Time wrinkles for thousands of years, and nebulae explode across the universe.
Where did humans come from and where will they go?
In the Magellanic Cloud 163,000 light-years away from the earth, a supermassive star is on the verge of death, explodes and produces a supernova, the gas spreads, and stars shine! 160,000 years later, on February 23, 1987, a wave of trillions of neutrinos first passed through the Earth, followed by visible light and X-rays reaching the Earth.
In that era of warlords' melee, an extraterrestrial lightning ball pierced the earth's atmosphere, trailing a long flame like a meteor, and landed on an unknown small village in eastern Henan. Oh, to be exact, there are only two families named Pan living on the mound. The northeast corner of the small village suddenly burst into flames, and a fire pit with a diameter of 100 meters appeared here.
At this time, a group of skirmishers and military trucks that were retreating by here retreated in panic and had no time to take care of what was happening here! The only Pan refugee who migrated from the West recorded everything that happened...
Later, the village gradually grew larger, the population increased, and the surname Guo moved in. According to the decision of the village brigade, it was renamed "Panlong Village". The reason why it is so named is that a long time ago, the village chief led the whole village to dig deeper the "pit" (pond) on the east side of the village in order to raise fish.
The sky was overcast that day, and it was about to rain heavily. "Come here and take a look! There is a pool of blood on the ground..." Lao Huai, a strong man from the east of the village, dropped his shovel and said with trembling fear. "What is it? It's a curved lump of stone, one after another. It looks like a sand dragon..." Everyone came over and whispered in fear. At this time, there was an old man with a white beard and kind eyes. Everyone called him Pan Lao. He ordered: "Hurry up and bury it! What a crime! How disrespectful...", Pan Lao While sighing, his hands kept shaking. It was going to rain, and suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and it started pouring rain. The village chief led everyone to take shelter from the rain and evacuate the scene.
The next morning, villagers carrying shovels and poles came to the pit to the east of the village in an endless stream. The pit was originally circular, but now it is dug into a rectangular shape, facing north and south. Someone suddenly discovered that the monster in the mound was missing. Some people in the crowd whispered, "That must be an earth dragon. It flew up to the sky after it rained last night." As a result, rumors and awe spread to the village and neighboring villages, and the doubts that enveloped everyone's hearts were brewing and steaming like clouds in the sky.
For thousands of years, people living on this land always thought that they were the descendants of dragons. However, the dragon that has always been worshiped has never been seen by anyone, and it only exists in superstitious culture.
In the barbaric primitive society, the Chinese people at that time had long carved the image of the dragon body on stone pillars. When encountering natural disasters, they would kneel down and pray to the totem. The dragon symbolizes good luck, wisdom and strength. It has penetrated deep into people's hearts and symbolizes the strength of their spirits!
Pan Lao lives on the southwest side of the pit. Looking from a distance, several large willow trees with thick stone rolls exude a hazy and fairy atmosphere! Under a mushroom-shaped tree crown, the black roof tiles are covered with green moss. The two rotten broken doors in the yard were opened with a creak. Pan Lao frowned and walked slowly in the yard, thinking worriedly at the mottled wall piers. At this moment, Lao Huai outside the hospital called Pan Lao anxiously.
"Uncle Pan, are you at home?"
"Is something wrong? Come in and tell me!"
Lao Huai showed his dark and honest face and said: "Last night, Lao Li from the next village told me that digging up the earth dragon will destroy the feng shui of our two villages to a certain extent! It will affect the blessings of future generations." This old Li is the Feng Shui master of Li Xiaozhai Village. He usually displays incense to people in and outside the village to check their luck. Everyone thinks that he is amazing.
"Otherwise, let's follow the old rules and all the people from the two villages who participated in digging the pit (pond) will pool their money to worship the Dragon King!" Pan Lao relaxed his brows and finally expressed his thoughts. "Also, go and get the people from the brigade. Village Chief Guo called over to discuss something..." Pan Lao is the senior one in Panlong Village. Before the village was formed, Pan Lao lived in the southwest of the pit. There were only less than ten households in the village. The brick and tile houses were arranged from the south to the south. To the north, it is located on the west bank of the pit.
After two days, everyone took out 10 yuan, 5 yuan, or even a few cents of RMB. However, the most valuable thing is the 2 yuan with a green pattern on it. There are two women's heads on it, smiling and wearing national costumes; the back of the money has a rough sea printed on it! Just as people think, one day this nation will conquer the sea and go to the deep ocean and deep space.
After preparing enough money, the villagers divided their work to prepare the sacrificial items.
