The troops are divided into three groups
"The quan is a fishing tool. In ancient times, the tool for catching fish was called a quan, and the tool for catching hares was called a hoof, which is the hoof of a donkey. As for what it looks like, I have never seen it. It is roughly like a basket. Today, we can see from the traditional Chinese character "毬" that "愰" was originally the shape of a single person with a buckled basket next to it, because the ancients believed that this thing requires almost no labor, as long as it is lowered into the water, You can have fish to eat at night. For people in ancient times, this was a wishful thinking. Later, with the development of agriculture, it was also a wishful thinking to harvest more crops, so it was changed to He Mubang!" Uncle Zhang explained while drinking.
I said to myself, the college students of those days are really not the same as the college students of today. I can’t help but be impressed by the depth of their knowledge! If it were me, hehe, I wouldn’t say it anymore.
Aunt Fen spread her hands and made a quiet gesture, and said: "Let's do this like this. The troops are divided into three groups, and we go to find out where the Bianjia Tomb is and start from the Bianjia Tomb. We go all the way to find it along the river. The highland where the dumb bomb was left, started from the original itinerary of Mr. Chen and this god. Along the way, we went to investigate how many bridges there were on the river! Keep the phone open at all times!" Uncle Zhang interrupted: "You only have one phone now. I will give you two more cars, one of which is off-road. After all, you are searching along the river and the dirt road is rugged... "
Early the next morning, we set off in three groups. Xiao Baihua and I were responsible for finding the location of Bianjia Tomb. Chongxi is in charge of the bridge. Lin Feng’s hometown is here. He is more familiar with it than us and is responsible for finding the high ground.
After we parted ways, I sat in the car and turned on my phone. The map software on my mobile phone has created quite a lot of convenience for me. The two of us first searched for nearby villages with the word Bian on the map, found a Bianjia Pu, and drove there with great hope. When I got there, I inquired and found out that this so-called Bianjiapu was eight miles away from Yahong Bridge! It is impossible for the ancestral graves to be buried that far away. We asked local fellow villagers if there were any other Bianjia villages. After asking along the way, a businessman told me that there was a village about ten miles east that had many surnames called Bianjiazhuang, but was not called Bianjiazhuang.
But this was already a very important news for us, so we drove to the place the fellow said. When I entered the village and inquired about it, I found that the ancestral graves of this village were just outside the village! Not even close to the water! I fell down again in an instant. It was around nine o'clock in the morning, and there was an old lady sunbathing on a big stone on the dirt road in the countryside. When the old lady saw that we were strangers to each other, she asked, "You two children are not from this village, are you? Are you related to someone else? I can't figure it out, right?"
I hurried forward and explained our purpose to the old lady, saying that we were looking for this Bianjia village. The old lady thought for a moment after hearing what I said, and then said: "It turns out that there really is a Bianzhuangzi in Yahongqiao. Now I know that there are not many people who have this village. I have to ask the old man. It seems to be northwest of Yahongqiao Town. When It’s too long, I can’t remember it!”
Hearing what the old lady said, I thought it was right! What happened here at Dashou happened in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, which means two to three hundred years have passed! If you calculate it this way, the village formed by the children of this family is also a hundred years old! I don’t know if it is there now, and even if it is there, no one may know that this is the Bianjia Village in Bianshou! You really need to ask an old man, maybe it’s really possible!
So, we drove straight to the northwest of Yahong Bridge. After asking about it, I found out that this place is called Gaoqiao, and it is indeed 8 miles away from Yahong Bridge, but it is actually not within the scope of Yahong Bridge. It's just that today's economy has developed, and the buildings on both sides are connected together. It's hard to tell that this is outside Yahong Bridge. I asked an uncle and thought, it seems that Zhuangzi here should be nearby! At this time, the uncle said "Huh?". I thought he had remembered something, so I looked up and asked him: "Are there any representative buildings from the Yahong Bridge?" Who knew he was careful? After looking me over, he said: "Well, go to the bus station and ask around! By the way! Are you from the metaphysics hall on TV?! Hey hey hey!" As he said that, he took out his cell phone and asked me to film!
After we escaped, we drove to the bus station again. After interviewing many households near the bus station, I finally learned from an old man in one household that Bianzhuangzi had long been renamed. In the past, the village was very small, with only five villages forming one brigade. Let me now go to the South Outer Ring to inquire.
In this way, we found the area near the South Outer Ring Road, and we actually found the Bian family. When I asked, I found that the ancestral graves were not by the river at all. At the end of the day, there was no progress! Looking at the time, it was already after five o'clock in the afternoon. Reluctantly, Xiao Baihua and I drove back to the Metaphysics Museum.
