Love and Gentle Township: Billionaire Sister

Chapter 9 Red Basin Escape (1)
17.sanxianao
Sanxianao is the main peak of the Eight Sacred Mountains, a branch of the Taihang Mountains, with an exact altitude of 1888 meters.This was originally the name of a deep mountain village in the three provinces of Jiming. After the liberation, because the provinces of Chahar and Suiyuan were revoked, the geographical concept of the three provinces of Jiming did not match the reality.However, the geographical situation of the three counties of Jiming still exists as before, and the honesty and simplicity of the people remain the same, so Sanxianao is still Sanxianao, not because the Japanese left, the Eighth Route Army also entered the city, and everything changed. .The sheep are still grazing slowly on the hillside.The folks have been impoverished for many years.The "message tree" that notified the Japanese devils to enter the mountain to mobilize and inform the villagers to move quickly is still standing on the mountain ridge, and it has grown into a big tree.It will forever tell the mountain people from generation to generation how the ancestors have survived the years of blood and fire in order to maintain the dignity of the mountains and land.The cow herding boy Wang Erxiao left, but the singing of "Singing Erxiao Herding the Cowherd" was left on the cliff with a long echo.The majestic cliffs and cliffs of the Taihang Mountains are also very spiritual. She is densely forested, giving birth to all things; her belly is filled with sweet springs, nourishing the common people.

A bird's-eye view of the land of China, looking up at the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, the majestic Kunlun, the Tianshan Mountains and other famous mountain ranges are basically east-west, thus forming the first polar platform on the Chinese territory. Only the Taihang Mountain stretches from north to south, resting its head on the ridge of Yanshan Mountain and bathing in the Yellow River. .That's why there is a famous poem by Li Bai, "If you want to cross the Yellow River, the river is blocked by ice, you will climb the Taihang Mountains full of snow".

Taihang world ridge, Xiahe Jiusaixiong.If the [-]-mile Taihang is the backbone of China in China, then Sanxiannao, the main peak of the Eight Sacred Mountains, located in the west of the Xiahe River Valley Basin in the middle of the Taihang, is a prominent spine.

According to the organizational system since the reform and opening up, the current Sanxianao is an administrative village in Luocun Town, Xiahe City.The villages in the deep mountains are scattered in the valleys and slopes, and there are more than 200 households in Nao of the three counties of the administrative village. There are also three natural villages connected by land lines, Wangjingtai and Hongtuao.

Since ancient and modern times used to be the junction of three provinces, these three counties have a lot of history.Around the Eight Sacred Mountains, there are more than a dozen historical sites such as Hunting Terrace, Gejiagou, Shengxian Cave, Wa Palace, Wusheng Temple, and Guandi Temple, all of which contain many classic legends from the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, Shang, Zhou, Qin, Han, Sui, Tang, and Ming and Qing Dynasties.

These beautiful and classic folk tales have existed in the form of oral transmission for thousands of years, nourishing the dry spiritual homeland of thousands of generations of mountain people.Of course, there are not only beautiful stories and legends, but also tragic war relics, especially the Battle of Gengzi in the Qing Dynasty and the Battle of Jinfeng in the Republic of China. The mountains and passes around the Eight Sacred Mountains have been baptized by wars.However, what the mountain people are most proud of is the Hundred Regiments Battle during the most difficult period of the Anti-Japanese War, which is the most brilliant classic war story in oral writing.Senior generals Zhu Zong, Peng Zong, Commander Nie Rongzhen, Commander Liu Bocheng, and Political Commissar Deng Xiaoping of the Eighth Route Army all galloped and fought in this hot land.During the turning point of the War of Liberation, after crossing the Yellow River to the east, Chairman Mao, Liu Shaoqi, Zhou Enlai and other central leaders who came over from Wutai Mountain also trekked from this area before entering Xibaipo...

Qiuyan has gone.Throughout the ages, the most painful thing for the mountain people was the all-out civil war during the "Cultural Revolution".Although the sound of guns and artillery was not heard like in the Hundred Regiments War, there was only a burst of shouts from the loudspeaker on the pole of the high platform of the brigade headquarters, "bombing the capitalist roaders, smashing the feudal capital repairs, and smashing the four olds." , I saw more than 100 young dolls wearing red cuffs from outside the mountain, and they smashed them as soon as they said they wanted to, smashing all the ancient temples, statues, and murals around the Eight Sacred Mountains to pieces.It was really like a huge hailstorm that came suddenly, and there was no tile left wherever it went.Only one historic site survived, and that was the boundary marker standing on the top of Sanxian Naoji.It's not that the rebels don't want to smash this boundary marker, but that they walked around the boundary marker a few times before walking away in disappointment, unable to smash it.

