Pangzhuang's village story

When I was a child, I often heard the old man say that there is a big temple behind my hometown, officially called Guanghui Temple, commonly known as Beida Temple.

Beida Temple is said to be very big, and it will walk around the temple all morning. The temple is quiet, filled with cigarettes, resplendent and exquisitely carved.

There is a temple fair in Beida Temple on the 16th day of the first month. At that time, in Fiona Fang Baili, a man who believed in women and a man who sold her husband and pawns gathered in Beida Temple. At that time, bells and drums were ringing, Buddha flags were flying, people were buzzing, and Ma Si's donkeys were barking, which was very lively.

There are many legends in Beida Temple. The old man who told me stories at that time repeatedly stressed that all these were true.

One of the stories: break your head.

La is a dialect in my hometown, which means to cut an object with a knife.

It is said that every year at the temple fair, there is a unkempt beggar who goes door to door asking for money. If he doesn't meet his requirements, he will pick up a spare kitchen knife and suddenly "pull" a knife on his head. Suddenly, his face is covered with blood, and all the people watching him are frightened. So, they give him money. Strangely, the man came back the next day, but he didn't see any knife marks. If he didn't give it back, he still did the same thing, and it was still intact after that.

The second story. Fishing for wood in the well.

It is said that one year, the temple needed maintenance, and the maintenance needed a lot of wood. The monk in the temple asked the workers to go to the well and fished it all day with pulleys. The whole log was continuously fished out of the well and piled up in a yard. Strangely, the wood seems to have just been cut down from the mountain and the stubble is new.

Story 3. Monks go down to jiaozi.

This story, it sounds a little sympathetic.

Workers who repair temples work hard every day and are vegetarian, so they can't stand the test. Finally one day, the workers went on strike. The old monk asked why, and the worker said, "I'm a vegetarian every day, and I'm bored to death." The old monk asked, "What do you want to eat?" The worker said, "jiaozi wants to eat meatballs." The old monk agreed, but on one condition, the temple must be repaired.

When the temple was repaired, at noon that day, the old monk said, "Jiaozi, please treat everyone to a meatball today. I'll do it in the kitchen, but don't look. " The workers agreed. The old monk turned and went into the kitchen. One of them, Zhang San, felt very strange and secretly followed the old monk to peep in the corner. I saw the old monk filling the cauldron with water, adding firewood to the stove and making a fire. When the water in the cauldron boiled, I saw the old monk climb into the cauldron, take off his pants and face the cauldron. He actually took out jiaozi and was dumbfounded.

The old monk greeted everyone with jiaozi. I saw that the workers ate with relish, but only Zhang San felt sick and didn't eat. When everyone finished eating, they all smacked their mouths and said, This is the most delicious jiaozi I have ever eaten in my life. Zhang San felt even more puzzled. Besides, he was hungry and wanted to eat, but he didn't. He went to the kitchen to look for it, but somehow he found the only jiaozi left by the pot. He also took a careful bite. "damn it! How so fragrant! " But if you want to eat it again, it will be gone, and it will be green with Zhang San's regret.

It is said that everyone who ate jiaozi later became immortals, and Zhang San became a demigod only because he ate one.

Unfortunately, after liberation, Beida Temple was demolished due to disrepair. Later, I also looked for it in the original site of Beida Temple, and I saw that the wheat straw was terrible, and even the traces of bricks were not found. This place has become a fertile ground. Beautiful Peking University Temple, mysterious legends and stories, so lost in the dust of history. ......

(Attachment: Introduction to Guanghui Temple:

Guanghui Temple, commonly known as Beida Temple, is located in Liwei, northwest of Pangzhuang, Peng Ji Town, Dongping County, Shandong Province. It was built in 13 16 (two years in Yan Yuan). It covers an area of about 20 mu and faces south.

There is a gold plaque of "Guanghui Gate" on the front of the gate. Two big stone lions stand on both sides, with several steps in the middle. Looking up is very spectacular.

Inside the gate is a small yard, and through the yard is the second door. Two generals, Hum and Ha, were shaped in the hole in the second door, and further down, there was a big yard with several big trees stacked in a secluded place and bushes. Walk through the courtyard and step into the front hall. There are murals here, but no statues.

Behind it is the main hall. The roof of the main hall leans to the corner of the mountain. There are birds and animals on the roof, and eight small and exquisite bronze bells are hung in the four corners. After the wind blows, they jingle and the roof is covered with yellow-green glazed tiles.

