After a while, Zhang Shaofei followed Le Zhidan to the small river beside the village.
On the river beach, the endless rapeseed flowers caught Zhang Shaofei's eyes, sweeping over like a surging tide of flowers. The strong wind blew, turning up layers of waves like waves on the sea, covering the mountains and plains, and the river up and down, suddenly turned into golden color. world. "The scenery is so beautiful!" Zhang Shaofei couldn't help but admire.
A clear river flows around the village.
Here and now, the scenery is so beautiful and the air is so fresh.
The morning sun shines on the river, and the water reflects the sky. The water in the river is so clear and clear.
Sometimes you can see small fish jumping on the water, making small waves; wild ducks come and go freely in the river bend; rock eagles and kites are also hovering in the air, looking for prey.
If you look up close, wildflowers of different colors bloom on both sides of the river bank; if you look far away, you can see lush trees on the mountains.
On the cliffs, you can sometimes see several pots of bright azaleas and oleanders;
Sometimes near the river bank, you will see a fluffy Lycoris flower and a few pretty wild lilies;
Sometimes the fragrance of orchid grass fills the river valley, making people feel even more intoxicated;
There is also a pair of mandarin ducks playing freely in the river;
Several village girls squatted by the river and rubbed their clothes.
The rapeseed field on the river beach was filled with their washed clothes hanging out to dry.
The girl's colorful clothes and the rape flowers complement each other, just like a colorful auspicious cloud, gently descending on this land.
A fresh and refined girl was rubbing her clothes and humming a folk song softly:
The water of the small river is clear and clear...
When Zhang Shaofei heard such a beautiful singing voice, he couldn't help but sing along: "Clear the water in the river, talk about sorrow coldly..."
The girl suddenly heard a low and sad male voice singing, and couldn't help but raise her head.
Zhang Shaofei saw from a distance that she had two long braids on her head, and the rest of her hair hung down her neck to her shoulders and chest, making her look lovely.
The girl saw a handsome young man singing to her, smiled brightly at him, then stroked a strand of soft hair beside her face and sang:
There is a river at the foot of a high mountain. The younger sister is a stream and the older brother is a river.
The creek is not the companion of the river, so I advise you not to pursue your sister.
When Zhang Shaofei heard this, he couldn't help but laugh secretly and thought: Isn't this the folk song my mother sang when I was a child? How did the folk songs from Shijiawan, Luoyang, Henan, reach her?
It turns out that Zhang Shaofei's father, Zhang Jinzhao, married his mother, Ding Fengying, back home by singing folk songs.
Before Zhang Jinzhao obtained the imperial examination, he once had the experience of going out on a boat trip.
He is a moderate person, he goes out to the docks, and neither smokes nor gambles. But he likes women and sings folk songs.
Living in such an environment on a ship, the boatmen's words and deeds naturally became wild and wild. Although Zhang Jinzhao came from a scholarly family, he was influenced by it unknowingly.
Both sides of the Yangtze River are partly populated by Hakkas, and most of the Hakka young men and women like to sing folk songs.
They sing in singing competitions, in the mountains and rivers, at the end of the road, or when they are tired from working in the fields, even if they don't meet any opponents, they still have to entertain themselves by humming a few words and using the Come to relieve boredom and vent your feelings.
They may be moved by the scene and talk to each other sincerely; they may quote scriptures; or they may laugh at each other and praise each other, just having fun.
Hakka people use river water near rivers and streams near streams. They are accustomed to building weirs on streams and river beaches to block the flowing water and form a green weir pond.
The water on the weir pond can drive the water wheel to rotate, which is used for rice milling, flour grinding, oil extraction, indigenous papermaking and farmland irrigation.
The weirs are all made of stones. In order to prevent floods from destroying the weirs, the Hakkas cut down pine trees from the mountains, carried them to the river, chopped them into tree stumps, and smashed them into the river bed with sledgehammers to form countless wooden piles. It clamps the rocks tightly to prevent floods from easily overturning the weir.
The water on the ridge is deep, and several waterwheels on the bank are washed by the river and rotate day and night, as if singing lingering and ancient songs, splashing and splashing, transporting the river water to the field dam for irrigation.