This boundary marker is indeed something special.It was chiseled and polished according to the geographic coordinates on a naturally made Optimus pillar, and the names of the counties were indented in the direction of the three counties.The three-county nao boundary monument is based on more than half of the good fortune of heaven, with a little artificial ingenuity added.Therefore, after hundreds of years of wind and rain erosion, thunder and lightning, it stands still.

The administrative village of Sanxian Nao got its name from this.

18.Wangjing Terrace
Wangjingtai, a small natural village under the jurisdiction of Sanxianao, is located on Baitu Ridge under Sanxianao, with only forty or fifty families.Among the lofty mountains of the Taihang Mountains, there is seldom the thick soil tens of feet deep under the base of Wangjingtai Village.This thick soil is fine and smooth, commonly known as Guanyin soil.When there is nothing to satisfy the hunger, the villagers use the soil to mix some bark, leaves or elm catkins, and it can also be used for temporary nourishment, lingering for a long time, waiting for the wheat to turn yellow.

Most of the dozens of families in Wangjing Terrace were surnamed Qiao, and they were all immigrants from the Ming Dynasty under the big locust tree in Hongdong.Whether it is in the same vein as Qiao's surname in the Qiao family compound remains to be verified.It should be said that people with the surname Qiao are relatively prosperous.According to the ancestral genealogy, when they moved from Hongdong, they were a young couple, and after more than [-] generations, they multiplied into dozens of families.But when it came to Qiao Junling's father's life, it was a single heir for three generations. After Qiao Junling, his mother gave birth to a younger brother, Qiao Junshan, which saved some face for Ding Xingwang's ancestors.

During the Jin-Feng War in the Republic of China, Qiao's family in Wangjingtai, a brother-in-law in three counties, was stationed by a lame brigade commander of the Feng army.This lame brigade commander has a one-eyed staff who stays close to his left and right, and is good at observing Feng Shui.When this one-eyed Fengshui man was stationed for a few months, he once told Qiao Junling's parents that both the mansion and the private house of Qiao's family were treasured places of geomantic omen. Ya should be above the sixth grade.It's just that the marriage must guard against "White Tiger" Kefu.No matter how difficult the family situation is, a noble son from a poor family will definitely send his son to school, no matter how high he can go.

After more than ten years, my grandfather became ill from overwork and passed away.Qiao Junling's mother firmly remembered Mr. Feng Shui's instructions.The adopted daughter was not sent to study, but she was only asked to be a female celebrity, and she was sent to marry when she was 16 years old.It wasn't until Qiao Junling was born that he did his best to support him in school.When Qiao Junling turned eighteen, he would be a great young man praised by everyone in the three villages and five miles.At that time, there were no buzzwords such as handsome song and beautiful girl.When old women and aunts get together to make a living, it is inevitable to comment on who is good-looking, who is handsome, and so on.

Qiao Junling did not go to school and become an official all the time as Mr. Feng Shui predicted.Before graduating from high school, I caught up with the Cultural Revolution.I had no chance to go to school, and after returning to the village to work for two years, I became an accountant in the brigade.In those years, Mrs. Jun Ling once doubted Mr. Feng Shui's assertion that being an accountant in the brigade in this poor mountain valley was at most equivalent to the accountant in the old society. What kind of official is this?

However, two years later, when the winter conscription came, the head of the receiving unit immediately fell in love with Qiao Junling. Qiao Junling, who was solid and hard-working in the army, soon became the squad leader, platoon leader, company commander, battalion instructor... The terrace was raised.Of course, the official position of division commander and brigade commander predicted by Mr. Feng Shui is "a long way from shaking hands across the Yellow River".Although the mother is anxious in her heart, it is not something that can be done in haste.But I can still comfort myself in my heart. I married Qiao's family and lived in the black and purple old valley of Wangjingtai for decades, and finally I have an official.

The small natural village of Wangjingtai is indeed a rare treasure in the Taihang Mountains. It sits north and faces south, with thick soil and spiritual rocks. Standing on the platform, you can have a wide view and take in everything at a glance.The elders thought that the Wangjing Tower could see the city of Beijing when the sky was high and the clouds were clear and the visibility was good.The thinking of mountain people is always a bit far-fetched. In a country with centralized power for thousands of years, the idea of ​​heart to the capital is also very understandable.However, after careful research, the mountain and field names of Wangjingtai are probably hundreds of years earlier than the time when King Yan of the Ming Dynasty swept north and built Youzhou City.Xiahe City and the area around the Eight Sacred Mountains, because they are strategically important places, had states and capitals established as early as the Spring and Autumn and Warring States Periods, and in the disputes of subsequent dynasties, there were many separatist regimes, and see-saw confrontations often existed.At least in the three directions of north, south and east, there are small countries that have built their capitals, so it is difficult to determine the direction of Wangjingtai.