In the Hall of the Great Hero, in front of it is Siddhartha Gautama, more than ten feet high, surrounded by the 18 Luohan statue.

There are three buildings tied behind the main hall. The main building in the middle is high, and the annex buildings on both sides are slightly lower. There is a statue of Bodhisattva lying in the main building, commonly known as "Sleeping Grandma".

Every year, there is a incense party on the 16th day of the first month, which lasts for two days. At that time, men, women and children from all directions will gather here. In addition to burning incense and worshipping Buddha, there will be folk art performances, such as dragon lantern dancing, flower boat running, lion playing, walking on stilts to pour donkeys, and raising officials for pollution, which will be very lively. There are also trades in handicrafts and the production of daily necessities.

During the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression period, although there was a temple fair in Guanghui Temple, there was no monk to preside over it, and the houses were in disrepair and dilapidated. 1958 was completely demolished and transformed into a grain field. ) Pang Guoqiang Wen

Kouzimen is a long pond in the southeast of my hometown, about a mile away from my home.

The formation of Kouzi Gate is quite mysterious.

My hometown is in southern Shandong, and there is an east-west river in front of my home, called Xiaowenhe. The south bank of the river is Wenshang County, and the north bank of the river is my hometown, which was called Dongyuan in ancient times. Eight hundred miles of water margin is here, and it is also the hometown of Luo Guanzhong, the author of Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Cheng, the devil incarnate, and Wan Li, the former chairman of the National People's Congress.

According to the old man, Xiaowenhe used to flood. In order to prevent floods, the villagers built high earth dikes on both sides of the Wenhe River, which is commonly known as the South Dike.

One year, the sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and heavy rain kept on, which caused Xiaowen River to skyrocket and was about to overflow the south embankment. At this time, I saw two mice running out from under the south embankment, and then the south embankment opened a big hole, and the roaring flood roared down. The rain stopped, and the flat land was washed out by water into a big pond, which the villagers called Kouzimen.

The mouth of the cave is rippling and crystal clear, with many fish and shrimps and many aquatic plants. It was a paradise for our childhood.

When I was a child, I often went to Koumenmen to play with my friends. Fishing for aquatic plants, catching fish and shrimp, and shooting frogs. The most fun thing is to catch leeches. We caught the grasshopper, roasted it under the lamp, and tied it to the end of our own whip. We shake it and it rings. It's very enjoyable.

But then something happened, and we never dared to play at the door again.

One day, Mrs. Yang, a neighbor, got up early and it was getting dark, so she went to collect firewood near Kouzi Gate. Just as she was picking it up, she felt that there was a road ahead and there was a lot of firewood, so she went over. At this moment, another old lady came to collect firewood. When she saw it, she shouted, "Aunt, how did you get into the water?" The infatuated old lady Yang suddenly woke up, but the water had overflowed her thighs, and she couldn't move or make a sound. Another old lady came to pull her, and she couldn't move. At the critical moment, the village chickens crowed. Strangely, when the chicken crows, Mrs. Yang can talk and move. After landing, I saw Mrs. Yang's calf was black and blue, just like being pinched. It is said that Mrs. Yang met a child.

By the end of 1970s, the commune had organized many migrant workers to come to Kouzimen. Red flags are flying everywhere, slogans are all over the walls, and gongs and drums are loud. It turned out to be to fill the door. After dozens of days, the entrance disappeared and was replaced by a flat farmland.

Later, the land was contracted, and my family once divided an acre of land on the door, and the harvest was still very good. But at night, I usually dare not go to that land alone. Pang Guoqiang Wen

When I was a child, in my hometown of Pangzhuang, there was a threshing floor in the south and a pool beside it. At the top of the swimming pool is a large smooth concrete slab, which is a good place for us to enjoy the cool in summer.

At that time, there was no electricity in the village, and the summer nights in the north were very hot. At night, young and old, shaking cattail leaf fans and carrying water bottles, all go to the top of the pond in the wheat field to enjoy the cool.

Many people talk too much. From ancient times to the present, a word from the sky and a word from the earth can be said until midnight.

There is an old lady Yang in the village, who is eloquent and knowledgeable. She is a leader who can talk about cleaning up and upgrading things.

When I was a child, I liked listening to her tell stories. One night, I heard her tell a story, and I still feel scared when I think about it.

It is said that a little daughter-in-law in the village didn't go back to her family. After a long delay, the sun was almost setting when she came back.