Back at the Metaphysics Hall, Chongxi told me that there were two bridges nearby. After looking at them all, they were all cement bridges, obviously they were not built for a long time! Lin Feng was the last to come back, and he had a tired look on his face when he walked in. He told everyone that after driving for dozens of kilometers on a dirt road, the highest terrain on both sides of the river was Hedi, which was seven or eight meters high. The rest were all flat land deposited by the Hetao in the past. Along the way, I also found two cemeteries near the waterside. When I inquired about them, I found that they were righteous places and not ancestral graves at all. All the clues were lost!
Everyone was very disappointed. Xiao Baihua also looked sad when she saw my disappointed face. After dinner, Xiao Baihua and I returned home. We were bored and turned on the computer to search for relevant information on Baidu Wu End.
On a website, I saw information about the history of Yahong Bridge. It was a blog and there was no contact information on it. I immediately registered for that blog and left a message for the other party. Soon the other party responded to the message. It seemed that the other party was also a diligent person. They exchanged WeChat messages and added friends. The other person told me that the article was a repost, and the original text came from the Wu Ending Forum. A glimmer of hope flashed in my mind, and I immediately asked the person for the link to the Wu Ending Forum.
However, the other party told me that the Wu Ending Forum has been closed due to the escalation of arguments among some literary friends. However, he provided some information about the original author, who is a literary and historical expert who has been quietly working on the ancient and modern history of Yahong Bridge for more than ten years. Unfortunately, he does not have his contact information.
I closed the computer and looked back. The little white flower was lying on my shoulder at this time, with its eyelids up and down. It seemed that she was very sleepy. Looking up, it's already past ten o'clock in the evening. It's been a busy day today, and Xiao Baihua is indeed tired. Don't expect me to carry her to bed, she can just about carry me. I patted her and asked her to sleep first while I called Uncle Zhang.
"Uncle Zhang, I just learned some information from a netizen..." I recounted to Uncle Zhang what the netizen told me, focusing on the literature and history expert. Uncle Zhang pondered for a moment and said, "I've heard a little bit about the person you're talking about. He probably isn't from Yahongqiao. He seems to be from the Yang family in the north. Don't worry about it. I'll find a way to find him!"
The next afternoon I received a call from Uncle Zhang, saying that the expert had found it, but the other party was very busy and was working on some local ancient inscriptions. Uncle Zhang told me that we could only meet halfway, so let's hurry over without delay.
We immediately got in the car and followed Uncle Zhang to visit. After meeting the old expert, I heard that it was the younger generation who came to ask about the literature and history of Yahong Bridge. The old man was very enthusiastic and introduced the ancient and modern history of Yahong Bridge in detail. (The following narrative is quoted from a relevant article by Mr. Zhang Zhenjiang, an expert in literature and history, with slight changes - author's note)
Yahongqiao is known as Jingdong Daji. There is no clear record of when Jingdong Daji originated. In the third year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty, Jizhou General Chronicle records: Yahongqiaogang market day is on the fifth and tenth of each month, Gaoqiao on the second and seventh, Xixuanhudian on the third and eighth, Zhujiangwu on the fourth and ninth, Qianjiagou first and seventh. Six, Fang Yuan is about ten miles away. The population of the county is 1.2 million. The markets are mainly small and scattered.
In the 20th year of Kangxi's reign, the county records of Gaoqiao and Xixuanhudian are missing from the text in two episodes. The decentralized market was transformed into a large market with Yaohong Bridge as the center, which may be the prototype of the large market. During the centuries of prosperity during the Kangxi and Qianlong dynasties, the population increased sharply, commercial operations expanded rapidly, and foreign merchants arrived one after another, gradually forming a market covering dozens or hundreds of miles in square gardens.
After investigation, the Jingdong Collection has a history of more than 300 years. It has experienced about four ** and four declines. The first revolution: the emergence of cotton farmers along the Huanxiang River during the Tongzhi period of the Qing Dynasty. The county annals in the 10th year of Guangxu's reign contain: There is good cotton in Nanxiang, and the textile rolling mills of every family are connected. Every household spins cotton and weaves homespun cotton, cotton yarn and cotton cloth, switching from domestic sales to export sales. Utilize the Huanxiang River water transport to connect Tianjin and the Beijing Airlines Grand Canal. The dry road leads to Zhangjiakou in the west and leads to the northwest, from Lenggou and Xifengkou to Chifeng and the Inner and Inner Mongolia prairie, and in the east from Shanhaiguan to connect the three eastern provinces. Water and dry roads intersect, and there is the sound of camel bells and the sound of oars coming from the water. In the early years of Jiaqing in the Qing Dynasty, when the monument of Sansheng Temple was rebuilt in Hezhen, 74 large and relatively large businesses and shops donated money, including handicraft workshops for oil pressing, rice and flour processing, wine making, vinegar making, silk and satin, silk yarn, pawnshops, banks, etc. Donations from major businesses.
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