But no matter what, although Wangjingtai is a small natural village, it still has some "kingly spirit".Qiao Junling's younger brother, Qiao Junshan, has been the secretary of the party branch of the administrative village of Sanxianao Nao for more than 30 years.In recent years, he has been re-elected as the village director. He is a double-heaven official.Although none of the aborigines in Wangjingtai became a Beijing official, many of the cadres of the Eighth Route Army who lived here during the Anti-Japanese War went to Beijing after liberation and became high-ranking officials.

19.laterite concave
Wangjing Terrace and Hongtuao are only the distance between the slopes on the platform and the slopes below.Most of the dozens of households on Wangjing Terrace are flat-roofed brick and stone houses, and there are also more than a dozen households in this red clay valley, most of which are earthen cave dwellings built along slopes and banks.The layout of this earthen cave dwelling is similar to that of the cave dwelling in Yan'an.The difference is that generally one is bright and two are dark, and the three eyes are connected. The difference is that the doors and windows of cave dwellings in Taihang Mountains are not as large as those in Yan'an.Although the cave dwellings are rustic, they are warm in winter and cool in summer and comfortable for the farmers in the mountains, and they are economical and save firewood.Especially in summer, it is cool and humid, unlike electric fans and air conditioners, which are uncomfortable after blowing for a long time.

There are almost no foreign surnames in Hongtuao, and most of the dozens of families are native Taihang Mountain people with the surname Gai.Taking care of a few acres of mountain land, raising a few cows and donkeys, driving a flock of sheep and raising the land with manure, this is almost the main way for dozens of households in the red soil to live and reproduce.

When Gai Sihai, a shepherd, was 27 years old, his neighbor, Aunt Xi, said that he had two pockets of dried yams and married Chunhuang, who was a few years younger than him after fleeing the famine in Henan, and became his daughter-in-law.This Chunhuang girl has become Gai Sihai's daughter-in-law since she was born. Although Huang Pi is widowed and thin, she is full of illnesses, but the system for giving birth to children is quite easy to use.One year, two years, three years, and three years later, including twins, is enough to catch them.It really made the shepherd Gai Sihai extremely happy and sad: "My mother, I'm conceived, and I got pregnant again before I even adjusted my trouser belt."

It is better to reduce food than to increase food.The early 60s of the last century was an era when the belts of Chinese people could not be tighter.Gai Sihai grazes the sheep for the production team. Although it is easy to get a few handfuls of wool and cashmere upside down, it is not enough to satisfy the hunger. Even a sick sheep that fell to death on the rolling slope has to be carried back to the production team to share the catty and two equally per head.

Gai Sihai's family has lived in the three-eyed broken cave dwelling for five generations, and they are so poor that they don't even want to come back for a visit after the mouse has moved.Even the hemp paper pasted on the windows is patch upon patch. If one layer is torn and air leaks, we just patch it up and patch it up again. After several years in a row, it will be replaced one year after it is peeled off during the Chinese New Year. When the paper was new, the old window paper that was peeled off looked like a thick pancake, and it was almost ready to be used as a pot cover.

It’s just this red soil depression that is so poor that it’s hard to see the oily smell in years. The one-eyed geomancer still said in a daze that the red soil is the owner of wealth, and there are endless gold ingots buried deep in this sunken place.

People look forward to happiness and trees look forward to spring.Grandparents have come and gone for generations, which generation does not expect money to be spent smoothly and food and clothing to be worry-free.Praying for official luck seems, after all, to be an upper-class affair.No matter in which era, the first luxury and minimum program of all living beings is to have a full stomach and wear pants.

As the saying goes: The poor man caught up with the leap month year.Precisely because it was a desolate time when there was not enough food to eat and no clothing to cover one's body, Gai Sihai, who was in his prime, was still most afraid of hearing the cry of a newborn baby from the earth kang in his cave.That cry used to be the long-awaited sound of blessings for a bachelor who only got married after the age of 27. However, after year after year, one sound after another, the frequent sound of blessings has unknowingly become There were sounds of debt collection and curses.Although the woman gave birth to five daughters for him in a row, except for one who died of insanity, the other two were given away free of charge to find another way of life.

The mountain people in this place once used such simple words to express the tightness of the peasant family: a good man can't hold back and add two more mouths under his armpits.

Yes, in the year when the "Melon and Vegetable Generation" practiced strict conservation and famine, the leaves and bark were all eaten up, adding a tender mouth waiting to be fed would be a huge threat to the headed family!

The most worrying thing for Gai Sihai, the owner of the dilapidated cave, finally came.Even though he spends three and a half seasons a year up and down the mountain day and night, working hard for the collective flock in the cool and warm circles.

It will come after all.

20.red bone flower
It was a summer morning in the Year of the Tiger.Because the mountain is high and the sun is late when it shows its face, people in the mountains think that it is eight or nine o'clock in the morning.Gai Sihai took the flock of sheep and stomped manure on the hillock where the production team wanted to grow radishes.He is a shepherd who is very responsible for himself and the public, and he hasn't gone home and slept soundly for several nights.