On her way home, she will pass a village in Zhang Cun. There is a graveyard in the southwest of her hometown and a cypress forest in the south of Zhang Cun. In the Woods, graves stand tall, overgrown with weeds and thorns, foxes and weasels often haunt, and sometimes blue flames like fireflies can be seen at night, all of which are called jack-o'-lantern, and occasionally there are a few screaming owls, which most people dare not go at night.

When kannika nimtragol walked to the cemetery, it was completely dark. As soon as the breeze blows, the leaves in the Woods rustle, and she only feels that her hair is on end, and she just wants to go quickly. But you can't think fast because she has small feet. At this time, she only heard a "splash" behind her, as if someone was clapping their hands, and quickly turned back. Except for the dark leaves swaying in a shadow, she didn't see anyone. Go on, there will be applause behind, and then look, it is still dark. Kannika nimtragol's heart is in my throat, thinking that I am afraid I have met a ghost this time. Move your little feet and go home quickly. Strangely, I walked fast, and the applause behind me was fast, and I walked slowly, and the applause was slow. Cold sweat of fear ran down my back, and I stumbled, sobbed and covered in mud, and rushed home with applause.

Daughter-in-law went home sick and bedridden. The next day, Mrs. Yang went to see her. As soon as I saw her, the kannika nimtragol held hands and cried, "Aunt, that's terrible. I met a ghost last night. He has been chasing me! " Then I said it again.

Grandma Yang asked her, "What are you carrying?" The daughter-in-law said, "It's a plate. When I came back, my mother gave me a dozen plates and I carried them back with a bag of luggage. Well, it's in the corner! " Mrs. Yang opened the bag and found that all the plates were broken. "Ha ha ha, my nephew daughter-in-law, don't be afraid. You didn't meet a ghost. That slap was caused by the impact of a plate. You scared yourself in the cemetery. You see, when I first arrived at the cemetery, the rope just loosened and made a snapping sound. If you walk slowly, your voice will be less, but if you walk fast, your voice will be more. It is your cowardice. It's a pity that all the good dishes are broken! "

Kannika nimtragol let her say so, and she will be all right soon.

But after listening to her story, I dare not walk at night for many years.

Fortunately, science says: there are no ghosts in the world! Even if there is a ghost, the grave will be dug up because of the population expansion, and the grave will not be seen for a long time. People live in a "humble abode", where can there be a place for ghosts?

The terrible thing is that some people are possessed by ghosts, pretending to be mysterious, wearing human skin and doing ghost things, which makes people panic.

If you encounter "poisonous ginger", "rat mutton", "Sanlu" and "fragile building", it is really not a ghost in broad daylight! Pang Guoqiang Wen

Scattering all over the sky is a dialect, that is, looking back aimlessly.

Many people in my hometown have been to Kanto, and naturally there are many stories about customs officers.

It is said that there is a person who is a fool and doesn't quite understand. All day long, besides eating, drinking and sleeping, he just looks at the clouds in the sky, rising and falling. Others laughed at him and said that this guy would never make a fortune in his life. Others are looking for things on the ground. You can still see flowers when you look at the clouds every day.

However, the world is not so absolute. One day, this seemingly silly guy, full of food and nothing to do, wandered around and scattered all over the sky again. Halfway up the mountain, I suddenly found a huge python lying on the branch of a thousand-year-old dead tree. The python was actually wrapped around a hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. The python ran away after seeing him, and the idiot made a fortune with Ganoderma lucidum, built a house, got married and had children, and lived a well-off and happy life from then on. Pang Guoqiang Wen

Jue is probably a kind of interactive thing. When I was a child, adults used it to scare people: if you make trouble again, you will be carried away by the Jue! After a while, the noise stopped abruptly!

There is a village called Yincun in the north of my hometown. There is a winding river in front of the village, called Xiaoqing River, which is gentle from east to west. The river is full of reeds. In autumn, reeds are as spectacular as snow. The middle school is in the fifth middle school of the county. I go home once a week to bring food. I always walk by this reed and feel scared every time.

Because I once heard a man in the village say that once he got up early and went to the river in front of Yincun to mow the grass, and he was cutting hard. Suddenly he heard birds calling among the reeds. He was very happy and went to look for them. At this time, before dawn, the mist was mixed with water vapor, and the eyes were gray and dreamy. When I walked to the place where the bird was singing, I looked up and gave him a big fright.

It turned out that there was a guy in white hanging from a tall reed: long hair, eyes like lanterns, red tongue sticking out several feet, pale face and thin hands and feet like bamboo poles. Oh, I'm so scared, he let out a cry and ran away with his head in his arms.

