Records of the Peng Clan’s Roots and Ancestors

Text: Kiss the Dust

In May, there is neither the harsh cold of spring nor the scorching heat and laziness of midsummer. It is gentle but not indifferent, warm but not warm. Restrained, the sky is calm, and the herbs are happy. During the rare May Day holiday, nearly 30 members of the Peng clan from Zhongjiang, Deyang, Chengdu, An County and Santai County drove from all directions to Yun Tong Township, Badong Town, Santai County to trace the lives of their ancestors …

We are the continuation of our parents’ lives, and our children are the continuation of our lives. Our ancestors continue to live and multiply and survive...

People generally have vague memories of their ancestors above their grandparents’ generation. , or even didn’t know it at all. The only impressions came from the dictation of the elders and the patchwork of information obtained from the neighbors. It was so full of mystery and legend.

Tracing the traces of our ancestors and having a thorough understanding of where our roots come from? What did our ancestors go through? In that turbulent era, nurturing children and passing them on from generation to generation is a kind of dedication, fraternity and sentiment!

In May in the countryside, the air is exceptionally clear, and the fragrance of grapefruit flowers comes to your nostrils. Loquat fruits are hanging all over the branches, and the golden rapeseed flowers have been replaced by plump fruits. Pieces of wheat fields have experienced the torment of wind and rain, and the baptism of cold winter has made the wheat ears plump and plump. The breeze blows, and the wheat ears sway from side to side, colliding back and forth, like high-fiving to welcome our arrival, and like celebrating this year's harvest. At this time, a group of us were surrounded by this gift of nature, feeling relaxed and refreshed.

At ten o'clock, we arrived at Badong Town, Santai County. The patriarch, Mr. Peng Jiandong, and the local Peng clan members who had contacted us in advance went to guide us, receive us, and give detailed explanations. Let our descendants understand the specific situation at that time in more detail.

I learned that the first place where our ancestors settled when Huguang occupied Sichuan was formerly known as Maogoudong. Now the houses are no longer old and dilapidated, and the white walls and bricks are newly built.

Because Peng Jiaqiang, who currently lives here, has gone out to work and is away from home all year round, the yard is overgrown with weeds. Even so, a group of thirty of us still took a group photo in front of the house. Thinking about the fact that all the ancestors of the clansmen from all over the world were born here and once lived here, I feel very close to my heart.

In order to let future generations understand the history in more detail, my grandfather, who is over 80 years old, is responsible for explaining it. His weather-beaten bronze face is covered with wrinkles, his back is stooped, and the joints of his hands have long been deformed... But talking about the past people is like a memorized history text, smooth and affectionate, and particularly sonorous and powerful. I think this It is the power of inheritance.

Under the guidance of the local Peng family members, they successively went to the cemetery of Peng Xingfu, the 34th generation of the Peng family when Huguang was filling in Sichuan. The monument of Peng Xingfu's wife Liu Shijun has collapsed due to its age and many reasons such as the May 12 earthquake in 2008. That day, a group of twenty strong young men tried their best but could not erect the monument.

It is said that her son was a famous official at that time and held an important position, so his mother could be called the envoy.

They are the first generation to move to Sichuan. The elders all have a handwritten genealogy in their hands. Although it is a bit old and tattered, they have carefully collected it. After years of baptism and precipitation, it becomes even more precious.

At noon, local clan members gave a warm reception to dozens of us at the Yun Tongxiang Sichuan Restaurant. The small restaurant became lively and full of laughter. During the dinner, we were feasted on the delicious food, and the pure green farm-style stir-fry also brought us back to the precious memories of our childhood.

During lunch, an old man was picked up in a special car.

The old man was working in the underground party and had many encounters with the enemy. His life was hanging by a thread, but in the end he was saved... His legendary life can write a history book. We were horrified by the chaos of the army and marveled at the tenacious vitality of the old man... We deserve our admiration and respect!

During the lunch, the patriarch spoke concisely, concisely and sincerely. He said: "As the physical strength and energy of the older generation decline, I hope that the younger generations will take over the baton and the clan members will gather together often." , Chang Lian, inheriting the family culture and carrying it forward.”

After lunch, the next destination is the old home of Peng’s ancestors. It is said that it was left over from the middle and late Ming Dynasty. There are many ups and downs and legendary stories about this old house. The old house has an excellent location.

When the elders talked about it, they described it vividly and vividly, such as the wind and sand rolling outside, the silence in the courtyard, and the mosquito wires not moving...

Although many descendants have moved away from here and built new residences. , but they also often gather here to have baba banquets, talk about things, and communicate with each other.

The rich history of the courtyard can be found everywhere, including the lady's attic, carving art, and the typical courtyard house (although it is no longer complete). At that time, the ancestors lived and multiplied here and passed down the tradition from generation to generation.

It has a long history and no efforts have been made to preserve every brick and tile inside. However, the old house has stood there resolutely after experiencing the baptism of the years.

Everyone communicates, plays mahjong, fights landlords, and chats to pass the time in the club. Laifukang Club also flourishes with the arrival of family members. I hope that family members will often come to guide the work and provide valuable opinions. .

In the evening, everyone gathered and chatted happily at the Sihaixiang Hotel. This was the end of a pleasant and meaningful day. Inadvertently, we walked in and got to know each other. There is still a long way to go in the future. This is a unique spiritual home and a harbor of love that needs to be protected by the clan members.