sons, but because he felt that he should be the one to promote it now. The school was located in the ancestral hall. The ancestral hall was in disrepair for a long time, although it was a sacred place for worshiping ancestors.
It is a place, but it is a public official property after all. No one cares about it. The tile ditches of the five halls and six mansions are covered with fallen leaves and dirt, green moss is woven, and the tile grass grows two feet high; the eyes of the rafters become
It is an ideal nest for sparrows to lay eggs and hatch their chicks; the mud on the walls peels off and debris is peeled off; the square bricks on the floor were hollowed out by rats and the bricks sank. Bai Jiaxuan wanted to come out and completely renovate the old ancestral hall, and then start a business here
He started the school in this village. His name will be as immortal as the ancestral hall and the school.
The ancestral hall has as long a history as the village, but no bamboo or scrap of ancient books have been preserved. It is unclear when people started to visit here, and it is unclear who first came to this original slope to dig a hole for a cave dwelling.
Who was the ancestor who built the first thatched hut? Frequent disasters destroyed the village no less than a hundred times. The people who came later may be the original survivors who reunited and continued to multiply. Disasters destroyed the village, destroyed history, and destroyed memories. Only
The absurd legend has endured for a long time. The overflowing Zishui River pushed the village step by step from the river to the base of the original slope, until it was forced up the original slope. According to legend, a devastating flood occurred at night, and those who were lucky enough to escape to the higher slopes
People sit naked until dawn, pull a handful of vines from the sweet potato field and wrap it around their waists, covering the most private parts of men and women, and search in the yellow soup for shovels and axes that have sunk into the mud; the picture in the ancestral hall
The large sacred axis and rafters and purlins that recorded the birth of ancestors and their heirs were washed away by the flood without a trace, and the history of the village was broken.
Legend has it that fire fell in the dog days of another year. Fireballs as big as copper basins and as small as peas poured down, burning houses to ashes. People, cattle, horses, pigs, sheep, chickens, and dogs were all scorched, and no one was able to save them and had no way of escaping. Naturally, no one was spared.
The sacred axis and rafters and purlins in the ancestral hall were reduced to ashes, and the history of the village became blank again. As for the locusts and the epidemic, it has become a minor disaster and not worth talking about. Living in Baiji today
The old man of Lucun said calmly that the number of households in this village could never exceed 200, and the population could never exceed 1,000. If the number exceeded, disaster would befall the village.
Later, a very thoughtful patriarch came out of this village. He proposed to change the original name of Houjia Village and Hujia Village to Bailu Village. At the same time, he decided to change the surname. The two old brothers of Hou family or Hu family wanted to occupy all of Bailu Village.
All are auspicious, and it was agreed that the descendants of the oldest vine of the clan would be given the surname Bai, and the descendants of the second eldest son would be given the surname Lu. The rule of worshiping the two surnames Bailu together in one ancestral hall has maintained the blood ties of the same root and species to this day.
It is said that there was a trend of changing the names of villages in Bailuyuan at that time, Luqian Village, Luhou Village, Luhuitou Village, Luming Village, Luwo Village, Lucao Village, Lujiao Village, Luti Village, to name a few. One
When the succeeding county magistrate first arrived, he was overwhelmed by the villages named after deer. He ordered that all village names be restored to their original names, and only two names related to deer, Bailu Village and Bailu Town, were allowed to be retained. The villagers of Bailu Village
Feel the scenery and cherish the name of your village even more.
The eldest son, who changed his surname to Bai, and the second son, who changed his surname to Lu, established a rule when they first built the ancestral hall. The descendants of Nagato Shiro would inherit the patriarchal clan. Originally, this was to imitate the iron rule of emperor succession in the palace.
There is no doubt about the law of nature. After the death of the old patriarch Bai Bingde, it is legal for Bai Jiaxuan to succeed as the patriarch. In the first few years after his father's death, Bai Jiaxuan could not help but feel panicked every time he knelt on the main altar to worship his ancestors.
When the woman Xiancao in the seventh room gave birth to her first child successfully, the condition of her hair and legs healed without treatment. Now, Bai Jiaxuan walked into Lu Zilin with a detailed plan to restore the ancestral hall.
The yard of the home.
This is the most beautiful courtyard house in Bailu Village and even the whole Bailuyuan. It is the masterpiece of Lu Zilin’s old man. The old man had to live in poverty and wandered around the city of Xi’an begging for food and drink. He first fetched water and turned on the bellows in a restaurant.
Later, he actually learned a unique cooking skill. A senior official on his southern tour passed by Xi'an and ate the gourd chicken he cooked. He was full of joy and praised: "The best spoon in the world." So he made a fortune and started working in Bailu.
The village bought land and built the first-class courtyard house in Bailuyuan. His great success inspired the descendants of farmers who were tempted one after another to put down their plows and sticks and pick up iron spoons and shovels. This started a revolution.
The popularity of cooking has lasted for a century, and Bailuyuan is famous both inside and outside the provincial capital as a spoon-maker. However, from the old man to Lu Zilin, among the four generations of people, there is no man in the Lu family who holds a spoon or a shovel. Outsiders would never expect that.
When the "No. 1 Scoop in the World" passed away, he actually left this will: "I have been serving people all my life, and I have never achieved anything. Only by fighting for your breath and having others serve you can you honor your ancestors. One of the scholars will put a string on my grave."
If you win the title of "Grass Cannon", you will win the title of Jinshi... Fire three cannon shots." Neither Lu Zilin's grandfather, grandfather, father nor himself fulfilled the old man's last wish. Except for hiring long-term workers to work on the crops, they did not do anything.
Become a person to be served; even though generations of generations have been dedicated to providing education for their children, they have never even had the chance to put a string of grass cannons on the grave of the old man. The bones of the old man must have turned into soil long ago.
, but his last words are like the shochu stored in a cellar, the fresher it gets. Lu Zilin sent his son to Shenhe Village School for enlightenment in the first month of the year when he was just seven years old. After searching in the dictionary all night, he chose Zhaopeng as his son's son.
The meaning of the scientific name is very earnest and clear. His second son, Zhaohai, had just been sent to school in the first month of this year. He yelled at his two sons to go to school every day at dawn. Zhaopeng Zhaohai’s face was chapped with cold.
, hands and feet were so cold that they were dripping with yellow water. The mother complained that the child was too young and went to school too early. Lu Zilin cheered without wavering and said: "I'm waiting to go to the old man's grave to shoot the gun."