After the car entered Qiushan Township, it turned left and entered the deep mountains. Although it was already early spring, the valley was deep and cold, and there was still snow in the shade. It turned a few more turns and passed a small reservoir. There was a stop in the reservoir.
We boarded a broken boat and were not far from the village. A group of egrets were frightened by the sound of the car and soared into the sky. Zhu Jinze chanted a quatrain: "Two orioles sing at the green willows, and a row of egrets ascend to the blue sky. The windows contain the Qianqiu snow of the Xiling Mountains, and the door is moored.
There are thousands of ships in Dongwu. However, this reservoir is too small and cannot accommodate so many ships."
"Why does this reservoir also have a story?" Seeing his dazed look in the rearview mirror, Jin Huabin asked: "Isn't it related to the theme of today's interview?"
He stared thoughtfully at the egret going away, and said: "There is a poignant love story, which is related to the beauty pine at the entrance of Qiushan Township, and also related to Wang Wen and others. Wait for a while and you will be quiet."
Just listen to the villagers quietly."
The interviewer this time is the old village chief, surnamed Chen. Although he is nearly seventy years old, he is relatively modern and can play with mobile phones. As soon as he entered the village, he was already waiting under the big camphor tree.
After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Village Chief Chen said: "Let's take you for a ride. We will go to the beautiful pine tree at the entrance of the village in Qiushan Township. It will be interesting to tell stories on the spot."
Unexpectedly, Village Chief Chen was such a wonderful person. Jin Huabin smiled and asked him to sit in the front seat.
There is a park at the entrance of the village, and there is an ancestral hall of the Chen family. Next to the ancestral hall is a well. Next to the well is the beauty pine that village chief Chen said. Only three people can hug it. The pine branches into two branches as soon as it comes out of the ground. It is very like the female divers in the Olympic Games.
The moment when the athlete entered the water at a right angle with his legs still on the water. Facing the beautiful pine tree, Village Chief Chen told a soul-stirring folk story (this story is related to the legend of Wang Wen, and is integrated into the article according to the timeline.
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At noon, after having a good meal at the old village chief's house, the old village chief took out a jar of earthenware, forced it into the car and said: "You two have to drive, and I didn't invite you to drink at noon. I was afraid that you would drive drunk, so this wine must be
Take it home and try it."
Jin Huabin refused, and the old village chief said angrily: "Are you looking down on me? You know, this wine has a history. It was passed down from Wang Wen's ancient recipe and was passed down by the Ding brothers."
Isn't this the Xianju wine I'm looking for? Is there an ancient recipe here, old village chief? Zhu Jinze couldn't sit still, and hurriedly got out of the car and asked: "It's really the ancient recipe of the immortal Wang Wen passed down by the Ding brothers. The recipe is
Can you give me a look?"
Village Chief Chen said generously: "You are our benefactors by promoting our village. Although the ancient prescription is precious, it is of no use to us if we keep it. I will give you a copy."
This recipe is really interesting. The biggest feature is that rice and several medicinal materials are fried and then fermented. After steaming, the wine has a special burnt aroma. This flavor is much more refreshing than the wine brewed after frying millet.
Jin Huabin tasted it and found that it tasted pretty good. With the quality of the wine, bulk wine could be sold for about a hundred yuan per catty on the market. Zhu Jinze was even more excited when he saw him nodding in agreement, feeling that Wang Wen’s wine recipe was truly passed down.
He took the prescription and said, "Look, my dream still works."
The two of them took a jar of wine and prescriptions, thanked the village chief profusely and returned to the city. On the way, Zhu Jinze was very excited and continued Wang Wen's story: "The students from the academy were drinking in Zuixianju Restaurant.
After drinking until the wine was gone, Wang Wen hurriedly asked the Ding brothers to add more wine, but the waiter told him that the Ding brothers were not there, Ding Tianlu was called by his father to make wine, and Ding Qusheng was at Liulu.
Liulu? Several classmates were interested when they heard it. Wang Wen explained to them: "This heron formed a friendship with Ding Qusheng because he stole wine. From then on, at this time every evening, Ding Qusheng would bring the wine bottle and wine glass."
When he got to the pier, the girl who accompanied him walked a short distance by the stream and had a drink before returning."
Is there such a strange thing? The classmates showed disbelief. Wang Wen led them to the window and pointed out. Sure enough, Ding Qusheng was feeding an egret about half a man tall with wine. The scene seemed particularly warm. The egret has long legs.
It has a long neck and looks somewhat similar to a white crane, but is smaller than a crane. Therefore, in the eyes of literati, it is called the younger brother of the crane, and it is also one of the auspicious birds. However, it is timid and afraid of people, and is rarely domesticated.
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A classmate laughed and said: "The ancients said that one could ride a crane to Yangzhou with a hundred thousand guan in his waist, but today we saw Brother Ding walking along the stream with Brother He, who didn't have even half a guan of money in his waist. He was carefree and free.
It is better than many gods and immortals."
Another classmate was good at painting and asked for drawing paper from Wang Wen. Looking from a distance, by the Yong'an stream, the red sun was setting in the west. It was really like the setting clouds and the solitary heron flying together. The autumn water made the sky the same color. The egrets and people were contrasted.
With a fairy spirit, the classmate drew a picture of the egret drinking. After chatting and joking for a while, they returned to the restaurant and drank happily. After a while, Ding Qusheng came back from feeding the egret and helped bring the wine to their table. Wang Wen's classmate
After joking around him for a while, Mr. Fang said to him: "Brother Ding, if you can call your sister Lu to come to the restaurant to have a drink with us, I will recommend to my father that you enroll in Tongjiang Academy." p>
Most of the students admitted to Tongjiang Academy are the children of scholarly families and a very small number of intelligent sons from rich families. Very few children from poor families are admitted. Once the level of winemaking reaches a certain level, one must be literate in order to improve. The Ding brothers
He comes from a poor family, but although he has the will, he has no connections or money. Mr. Fang is the son of the dean. After his recommendation, it is really possible for him to enroll in school. The wine business is so good that they can't leave even if they agree. Ding Qusheng turned his eyes to
Wang Wen.
Wang Wen smiled and said: "It's a rare opportunity. You can really do it. I told my father that you are allowed to go to school in the morning and work in the shop in the afternoon."
Ding Qusheng smiled shyly and ran to the stream. With a whistle, an egret flew over. He opened his mouth and said something to the egret, and bowed to it a few times. The egret seemed to understand his words and followed.
He came to the restaurant, murmured and took a sip with each of his classmates, then spread his wings and flew away. Wang Wen's classmates were dumbfounded.
Egret really understands human nature. The classmates showed envious expressions and opened several bottles before leaving happily. Mr. Fang really kept his word. I don’t know what method he used to make his father, Dean Fang, agree to let the Ding brothers enter the school for free.
The Ding brothers entered the academy with great gratitude. Every morning they carried a bundle of freshly beaten firewood to the kitchen. During the breaks in class, they helped collect desks and do some chores. They were loved by all the classmates.
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The two of them were diligent, but because they were too young to learn, they did not learn very quickly. They could only read ten words at most every day. However, the two of them were inseparable from each other. After two months, they were able to master the art of writing and write in a orderly manner.
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"Such a diligent student, students from Fang Yuan must also like him, right?" Jin Huabin asked.