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Old Beijing folk stories

Folk literature is a language art in which the working people reflect people's life, thoughts and feelings in a form that the masses like to see and hear. Do you know what old Beijing folk stories are? The following is an old Beijing folk story I shared with you. Welcome to reading.

Old Beijing Folk Tales: The Legend of Wangfujing

Legend has it that Wangfujing Street used to be Wang Ye's residence. Wang has a well. There is an exquisite pavilion on the well. The wellhead is a round hole cut by a big stone with a high edge. Jingnan is the quadrangle of Wang Fu.

Although there were many wells in Beijing in the early years, there were not many sweet wells. In case of drought, many wells run out of water. One year, caught up with the once-in-a-century drought, almost all the small wells in Beijing dried up, and the four seas dried up to the bottom of the water. The rich use cars to pull water from Yuquan Mountain dozens of miles away, while the poor have no water, so they have to carry it on their shoulders. Others live by washing mud and water from the bottom of the well.

Only a few wells are still bubbling at this time, and Wangfujing is one of them. Wangfujing not only has water, but also is sweet. The monarch was very happy, saying that it was because our ancestors were blessed and lucky, and our houses and wells were on the Long Mai. However, this prince is very vicious. Not only did he not give everyone water to tide over the disaster, but he also ordered the old janitor to guard the well and forbid people to take water.

The old janitor is kind-hearted, and he is not satisfied with the report, so he secretly gives people a lot of convenience. Every morning and evening, when people in Wang Fu are sleeping, he sends a signal to the water-fetching people outside the hutong, and everyone quickly draws some water to go.

Finally, one day, the prince found out about it and angrily questioned the old janitor. The old man said with a smile. Yes, your majesty, I did send for water. But I was thinking about your majesty. You see, in the future, the government is bound to hire people to transport grain and pick rice. If everyone nearby is thirsty, where will anyone work for the government? If the sovereign does not agree, I will never let anyone take a drop of water again. ? After listening to what he said makes sense, the sovereign turned a blind eye and let it go.

People are very grateful and respectful to the old man. Since then, more and more people have come to Wangfujing to fetch water, and people who live far away have also heard the news.

In this way, the name of Wangfujing is well known. Later, people mentioned this area and called it Wangfujing North, Wangfujing South, Wangfujing East and Wangfujing West. Later, Dong 'an Market moved here and gradually became a prosperous business district, but people still used to call it Wangfujing.

Old Beijing Folk Story: Dai Yan Xie Jie

In the northeast of Xicheng District, north of Di 'anmen and in front of Drum Tower, there is an oldest oblique street in Beijing-Dai Yan Xie Jie, which starts from Di 'anmenwai Street in the east and connects Ya 'er Hutong in the west, with a total length of 232 meters. According to a * * record published during the Qianlong period of Qing Dynasty, this street was originally called "Drum Tower Xie Jie" and was renamed as "Xie Jie with a tobacco pouch" in the late Qing Dynasty.

It is said that most of the banners who lived in northern cities at that time liked to smoke tobacco or hookah, and the tobacco leaves were packed in tobacco bags. Because of the increasing demand for tobacco bags, there is a tobacco bag shop in Xiejie. Most of the tobacco bag shops in this street are high steps, and a big wooden tobacco bag is erected in front of the door as a cover. The black smoke pole and the golden hookah are really vivid signs. There is a "Shuangshengtai" tobacco bag shop in the north of Dongkou Road, just on the diagonal street of tobacco bags. The woodcarving tobacco pouch standing in front of the door is as high as a rice bowl, and the golden tobacco pouch pot is tied with a red silk spike, which is very eye-catching. This "Shuangshengtai" big tobacco pouch is really the largest tobacco pouch in the same industry in Beijing.

In addition, the tobacco pouch diagonal street itself is like a tobacco pouch. The slender street looks like a cigarette rod, the entrance at the east end looks like a cigarette holder, and the entrance at the west end turns south, leading to the Yinding Bridge, which looks like a smoking pot. It is precisely because of these two reasons that it is truly a Xie Jie worthy of the name of "Dai Yan".

Dai Yan Xie Jie's name is getting louder and louder, and it has been passed down to this day.

Old Beijing Folk Story: Princess's Tomb

In the Qing dynasty, there was a big grave not far from the west of Yuyuantan, which people called the princess grave.

According to legend, Qianlong sent people to tear down the Ming Tombs and build them for himself. Liu Yong played a book and participated in the crime of the emperor digging the grave. Gan Long couldn't deny it, so he called and ordered an urgent delivery to Jiangnan. It is said that it is from. In fact, one does not wear a sin suit, and the other does not wear torture shackles. It's just a small hat to walk with. Lu Yong and Shenyang followed closely.

