Then Yang Ping, Yang Hua, Wang Yougui, Tan Juguo and others ran out one after another. All the men, women and children in the village came out and stood outside, looking up at the sky. Although excited, everyone is still a little suppressed. In the Northeast, the weather changes just like the personality of Northeastern people. Wind and thunder come quickly, but it may not rain. The sky may be covered by dark clouds one moment, and the sun will clear the next moment. Therefore, until no raindrops fall, no one is sure whether the rain will fall.
Pointing to the mountain, Fang Zheng also stood in the yard with a lone wolf, a monkey, and a squirrel, looking up at the sky. At this time, Red Boy's voice sounded in Fang Zheng's ears: "Master, the wind is coming, the clouds are gathering, and it's raining now." What?"
Fang Zheng clasped his hands together and sighed: "Amitabha, how good it is! Disciple, let it rain."
The next moment there was rumbling thunder, and a heavy downpour fell. The raindrops fell on the dry land, and the dust rose into the sky. The smell of ozone produced after thunder and lightning filled the air, and people greedily inhaled the smell. , Comfortable! Cool, refreshing!
This dark cloud covered a wide area, directly covering several nearby villages. After a heavy rain, countless people ran to the streets to celebrate, and some even started shouting about buying wine, cooking, and having dinner in the evening. Have a good meal and celebrate.
Some are happy and some are sad.
Li Ze, the meteorologist at the meteorological station, is now in a state of collapse. According to all data, this severe drought will last at least one and a half months! To this end, he wrote a 13,000-word report. The superiors also attached great importance to it and held meetings for three consecutive days to discuss countermeasures. Even the county magistrate began to ask for relief funds from above. Seeing that a vigorous water transportation and farmland rescue campaign was about to begin, it rained...
Looking at the leader's office in front of him, Li Ze swallowed, gritted his teeth and walked in.
Colleagues outside immediately heard a roar like a magnitude 12 earthquake inside... and shook their heads.
Although the rain has come, this drought has also sounded the alarm to all villagers. If we continue to pump water like this, drought will happen sooner or later, so we must take precautions.
To this end, the whole village held a grand village meeting, and finally everyone unanimously agreed to cancel rice planting, stop pumping water at will, and make every effort to cultivate bamboo forests.
When Fang Zheng heard the news, he smiled, and then spent a few days helping the cold bamboo mother bamboo expand its root system. Although the quality of the cold bamboo at the bottom of the mountain is not as good as that at the top of the mountain, the worst cold bamboo is still much better than the bamboo on the market outside. It is not difficult to benefit a village.
As several consecutive heavy rains fell, the groundwater was replenished again. At the same time, the cold bamboo grew wildly after the rain and began to expand the area. At the same time, a large number of tourists came to see the bamboo forest and eat bamboo shoots. The old carpenter in the village made some small pendants out of bamboo, and they sold surprisingly well! Many people went to learn the craft from him.
Tan Juguo even invited a master who was good at making bamboo products to come back and teach everyone how to weave mats, make bamboo products, bamboo charcoal, etc... Suddenly the whole village was obsessed with bamboo. Although everyone is slow to learn, Hanzhu grows quickly and can fully support the villagers' squandering.
At the same time, Yang Ping divided the bamboo forest in the village into three, six or nine grades. The farther away from Yizhi Mountain, the lower the grade of bamboo, and the bamboo on the top of the mountain is the highest grade. The bamboo products made are also the most beautiful and perfect, just like jade, and are in short supply in the market! The price of a bamboo mat has risen to 3,000 yuan a piece!
For a moment, the eyes of the whole village were red, but everyone also understood that there were not many bamboos on the mountain to cut, and they could only be used as a treasure for the store to attract customers. If you really want to make money, you have to rely on the bamboo at the foot of the mountain... Some people ran out to learn the art of making bamboo shoot pickles with others, some learned to cook various dishes with bamboo shoots, and some honed their handicraft skills. The whole village seemed to be in a state of chaos. At this moment, everyone became more positive. There were fewer people playing cards, and fewer people squatting on the street in their spare time talking. Instead, there were more people discussing various crafts.
And these changes only took half a month...
Fang Zheng looked at the changes in the villagers at the foot of the mountain and felt very happy in his heart. Nothing makes people happier than the happiness of the people around him. Of course, people in the next village are also envious, but it's a pity that the envy cannot come. Fangzheng couldn't help even if he wanted to. The cold bamboo had grown to its limit and the root system could not expand.
Watching the days go by, Fangzheng counted the time and found that there was actually a festival tomorrow!
"Disciples, tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival." Fang Zheng said while eating.
"What is the Dragon Boat Festival?" The lone wolf, monkey and squirrel have no idea about this. They only have the lively Spring Festival in their minds, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month with flames all over the ground, and the solemn Qingming Festival to pay homage to their ancestors.
Before Fang Zheng could speak, Hong Hai'er was already shaking his head and talking: "I told you before that if you have nothing to do, you have to learn more things and know a few words, right? The so-called Dragon Boat Festival, this is a festival to commemorate a human hero. . But this is not important. What is important is that there are so many fun and delicious foods during the Dragon Boat Festival. What about dragon boat racing and eating rice dumplings... "
Fang Zheng knocked Red Boy's head and said, "What do you mean it's not important? The Dragon Boat Festival is a day to pay homage to the heroic spirits of mankind. There is nothing more important than paying homage and learning the spirit of our ancestors."
"Master, since it is a memorial ceremony, why are there dragon boat racing and eating rice dumplings? Why not do it like the Qingming Festival?" the squirrel asked curiously.
Fang Zheng said: "There are too many to mention. This Dragon Boat Festival is also called "Chongwu", "Chongwu", etc. The customs in different places are different. It originated in the land of Wuyue, and every time in early May On the fifth day of the month, local people will hold tribal totem sacrifices in the form of dragon boat races. The ancients liked to start the first five days of each month with the character Duan, such as Duan Yi, Duan Er, Duan San, etc.
The land of Wuyue is the birthplace of the Guyue people. The Guyue people respect the dragon and regard themselves as descendants of the dragon. They carve the dragon on the boat as a totem to pray for peace and good luck. It is said that when visiting relatives, they used canoes painted with dragon patterns to go back and forth, and occasionally competed with each other to see who could row faster. This gradually became a way of celebrating and showing strength. This is also the origin of dragon boat racing. What happened later... After a long period of evolution, it became the current dragon boat race.
As for eating rice dumplings, it is because during the Spring and Autumn Period, when the Chu State was defeated, Qu Yuan threw himself into the Miluo River with stones in his arms, showing his loyalty. Later, in order to encourage this kind of loyalty, the kings associated the Dragon Boat Festival with Qu Yuan and became a festival to commemorate Qu Yuan. In order to commemorate Qu Yuan, the people wrapped glutinous rice in zongzi leaves, threw them into the river, and fed the fish and shrimp, hoping that the fish and shrimp would eat the zongzi and stop eating Qu Yuan's body. This is also a kind of memorial, remembrance and respect for the loyal people. "
(End of chapter)