In the hot summer, most boat workers only wear a pair of shorts because they spend a lot of time working on the water. They are happy to take off their wet clothes and hang them on the tiller or on the oars to dry.
Sometimes, the wind blew my clothes and pants, fluttering like small flags.
The man stood on the bow of the boat and shouted a folk song with his arms akimbo, frightening the waterfowl on the river to fly in all directions.
The scorching sun has been directly scorching their bodies for a long time, and each boatman's skin has been tanned as if painted with a layer of tung oil, and his complexion has become brown and bright.
One time, Zhang Jinzhao and his fleet came to a weir. Some boatmen saw a delicate and graceful woman near the water wheel, squatting on a large stone slab by the river and washing clothes.
One of the boatmen got excited for a moment and encouraged Zhang Wenbin: "Abin, sing folk songs with her!"
At that time, Zhang Jinzhao was already a handsome and handsome man in his early eighteen years. When he was just ten years old, his mother wanted to ask a matchmaker to arrange a marriage for Zhang Luo with a good family and good character. The girl said that she would consummate the marriage to him within a few years, so that she could start a family as soon as possible and continue the family lineage of the Feng family.
Zhang Jinzhao, on the other hand, was not satisfied with any of the marriages proposed by his mother. He often spent his hard-earned wages on Hakka girls outside, and even used the money to make money for nothing.
Zhang Jinzhao had a hobby. When he was sailing through a village or a ferry, when he met a woman he liked, he liked to tease her with folk songs.
Sometimes, if he meets a narrow-minded woman, he will scold her;
If you meet a thin-skinned woman, just bow your head and ignore her;
If he meets a generous woman, he will sing with her heartily.
Once, when the boat passed a village ferry in Pujiang, Zhang Jinzhao saw a slender woman washing clothes on a big stone under the big banyan tree at the ferry. He found some gossip to talk to the woman: "Pretty girl, I'm sailing with my brother to visit Suzhou. Hang bought rouge and gouache for you."
The woman raised her head and looked at him carefully.
Zhang Jinzhao saw that her big eyes were as clear and charming as water in a river.
After a while, the woman smiled sweetly: "I'm not coming back!"
Zhang Jinzhao was so troubled by the woman's provocative eyes and smile that he almost forgot his last name.
"Okay?" The woman gave Wang Wenbin another wink.
"Okay! If you don't come back, you won't come back!" Zhang Wenbin couldn't hold back the passion that surged through his body, and shouted, "Pretty girl, wait for me!" Then, he threw away his pennies and jumped into the water, trying to catch up with the woman. .
The woman turned around, Zhang Jinzhao looked up and saw her pretty pink face, which made his heart skip a beat.
When the woman saw Wang Wenbin swimming over, she lowered her head and smiled secretly, smoothed her hair and sang:
There is a river at the foot of a high mountain. The younger sister is a stream and the older brother is a river.
The creek is not the companion of the river, so I advise you not to pursue your sister.
Zhang Jinzhao sang:
There is a river at the foot of a high mountain. The elder brother is a fish and the younger sister is a stream.
How can a fish not love water, and how can a brother not love his sister?
The woman sings:
Brother, don't be too fussy, your wife is very aggressive.
Go back and twist your ears, and make you kneel and rub the floor.
Zhang Jinzhao sang:
My brother really loves my sister, and he is still unmarried at the age of eighteen.
I have the intention to marry my sister, and they will love each other for hundreds of years.
The woman sings:
I have cultivated a destiny in this life in my past life, and I am willing to be connected with you in this life.
If my sister marries you, my brother is not allowed to have any objections.
Zhang Jinzhao sang:
I wish to be a winged bird in the sky, and a twig on the ground.
If you change your mind midway, you will be struck by heaven and struck by lightning.
In this way, Zhang Wenbin moved the girl's heart with his beautiful folk songs and won the beauty back.
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After Zhang Shaofei heard the girl's singing, he thought of his parents and felt very warm, so he walked over. After walking for a few steps, I then thought again: I can't go and meet her like a beggar.
So, he squatted down, put his hands together, and picked up a handful of water to wash his face...
