When you think of Shandong, what do you think of first?

Shandong has a good reputation for hospitality and is a household name.

There are many beautiful mountains and rivers, and saints throughout the ages.

Shandong is a land of outstanding people, and there are too many things that come to mind, but the first thing is:

You will be able to see all the mountains from the top.

——Taishan.

If heaven does not give birth to Zhongni, eternity will last as long as night

- Confucius

Confucius Temple, Confucius Forest, Confucius Mansion, Xingtan.

Meng’s mother moved three times, Qin Qiong sold horses, Sun Tzu’s Art of War braised chicken in Texas, and rolled green onions in big pancakes.

Speaking of Shandong, the first thing I think of is my eighth generation ancestor Li Qilu.

Li Qilu’s hometown is Lijiazhuang, Dengzhou, Shandong. My ancestors have been farming for generations, and my family has a little land. Although they are not rich, they can still make a living.

One day during the Xianfeng period of the Qing Dynasty, Li Qilu's father drove an ox cart past his family's land and saw a cow eating crops in the field. Crops are the farmer's heart and soul. He raised his whip and rushed towards the cow. When he raised the whip and dropped it, a blood mark appeared on the cow's body. "Stop." A man suddenly emerged from the nearby fields. It was the rich man Wang in the village. The land of the Li family is surrounded by the land of the Wang family. Rich man Wang has long coveted the land of the Li family and has wanted to buy it many times, but the Li family has refused to sell it. The Li family only had this piece of good land, but after selling it, the whole family of more than ten people had to live in the northwest. When Li Qilu's father saw that it was the rich man Wang, he asked: "Does the cow belong to your family?" The rich man Wang said coldly: "Of course it belongs to my family." "What should I do if it eats my crops?" "I deserve to compensate you. "Li Qilu's father counted more than 20 corns that had been eaten. He thought to himself, how could his neighbor have the nerve to ask him to pay for it? He would just plant it again when it rains. After hearing this, the rich man Wang nodded and drove the cattle away.

Early the next morning, Li Qilu’s father was carrying water. Rich Wang blocked him with several people nearby. He said that the family’s cow died last night and wanted the Li family to pay compensation. The money is taken from the top of the ground. When Li Qilu's father heard this, he immediately came to Wang's house and saw that the cow was spitting out white juice and found that it was really dead. He suddenly felt dizzy and fell to the ground. When he woke up, he was carried home. At some unknown time, the township head also came to his house. When he saw him waking up, he immediately asked: "How do you plan to compensate the Wang family's cattle!" "I only whipped the cattle once." How could he die? I think the cow spitting white water was poisoned to death. The rich man Wang is relying on me. "The Wang family has sued you to the county. If you are willing to take the land as compensation, the Wang family can give you some money back." What do you think? "The earth is my lifeblood. Don't even think about it if you tell the Wang family." ""Then just wait for the lawsuit! "

The lawsuit lasted for half a year, and the Li family lost. Li Qilu's father fell ill in bed in anger, and passed away two months later. When he was dying, he held the hand of his 18-year-old second son Li Qilu. He said: "Your brother is an honest man. I can only count on you to avenge my father." "Dad, don't worry, as long as the child doesn't die, this revenge will be avenged!" "

Two years later, on a dark and stormy night, the rich man Wang was killed at home, and the entire mansion was burned to the ground.

A month later, in southern Liaoning, In a remote valley, there was a long-term worker named Li Qilu, my eighth generation ancestor.

Confucius

When I think of Shandong, the first thing that comes to my mind is "Water Margin". "Wu Dalang, Wu Erlang and Hei Sanlang"

Wu Dalang was cowardly by nature and was poisoned by an adulterer. I felt pity for him.

Wu Erlang drifted with the tide of loyalty and was cut off. One arm is deplorable.

Kurosaburo was so unrighteous that he tried his best to recruit someone for a small position, ruining the great cause of one hundred and eight generals... The so-called loyalty and wealth are nothing. Just win people's hearts for future recruitment!

1. The land of Confucius and Mencius, the land of etiquette

2. Mount Tai. >

The Five Sacred Mountains

3. Tsingtao Beer

4. Shandong people are simple

Heaven does not give birth to Zhong Ni, and eternity is like a long night. >

Huidang Peak, a panoramic view of the mountains

Mount Tai, Qingdao, pancakes rolled with green onions...

Kong Shengren; pancakes rolled with green onions! > Qilu Shandong, the hometown of Confucius!

When I talk about Shandong, I remember the memories of my childhood that were poor, miserable and happy...