It is said that the monster he met was a turkey pin.

Today, I have never seen a turkey pin again. I hope I will never see it. However, today some people are even more terrible than turkey needles. For example, the murder of roommates in Fudan and other universities is appalling. Pang Guoqiang Wen

The winter of childhood is very long.

At that time, there was no electricity. At night, the village was dark, and the only light was the flashing oil lamps in front of the windows of every household and the stars in the sky.

The most extravagant spiritual enjoyment is to watch a movie, but it is rare to see it several times a year.

So deafness became the favorite at that time.

Blind tune is a popular opera in southwest Shandong, mainly sung by blind people.

The term "blind tone" has been heard by adults, but I still don't know if it is a formal title. I think it may be because it is sung by the blind and comes from the hope for the meaning of life.

The timbre of the blind cavity is a bit like the reflection of the moon in Erquan, which always looks so desolate and resentful, sometimes mixed with the flavor of Henan Opera and Bangzi.

Recently, there is often a local rap program on the radio in the community, which feels like the voice of the blind. This is a small town in Ningbo, thousands of miles away from my hometown in the East China Sea, not far from Shaoxing. I can't understand a word with a strong accent, but its rhyme is quite similar to that of my hometown. Sometimes I even think weakly: Is Lu Xun's well-known "Social Drama" written by a blind voice?

In winter in my hometown, there are always several blind people coming from afar.

The main musical instruments of the blind are erhu, bangzi and gongs and drums.

In the evening, when the gongs and drums rang, all the men, women and children in the village made a hullabaloo about, shouting for women and filing out.

In the open space in the middle of the village, there is a table, chairs, a pot of tea and a kerosene lamp, and some prominent figures sit on it to accompany the artists.

One or two blind people play erhu and gongs and drums, and the lead singer is responsible for knocking the bangzi.

I like them to sing "Hu Yanqing Beats People" and "Three Heroes and Five Righteousnesses" best.

I remember talking about "Hu Yanqing Beating People" for seven consecutive nights that year, which was really enjoyable. Speaking of passion, the rapper's veins stood out and his hair stood high. When he told this sad story, the blind man cried loudly, his eyes flew, and the villagers in the meeting were intoxicated and sobbed.

The most intolerable thing is that at this time, several daughter-in-law unknowingly shouted at the child: "Xiao Wu, where are you?" "Cui Hua, it's time to go home." Calling and shouting, although annoying, villagers, no one is embarrassed to blame. At this time, sensible men will come forward and reprimand loudly: "Bears and bitches, what are you yelling about?" Didn't I see all the people, old and young, going to the opera? "In this way, a reasonable woman will always give her man enough face, and the noise will come to an abrupt end. Everyone will start to calm down and come to the theatre again.

He spoke enthusiastically and listened attentively, but the singer said, "I want to know what will happen next time and listen to the explanation tomorrow!" " In this way, it is half regret and half aftertaste. Slowly, with the stars and the moon, the cold wind and the footsteps of Suosuo, I went home, got into the warm bed, dreamed of tomorrow and fell asleep. ...

Now TV, computers and mobile phones are everywhere. You can watch whatever you want, no more Dai Yue, wind, frost, rain and snow. But I don't know why, I still miss that starry night, the barking of dogs in the country, the homesickness and homesickness that exudes thick soil fragrance, and the reckless childhood that gave me infinite knowledge and joy. ...

There is a small river flowing from east to west in front of my hometown, called Xiaowenhe.

National Highway 105 crosses the river, and there is a stone bridge on the river, which has no formal title and is commonly known as foreign bridge.

When I was a child, I once saw a tall monument with an inscription on it by the stone bridge. Unfortunately, when I was young, I couldn't read. I didn't know who to commemorate or who He Dian was. Later, the bridge deck was widened, the stone tablet was nowhere to be found, and there was no record in local chronicles, let alone textual research.

Before the national highway was completed, there were no bridges on the river, so people on both sides of the strait had to ferry by boat. There are many villages along the river with a prosperous population. Li Guanji is on the south bank and Peng Ji is on the north bank. Since ancient times, it has been the bridge of willow painting, the cave of green curtain and the market town, with hundreds of thousands of families and merchants. At that time, the ferry was also quite prosperous.

