the last priest

After entering 2000, the development of northwest Zhejiang began to gradually pick up. The high-quality ecological resources, primitive natural environment, and simple humanistic style all attracted a large number of foreign tourists to this originally slightly backward mountainous area.At that time, a group of people with flexible minds and a sense of business started to start the farmhouse business. It gradually became a fashion for urbanites to go to the countryside for weekends, and new farmhouses also sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

Our village is located in the northwest corner of Northwest Zhejiang. It is a small mountain village surrounded by mountains on all sides and water on one side. No one can tell how long the history of the village is, but most of the current residents come from the migration of their ancestors 100 years ago.

The village is neither rich nor poor. As the saying goes: rely on mountains to eat mountains, rely on water to eat water.Although there are few fields per capita, people here have never experienced famine because they are facing endless virgin forests.In the early years, a child like me could catch two bowls of small fish in the stream for half a day with the simplest fishing rod in his hand. Now these Qingshui stream fish have become a delicacy for tourists from other places, but have become a favorite of ordinary people. luxury rarity.

Because there used to be a big landlord named Liang in the village, so our village is also called Liangjiagou.In the past, there were few strangers in the village, and there was no industrial foundation in the village. Because there are many old forests in the deep mountains, clean streams, jagged rocks on the mountains, waterfalls hanging on the walls, and many deep pools, the scenery is really good.

The first person in the village to start building a farmhouse was a person with a foreign surname. His ancestors did not move here with my great-grandfather’s generation. home ditch.The surname of this foreigner is Guo. Because the pronunciation of "Guo" and "Ge" in Northwest Zhejiang are very similar, the villagers also call him Brother Shopkeeper.

The peddler brother is thin and dark-skinned, but his eyes are very bright, and he can't hide the businessman's shrewdness in his eyes no matter where he goes.He came to our village purely because of a marriage.

At that time, the conditions in the whole of Zhejiang were generally not good. The salesman was nearly [-] years old and he was still unmarried. In order to make a living, he started the business of exchanging chicken feathers for sugar, and walked around the streets with a shoulder pole.Yiwu people of that generation were very willing to endure hardships, leaving their footprints all over the country.

When the peddler brother entered our village, he was not carrying goods on his shoulders, but a corpse on his back, and it was this corpse that made him stay in Liangjiagou in the end.

There are two deep water pools in Lianglianggou, both of which are deep water areas under the dam formed by damming in the river. Because the road was not open at the earliest time, the goods in the mountainous area had to be transported and sold by water.The local people built dams every few hundred meters in the river to store water, and then released water step by step to let the bamboo rafts pass one by one. These small dams gradually lost their original function after they were connected to the road, and most of them were destroyed in the follow-up. In the impact of mountain torrents and sandstones, there are only two places that can still play a role in water storage.

These two dams were forbidden areas when we were young. Although there were so many fish under the dams that we could scoop them up with a washbasin, the adults never let us approach them because a person died under the dams.

In 1980, before the spring breeze of reform and opening up reached this small mountain village in northwest Zhejiang, the shopkeeper came to Lianglianggou with baskets and gadgets.When he walked to the top of the dam, there was a young man below the dam who was using a washbasin to catch fish. This method is simple and efficient, and I also used it when I was a child.Just take an old mosquito net and wrap the washbasin, cut a small hole on the top of the mosquito net, and then put a piece of oil cake in the wash basin, which is the residue left after the rapeseed oil is squeezed out. The fish will be attracted by the smell of the oil cake. , As long as you get into the small hole, you can't get out again.

The shopkeeper was also tired from walking, so he put down his pole on the dam to have a rest, and watched the man catch fish in the river by the way, and the two chatted for a while.The man was also enthusiastic, saying that he would take the shopkeeper into the village after the fish was finished, and ask his wife to order small fish for the two of them.

The best way to catch fish with this method is in shallow water, but big fish usually only move in deep water pools like the one below the dam, so people need to hold the washbasin with their hands to dive to the bottom, and then surround the washbasin with stones Fix it so that it doesn't get knocked over by the current.Because the pool under the dam is not well lit, and there are many undercurrents and eddies, very few people dare to catch fish under the dam.But except for this young man, his water skills are considered first-class in our village, why do you say that?Because he was my dad's primary school classmate, he was the one who saved my dad's life when my dad accidentally fell into the water when he was a child, and his name is Liang Wencai.