After delivering breakfast to Gai Sihai, the daughter-in-law, who was not too bulky, suddenly felt her belly churning.Based on experience, she felt that her little friend was about to give birth.So he called the second girl and said, "Go to Xilin quickly and ask your Aunt Xi to come over."

As he spoke, beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his forehead.She knew that time was not waiting for me, so she supported her belly with one hand and carried a large white porcelain bedpan into the cave dwelling with the other.

Most of the laboring women in the countryside are more agile in childbirth, which is probably related to non-stop labor training or the absence of heavy fat accumulation.As soon as the bone seam was opened, with a burst of blood and amniotic fluid gushing, the baby fell to the ground.Not even a handful of hay was found, nor even a doily.Like Gai Sihai's mood, the daughter-in-law is also eager to have a son.People in the mountains have a deep-rooted secular concept of raising children to guard against the old and set up a household to continue the incense. This makes the wife feel that if she cannot have a son, she owes the family a debt that will not be repaid in three lifetimes.

Eager to pay off the debt, the daughter-in-law didn't care about bleeding, and was anxious to see if the baby who fell to the ground was a boy or a girl.Seeing that it was pinched again, the cold spread from the forehead to the soles of the feet.With a ruthless heart, he threw it into the warm red basin.

Just as the daughter-in-law was dragging her bloody trousers around the house looking for rags and old cotton wool, Aunt Xi, who had just finished feeding the pigs, came rushing in with a blue apron.

The newborn little creature was like a big wrinkled carrot, floating and shaking in the red basin on the floor of the house, revealing a small plum petal-like lip, which was being blocked by a mouthful of pink and white mucus.If you talk about superstition, it should be said that this baby girl deserved to die, and she didn't cry desperately one after another.If you struggle and cry again, turn over and choke on a mouthful of bloody water, then there won't be so many heart-wrenching stories decades later.

"Sihai family, what are you doing? Which of the children is not the flesh of the mother!" Aunt Xi became anxious when she saw it. This farmer's woman in the farmyard in the valley has delivered many babies on a voluntary basis, and she did not hesitate to grind her teeth. Fei Zui has made countless marriages, and the most unsightly thing is that the villagers and neighbors are in distress.Seeing this situation, he didn't care about the dirt, and immediately scooped up the little life from the red basin, hugged it with his blue apron, and took out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe off the dirt.

The baby girl still didn't cry, but her nostrils were fluttering rapidly, and her little face was flushed.Aunt Xi used her little finger to dig out the mucus in her little mouth and nostrils very expertly, put her calves together, lifted her feet up, and lightly slapped the soles of her feet twice. With a sound of "Wow", another cry that frightened his biological father, Gai Sihai, turned his head in front of the gate of the underworld.

"Sister-in-law Xi, this is not a hit." The daughter-in-law from all over the world, who has not changed her Henan dialect, said complainingly, "Why do you work so hard for so long? Didn't her father scold me to death when she came back? Poor What are you doing with all these girls in a ruined family? Hurry up and let her go and reincarnate early, so that she will not suffer if she is reincarnated into a good family in the next life."

"Who knows how many years of practice in the previous life before turning the world around, and in the next life, it may not be up to anyone to be a donkey or a horse." Aunt Xi still refused to let go. After washing, I cut off the baby girl's umbilical cord quickly, and then grabbed a pinch of cotton wool from the ragged cotton jacket at the corner of the kang, lit it with a lamp, and used the cotton wool to stop bleeding.

The milk of the daughter-in-law of the four seas has not come down yet.The baby girl was crying and crying.Xiao Ming was picked up, so let her cry for a while when she cries.After Aunt Xi cleaned up everything according to her delivery standards, she went to the stove to boil a pot, and according to the local rural production customs, first boil a pot of rice soup for the parturient.

The dry nipples of the daughter-in-law of all seas cannot soothe the hungry baby girl.After Aunt Xi brought the rice soup to cool, she took the baby girl into her arms and took out a big and plump black nipple. The baby girl seemed to smell the sweet smell of milk, and instinctively turned up the bright red color small mouth.

Aunt Xi couldn't help boasting: "What a beautiful cherry mouth, a flower bone flower like a dried plum, let's call it a red bone flower!"

twenty one.cover the old man
Without bothering him, the baby name of Hong Guduo, the sixth youngest daughter of the shepherd Gai Sihai, was heard in Nao Village, San County.Unfortunately, after giving birth to Hongguduo, Sihai's daughter-in-law suffered from Yuejia disease due to a postpartum stroke. She passed away within a few months and returned to her hometown in Henan.

After Gai Sihai reached his prime, he became a bachelor again.

(End of this chapter)