It is said that during the War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression period, one of my anti-Japanese teams chased the Japanese devils, clamoring all the way from south to north, and only killed those Japanese who cried wolf and blood. When they chased Xiaowenhe, the Japanese all went by boat and burned all the boats. Facing the turbulent river, the Eighth Route Army was at a loss. Just then, dark clouds suddenly rolled in the sky, thunder and lightning, and it rained cats and dogs. After a while, the wind stopped and a stone bridge appeared on the river.

The anti-Japanese team crossed the bridge in a mighty way, and at that time, the hooves were everywhere, the flags were hunting and the drums roared. After the troops passed, a large amount of bright red blood suddenly flowed out of the southern end of the stone bridge, dyeing Xiaowenhe red. Another burst of thunder and strong wind. Suddenly, the stone bridge turned into a silver dragon with no tail and flew to the northeast.

According to the old man, it was the little dragon king of He Xiaowen who helped the anti-Japanese team. Because the charger had iron claws on his feet, the tail of the little dragon king was broken. The hometown of He Xiaowen Dragon King is Liguanji in Wenshang County across the river. Because it has no tail, everyone calls it Lao Li with a bald tail. Other provinces and cities also have legends about Lao Li, which the old people say should be unreliable. Lao Li's family is an authentic Li Guanji.

Pang Guoqiang Wen

There is a small river flowing from east to west in front of my hometown, called He Xiaowen, which is also the boundary river between Taian and Jining, Dongping and Wenshang. On the shore, willows and butterflies are dancing.

I remember the first time I went to He Xiaowen. I remember when I was about three or four years old. That day, Uncle Gensheng and I went to Lasha in Xiaowenhe in Grandpa Wu's carriage. Grandpa Wu is loading sand, and Uncle Gensheng and I are playing in the water on the shore. The river is crystal clear, the white clouds in the sky are reflected in the water, many small fish and shrimps are shuttling in the clouds, and the soft yellow sand is at the foot, which is particularly comfortable to step on. There are many colorful shells scattered on the beach on the shore. I am too timid to go in. I just play with fish and shrimp in the water on the shore. Uncle Gensheng somehow ran to the deep water, so scared that the water almost flooded his neck. Grandpa Wu rushed over, grabbed it, slipped up, and slapped it again. Grandpa Wu never took us there again.

About three or four miles south of the river is the high village of grandma's house, and wading across the river is the shortest way to grandma's house. I often hear my mother say that when I was a child, she took me to my grandmother's house and always carried me across the river first, then waded over to get things. I don't remember what happened when I was a child. I only remember going to my grandmother's house one year. At that time, in the dry season, there was only water in low-lying areas, and the rest were yellow sand beaches full of eyes and small shells shining and reflecting in the sunset. When I arrived at the river beach, I saw a pile of aquatic plants, and a dozen geese were resting. Strangely, those geese are not afraid to see us at all.

When we were teenagers, in summer, our friends often went swimming in Xiaowenhe. On the south bank of the river is a fruit tree forest in Liguanji, Wenshang County, which is full of apples, apricots, peaches, pears and mulberries. Mulberries are wild and nobody cares. Tired and thirsty from swimming, let's go to the opposite beach to have a rest. At this time, the mulberry is in a mature season. Red mulberries, bunches, clusters, bend the tree, pick a bunch, put it in your mouth, and honey is in your heart. Occasionally, I do some stealing activities, stealing fruit from the orchard, but I should always be wary of the old man who looks after the garden. At this time, we will divide our work, including those who stand guard, climb trees and pick them up on the ground. When we are lucky, we can also gain a lot. But the stolen fruits are all red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, and there are many immature fruits. Take a bite, it's astringent, sour and numb, and it's not delicious at all Unfortunately, I caught up with him, and when the gardener saw him, he shouted, and the trees, the ground, the guards and the watchmen were scared like rabbits, and all the birds and animals were scattered. It's not worth thinking about now.

Later, a battlefield builder came, the machine roared and the wheels rolled. The sand from He Xiaowen River is continuously transported to the construction site, and exported to other counties and cities besides this county. Xiaowenhe is full of big pits, the beach is gone, and it is all mud; In the flood season, the water is getting darker and darker, with yellow-brown foam and sometimes smelly, which is said to be caused by the upstream paper mill.

I went back to my hometown once the year before last, and then I went to Xiaowenhe. In front of us is a potholed and cracked riverbed with long dust and desolate grassland. Orchards have also become muddy beaches, and hardworking people and crops are planted on the riverbed. According to hometown people, Xiaowen River has been without water for more than ten years, and geese have never been seen on the beach.

Beautiful river, childhood paradise, only in dreams can we find the pastoral scenery of the past.