This is the first time for Gan Long to go to the folk, and he feels fresh about everything. Pointing all the way, paddling for directions, walking for a while and having a rest. Small Shenyang is afraid of offending the emperor and dares not say anything; Liu Yong said nothing. Two people let the emperor stop and go, stop and go, unconsciously? My Lord. After sunset, Qianlong felt tired and hungry, so he said to them, Dear Ai Qing, it's getting late. What should we do? They look at me, I look at you, who will feast, and Qianlong suddenly remembered who he was. Have to bite the bullet and move on.

After walking for another two hours, the sky is full of stars. Qianlong looked around in the dark, and there was no one there. Howling came from time to time in the ravine, which made him tremble all over. I was so hungry that my feet were like stepping on cotton that I had to let Liu Yong and Xiao Shenyang move forward step by step.

Finally, I came to a small village. There is a family near the village with three low adobe houses. Xiao Shenyang hurried to lock the door. After a while, the door opened and it was an old man. Seeing that they didn't look like villains, the old man let them in. After entering the house, the old man woke up his daughter to cook for them. The old man's daughter is only fourteen or fifteen years old. Although it is worn out, it is clean and lovely. After a while, the girl served several bowls of hot noodle soup and a big bowl of sweet potato. Three people are hungry and eat really well.

The next day, they will leave. As soon as they went out, they saw the little girl in the yard, more delicate than last night. Gan Long fell in love with the little girl. He turned to the old man and said, "Old man, if you like, let your daughter be my goddaughter!" ! ? Hearing this, the old man was very happy and asked the children to visit Laozi. Gan Long took out a silver ingot and said to the old man, Take it and make some clothes for the children! ? And took out a piece of Huang Shoupa from the bosom and handed it to the girl. Boy, in case of danger, you can take it to Beijing to find me. As long as I inquired about the emperor, I only heard a grunt from Liu Yong, and he quickly swallowed the half sentence back. Lu Yong went on to say? Inquiry? Royal compound? ! ? Qianlong nodded,? Yes! Yes! ? Royal compound? . ?

After a few years, the girl grew up, but famine occurred every year. Father and daughter really can't go on, so we have to think of some way to come to Beijing to find Lao Tzu.

The father and the daughter went to Beijing, crossed the streets and searched all over Beijing? Huangjia Courtyard? , also didn't find dry Lao tze's home. Father and daughter complained that they were too careless at first and didn't ask me what my name was and which street I lived in. Father and daughter have no relatives in Beijing, no money, no food and no place to live. There is no choice but to beg along the street during the day and spend the night at the foot of the wall or in a broken temple at night. Dad is old, but he can't get through this. He is very ill, and the girl is just crying.

Early this morning, the girl came to the moat in a hurry and wanted to commit suicide. The seriously ill father hesitated again. Life, life can not; Death, death is not allowed. She had to cry alone by the river. As luck would have it, Liu Yong was out for a walk at this time. When he heard the sad cry, he must have some difficulties, so he came to look for the sound. Seeing someone coming, the girl quickly stopped crying and looked up. She was shocked: Isn't this the uncle who came to my house with me, michel platini? This time can be saved. Surprised and delighted, she hurried forward and knelt down. This kneeling confused Liu Yong. He looked at it carefully and recognized it: it was the emperor's adopted daughter. He asked what had happened and took the old man and the girl to the house. Until now, father and son didn't know, fucking Lao tze is today's long live? Emperor Qianlong, this man is Prime Minister Liu Yong. Royal compound? It refers to the palace. First they were surprised, then they were afraid, thinking, how dare ordinary people join the emperor?

Early the next morning, Liu Yong took his father and daughter into the palace to see Qianlong. Besides, after Qianlong returned to the palace, he forgot to recognize his daughter, but now he just remembers it. But he was afraid that others would know the joke. The emperor attached himself to his relatives and called him brother. What kind of scandal is this? Want to rely on relatives. But father and daughter have their own Huang Shoupa, and Liu Yong testified. How can they rely on it? Helpless, we had to announce them to the palace and find a place to live by ourselves. I didn't think about it. Although there is no shortage of food and clothing in the palace, there are so many red tape. Royal relatives, officials, guards and eunuchs are all fierce eyes, and the old people can't stand it. I was sick, surprised and scared, and died in a few days. Before I died, I told the girl to bury his bones in my hometown.

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