Chapter 330 It's the Holiday【Subscription】
Then Yang Ping, Yang Hua, Wang Yougui, Tan Juguo and others ran out one after another. All the men, women and children of the village came out and stood outside, looking up at the sky. Although they are excited, they are still somewhat suppressed. In the Northeast, the weather changes just like the personality of the Northeast people. The wind and thunder come quickly, but it may not necessarily rain. Maybe the dark clouds cover the sky one moment, and the next moment the clouds will see the sun. Therefore, before there are no raindrops falling, no one is sure whether the rain will fall or not.
Pointing to the mountain, Fangzheng also stood in the courtyard with the lone wolf, monkey, and squirrel looking up at the sky. At this time, the voice of the red boy rang in Fangzheng's ear: "Master, the wind is coming, the clouds are gathering, and now it's raining." Is it?"
Fangzheng clasped his hands together and sighed, "Amitabha, what a blessing! Disciple, let it rain."
The next moment, amidst the rumbling thunder, heavy rain fell, and the raindrops fell on the dry land, and the dust from the blows flew into the air. A smell of ozone produced after a burst of thunder and lightning permeated the air, and people greedily inhaled the smell , Comfortable! cool, cool!
This dark cloud covered a wide area, directly covering the land of several nearby villages. When it rained heavily, many people ran to the streets to celebrate, and some even started clamoring to buy wine, cook, and ask for food at night. Have a good meal and celebrate.
Some people are happy and some are sad.
Li Ze, a meteorologist at the Meteorological Observatory, is now devastated. 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 higher authorities also attached great importance to it, and held three consecutive meetings to discuss countermeasures. Even the county magistrate began to ask for relief funds from above. Seeing a vigorous water transport, the campaign to rescue farmland was about to start, but it rained...
Looking at the leader's office in front of him, Li Ze swallowed, gritted his teeth and walked in.
The colleagues outside immediately heard the roar of a magnitude 12 earthquake inside... and shook their heads.
Although the rain came, the drought this time also sounded the alarm for all the villagers. If we continue to pump water like this, drought will happen sooner or later, so we must plan ahead.
To this end, the whole village held a grand villagers meeting, and finally everyone agreed to cancel rice planting, stop pumping water randomly, and fully cultivate bamboo forests.
When Fangzheng heard the news, he smiled and spent a few days helping the mother bamboo of Hanzhu to expand its root system. Although the quality of cold bamboos at the bottom of the mountain is not as good as those at the top of the mountain, the worst cold bamboos are much better than the bamboos on the market outside. It is not difficult to benefit One Finger Village.
With several consecutive heavy rains, the groundwater was replenished again. At the same time, the cold bamboo grew wildly after the rain and began to expand its 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, which turned out to be surprisingly easy to sell! Many people ran to follow to learn the craft.
Tan Juguo even invited a master who is good at making bamboo products to come back and teach everyone how to weave mats, make bamboo products, bamboo charcoal, etc... For a while, the whole village was consumed with bamboo. Although everyone is slow to learn, cold bamboo grows fast, and it can fully supply the squandering of the villagers.
At the same time, Yang Ping divided the bamboo forest in the village into three, six, and nine grades. The farther away from Yizhi Mountain, the lower the grade of bamboo, and the highest grade is the bamboo on the top of the mountain. The bamboo products made are also the most beautiful and perfect, just like jade, and the demand exceeds supply in the market! The price of a bamboo mat has risen to 3,000 yuan a piece!
For a while, the eyes of the whole village were red, but everyone also understood that there were not a few bamboos on the mountain, which could only be used as treasures of the town store to attract customers. If you really want to make money, you have to count on the bamboo at the foot of the mountain... Some people ran out to learn the skills of making bamboo shoot kimchi with others, some people learned to cook various dishes of bamboo shoots, and some people honed their manual skills. At this moment, they all became more positive, there were fewer people playing cards, and less people squatting on the street to talk nonsense in their spare time. Instead, there were more people discussing various crafts.
And these changes only took half a month...
Looking at the changes in the villagers at the bottom of the mountain, Fangzheng felt a hundred and twenty happy in his heart. Nothing makes people happier than the happiness of the people around them. Of course, the people in the next village are also envious, but it's a pity that envy can't come. Fang Zheng couldn't help even if he wanted to, the cold bamboo had grown to its limit, and the root system couldn't expand.
Seeing the days go by day by day, Fangzheng counted the time and found out that tomorrow is a holiday!
"Disciples, tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival." During the meal, Fang Zheng said.
"What is the Dragon Boat Festival?" Lone wolves, monkeys, and squirrels have no idea about this. They only have the lively Spring Festival in their minds, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month when the ground is full of flames, and the tomb-sweeping day when they pay homage to their ancestors.
Before Fangzheng opened his mouth, Honghaier had already started talking, shaking his head: "I told you a long time ago that I have nothing to learn, and I need to know a few words, right? The so-called Dragon Boat Festival is a festival to commemorate a human hero." .But this is not important. The important thing is that there are so many fun and delicious things during the Dragon Boat Festival. What about dragon boat racing, eating rice dumplings..."
Fangzheng knocked on the red boy's head and said, "What is unimportant? The Dragon Boat Festival is a day to pay homage to human spirits. There is nothing more important than paying homage to and learning the spirit of our ancestors."
"Master, since it's a sacrifice, why are there still dragon boat races and rice dumplings? Why isn't it like Qingming Festival?" Squirrel asked curiously.
Fangzheng said: "There are many things to say. This Dragon Boat Festival is also called "Chongwu" and "Chongwu". Different places have different customs. It first originated in the land of Wuyue. On the fifth day, the local people will hold the custom of tribal totem sacrifice in the form of dragon boat races. The ancients like to start the first five days of each month with the word end, such as end one, end two, end three and so on.
The land of Wuyue is the birthplace of the ancient Yue people. The ancient Yue people respected the dragon and regarded themselves as the descendants of the dragon. They carved the dragon on the boat as a totem to pray for peace and auspiciousness. It is said that visiting relatives at that time was to go back and forth in a canoe with dragon patterns painted on it, and occasionally competed who could row faster, which gradually became a way of celebration and a way of showing strength. This is also the origin of the dragon boat, and then... After a long period of evolution, it has become the current dragon boat race.
As for eating zongzi, it was because during the Spring and Autumn Period, when the Chu State was defeated, Qu Yuan threw a stone into the Miluo River, showing his loyalty. Later, in order to encourage this kind of loyalty, the kings linked the Dragon Boat Festival with Qu Yuan and became a festival to commemorate Qu Yuan. In order to pay homage to Qu Yuan, the common people wrapped glutinous rice in zongzi leaves, threw them into the river, and fed them to the fish and shrimp, hoping that the fish and shrimp would not eat Qu Yuan's body when they were full after eating the zongzi. This is also a kind of sacrifice, yearning and respect for the loyal people. "