Liang Wencai believed himself to be good at water, one second he was joking with the salesman brother, and the next second he plunged into the pool with a washbasin.The salesman sitting on the bank was smoking a cigarette, and only heard a soft "grunt" sound for a while, and then he saw large patches of red in the pool below the dam, and strands of red were still flowing continuously. Take a risk.

Because this is an old dam, no one has repaired it for decades. When the flash flood hit the dam a while ago, although it didn't blow over, the big rocks that built the dam were faintly loosened.People are unlucky, and gods and gods can't stop them. Just as Liang Wen entered the water, a huge boulder rolled down from the dam body and landed on his head impartially. Although the water has a certain buoyancy, the stone The boulder weighs several hundred kilograms, which is enough to make the back of an adult's head blossom on the spot.

When the salesman got Liang Wencai out of the water, he was out of breath.According to my dad, the hole in the back of Liang Wencai's head was the size of an egg, and his white brains were spilling out. The salesman wrapped Liang Wencai's head in his own clothes and carried it back into the village in a hurry.

This Liang Wencai was the only son in the family. He lost his father when he was young. He was brought up by his old mother and married in the spring of that year.His daughter-in-law has been pregnant for more than three months. He wanted to get some small fish to make soup for her to nourish her body, but he didn't want to put his life in it.

The daughter-in-law of the Liang family had already spent all of her family's wealth. Now that the backbone of the family has had an accident, there is really no coffin for burial. Everyone was very poor in those days.Seeing that the pregnant woman was crying pitifully, the shopkeeper took out his small business capital to buy a coffin for Liang Wencai and buried him. Later, he stayed in Liangjiagou and married Liang Wencai's wife. The widow became a wife.

In order to take care of the orphans and widows, he gave up his salesman business and changed his career to sell goods.He has seen a lot of worlds and has a shrewd mind. At this moment, he saw that people in the city began to like the air in the countryside, so he started to prepare for a farmhouse, which was also the first farmhouse in Liangjiagou.

The location of the farmhouse chosen by the shopkeeper is still very controversial. The land he chose is a piece of wasteland beside the dam where Liang Wencai fell into the water.It was a very suitable place to open a farmhouse. It was surrounded by mountains and rivers, and there was a road across the bridge.

This Liang Wencai is a person who does not believe in evil. In the early years, he dumped old grave bricks outside, and he was also very courageous. He never believed in ghosts in this world.Besides, he was not mean to Liang Wencai's family. The family that Liang Wencai left behind all these years was prosperous thanks to a man with a foreign surname.He identified things with business opportunities, and that was what he wanted to do. When he saw a 50.00% profit for the businessmen, they dared to take risks, not to mention building a farmhouse.

The shopkeeper tried to overcome the resistance of his family, and soon asked someone to design the style of the farmhouse for him, and then began to pull back bricks, cement, and steel bars. He planned to do a lot of work to bring the spring breeze of the tourism economy to Let's Liangjiagou, let this wind wake up those farmers who can only face the loess with their backs to the sky.

The style of the farmhouse is four floors, the first floor is a restaurant, and the second floor is full of guest rooms from the top to the top. There is no trouble, and no one has been asked to see the direction of the door. It's over.

At that time, it was a cousin of mine who pulled bricks for the shopkeeper's brother's house. He owned a tractor and had never had an accident in his driving experience for more than ten years.I pulled a car of red bricks from the brick kiln in the county town and drove back. Our mountain roads are narrow and there are many sharp turns, and the sight line is not very good. Only their experienced drivers dare to run at night.Because my cousin's tractor was completely useless, and the traffic police caught him fiercely during the day, so he could only sneak away at night.

When he was cornering, he realized that there was a cyclist in front of him, and he stepped on the brake quickly, but it was too late.Due to overloading and the aging of the car, the brakes failed completely. After the collision with a "bang", half of the bricks in the car buried the cyclist, and he died on the spot. . . . . .