My hometown is Ye County, Shandong Province. In the years after the founding of New China, it was called Yenan County. Later it was renamed Ye County. In the early 1980s, it was renamed Laizhou and came under the jurisdiction of Yantai. My family is in Shahe Township (now Shahe Town), my grandfather’s house is called Da Renjia Village, and my grandma’s house is called Little Pearl Village (Little Pearl Village is two miles away from Big Pearl Village, and they are now connected). In 1953 or 1954, I was six or seven years old. My father was eighteen and my mother was twenty-three (my mother was five years older than my father) when she gave birth to me. My nickname is "Bingchuan". I will tell you why I am called "Bingchuan" later. When I was an infant, my father went to Qingdao to make a living and do business. My grandfather's family was a small, run-down landowner, so he left my mother behind and raised me to live with my parents in Xiaozhu Village. When my parents first got married, my grandfather passed away (he was only thirty-eight years old). My grandmother (grandmother) had a higher seniority in Pearl Village, and people in the village called her the fifth aunt and the fifth sister-in-law. At that time, there were mutual aid groups for farming, and my grandma’s family farmed the land with people from all over the village helping. There are two cousins ??in the same village, and their father is my grandfather’s biological brother. My eldest uncle likes me and suffers from "madness" (slightly mentally retarded). My second uncle is only one or two years older than me. He later joined the army in the East China Sea Fleet. He was very handsome at the time. After being demobilized and transferred to Weifang, he became a cadre. ). I grew up day by day and lived with my mother at my grandma's house. Every few days, my mother took me to my grandfather's house in Darenjia Village. Renjia Village was under the jurisdiction of Tushan Township and was twenty miles away from Pearl Village. Life was hard at my grandma's house, and I had to eat a lot of fine grains all year round, including vegetables and sweet potatoes. Our place is not far from the sea (Laizhou Bay), and there are seafood to eat. My favorite is the small yellow croaker that my grandma cooked for me (the small yellow croaker is dried in the sun and burned in the stove with the remaining fire of firewood). My mother is clever and handy, and can draw and embroider. Every day in Shahe Township, one episode of Big Pearl is held every ten days. My mother can sell her embroidered work at the fair. Sometimes I see my grandma holding a red 1 yuan (second set of RMB) money in her hand, which is the money my mother earned from selling embroidery. I followed my mother to the last episode, and when I came back, I held a Huo Shao (shaobing) in one hand and fried peanuts in the other. I took one bite of the Huo Shao and one bite of the peanuts. The aroma stayed in my heart for a lifetime. My mother's younger sister and my second aunt married into Fangjiacun (by the seaside) to fill in the house for my second uncle's house (my second uncle's first wife died of illness, and my second aunt passed away). My second aunt often went to my grandma's house and she was particularly fond of me. Once, I went to the countryside with my second aunt and mother to attend a wild stage opera. I got in front and watched Mr. Bao guillotine Chen Shimei. The people on the stage pressed Chen Shimei onto the guillotine and clicked it down. A stream of blood gushes out from Chen Shimei's neck. It's really scary! The second aunt quietly pulled me and walked behind the stage to take a look. There was "Chen Shimei" sitting there, wiping the "blood" on her neck with a handkerchief. The second aunt told me that he put a guillotine pole around his neck and filled it with red liquid. The guillotine struck the ground with the guillotine pole. Otherwise, it clicked and "blood" came out. At that time, opera singing was a real thing. It was not easy for artists to make a living. Once they sang, they had to get a guillotine. There are too many childhood things to mention. Let’s talk about why my nickname is “Bingchuan”. There is a shallow scar on my forehead, which was cut by a bayonet. In the second year after I was born, my hometown was liberated and the People's Liberation Army came. During the war, the Kuomintang soldiers could not let go of the common people when they saw them. My mother, who was twenty-four or five years old at the time, held me in her arms and hid with the villagers. The Kuomintang soldiers were defeated and had an encounter with the People's Liberation Army in Pearl Village. During the war, the mother and several other young women looked for a hiding place with their children in their arms, their faces smeared with plant ashes. My mother wrapped a pile of cooked sweet potatoes in a handkerchief and carried me to hide them in the kiln. These kilns are found in and outside the village. They are as deep as one person and the diameter of the well mouth. After entering, you can crawl to both sides. The sweet potatoes are inside. My mother hugged me and hid inside. There was a cover with hay and corn stalks on it. The People's Liberation Army won, the gunfire stopped, and they searched for enemy soldiers in and outside the village. There was a People's Liberation Army soldier holding a rifle with a bayonet on the gun, and found the underground kiln where his mother was hiding. He used his bayonet to lift open the hay and the lid of the underground kiln, and shouted at the people in the kiln to come out and surrender. My mother was scared to death, but she recognized that it was the Eighth Route Army (People's Liberation Army), so she stood up from the underground kiln with me in her arms. The People's Liberation Army saw that it was a woman holding a child. I cried in my mother's arms and quickly retrieved the bayonet. It was a little late. My mother hugged me and stood up in a hurry. The tip of the bayonet suddenly cut my forehead, causing blood. It stained my mother's and mine's clothes red. The People's Liberation Army took it too seriously. They pulled my mother up and found something to wrap my wounds and give me something to eat. From then on, my forehead was left with a scar from the People's Liberation Army. This small scar will never be erased for the rest of my life.

My hometown was liberated, and a company of the People's Liberation Army was stationed in Pearl to rest and recuperate. They got along really well with the folks in the village! My grandma's house has three mud-tiled thatched houses in a separate courtyard. It is spacious and houses several People's Liberation Army soldiers. They got along very well with my mother and grandmother, and because of the knife mark on my forehead, I became a "legend". Not to mention that the People's Liberation Army soldiers like me very much. They carry me around the village all day long, and I spend every day on the shoulders of the People's Liberation Army. The People's Liberation Army was leaving a few months later, and they hugged me and kissed me... They were from Sichuan. In order to commemorate them and because the year I was born was the year of Bingxu, people in the village asked my grandma to give me a name that would remember these People's Liberation Army soldiers. My mother even agreed. After much deliberation, I decided to name it "Bingchuan"! How interesting, "C" is the year of my birth, and "Chuan" refers to those Sichuan People's Liberation Army soldiers who are more like relatives than relatives. In this way, they left, bidding farewell to the people of Jianzhu Village forever, and they could not forget the child who cut his forehead with a bayonet and left a scar. "Bingchuan" accompanies me. Whenever my mother calls "Bingchuan", an imaginary heroic People's Liberation Army man with a bayonet will appear in front of my eyes! Ah, when I talk about Shandong, my childhood memories are like a dream...