At half noon, a young couple, dripping with sweat, pulled a cart one behind the other. There were pigs with plucked heads on them, including a 200-jin white pig, cut in half. This couple is Pan Yu, Pan Lao's grandson, and Liu Chunlan, his grandson's daughter-in-law. They seem to have just gotten married and are only about 20 years old. They live next door to Pan Lao, and the two families are right next to each other. He is usually honest, gentle, hard-working and capable. The ten acres of fields he just contracted are all handled in an orderly manner; at a glance, the heading wheat seedlings are rippling neatly in the wind. Perhaps, this is the happiness that modern people pursue!
The sacrifice began, and Feng Shui master Lao Li and the respected Pan Lao presided over this sacred prayer ceremony. At the north end of the west bank of the pit, that is, in the northwest corner, a plate of firecrackers the size of a pot lid was dismantled and hung on a tall poplar branch. It flowed down, wrapped around the trunk like a dragon, and spread to the ground. On top; next to it is a square mahogany table with chickens, ducks, pig heads, steamed buns and some flowers and fruits. There is a copper tripod incense burner on the ground, with three huge incense sticks on it, burning in the mist; two red candles are also lit next to it. The villagers face east and look at the burning incense burner beside the pit...
"The ascension of the Dragon King brings the people's support; burning the table and burning incense wishes him to return to the throne of God; it is not a shameless ceremony, but it is still a feast for the eyes." After Pan Lao's congratulations, everyone began to kneel down and pray, and bursts of firecrackers suddenly exploded one after another...
Many years later, people immigrated to the city in large numbers. In a small and fast-paced world, this memory can only gradually turn into a yellowed photo. It is a pity that a culture has also lost its original mysterious rituals!
Time flies, and the world is ups and downs.
At that time, our fathers mixed clay with wheat straw, put them into square wooden brick molds, arranged them in several rows and columns on the ground, and then exposed them to the scorching sun to make bricks. A new earth-tile house can be built in just a few days, but when it encounters thunder and lightning storms, it will make people tremble! The young couple living next to the pit began to think and plan, preparing to build a new house with brick walls and tiles, so that they could live in it for at least a lifetime.
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One bright morning, a young man wearing a 65-style military green coat stood on the newly allocated wasteland of his home, with a happy smile on his face, looking at the hilltop that broke out of the ground, a stream of coal burning. Gray-white smoke filled the air, as if playing a thrilling and soul-stirring music of life. In the large wasteland next to it, there was a relatively conspicuous crawler tractor parked. This is the only tractor in the production team, which is dedicated to cultivating the fields that the villagers will plant. This young man is Pan Yu. He is the only technician in the team who can drive a tractor. He is always proactive in his work. On the recommendation of the team, he was granted a one-year reprieve from being drafted into the army.
Half a month later, the red bricks in the kiln were fired. There were a few people parked above the brick kiln, dismantling the kiln and unloading bricks. One of the young couples was Pan Yu and Liu Chunlan. There were several donkey-drawn carts parked on the path next to the kiln. People were busy loading red bricks onto the carts. Some people even relied on people to plod along the road one after another instead of relying on donkeys to pull bricks. These are villagers hired by Panyu and his wife to help build houses! In my vague memory, the labor cost for a day's work at that time was only about ten yuan. Not counting the cost of red bricks, the built house cost about four to five thousand yuan.
On the southwest bank of the pit, poplars and willows are lush and green; a gust of summer wind blows, and the brand-new chimney next to it seems to be proudly blowing the fairy "scattered flowers" smoke just bought, and the smoke rises gracefully. In a courtyard, the main hall in the north has red walls and blue tiles, and is divided into three rooms. In the east, there are also red walls and blue tiles, and it is divided into two rooms. One is the kitchen and the other is the guest room. In the center of the courtyard stood a four or five-year-old little girl with braids, happily spreading ears of wheat just pulled from the field on the ground; next to her, a yellow hen was clucking for food, a group of naive and cute little girls. The little chicken seemed to be dancing with its little yellow wings, dancing happily. As soon as the whole family saw the food in the little girl's hand, they rushed over as fast as they could! so cute.
"Mom, when will the corn buns be steamed?"
The girl ran to the kitchen, holding her belly and looking at her sweating mother coquettishly.
"You're in a hurry! Just cover it (steam it) for a while and it'll be fine. Wait for your father to come back for dinner first." The young mother combed her bangs and added firewood to the stove pot.
After a while, at noon, Panyu returned to the courtyard from outside with a hoe and a straw hat. The little girl called Dad and immediately ran to the kitchen, begging her mother to quickly open the pot lid and give her the steamed buns to eat first. The young mother saw her husband coming back from weeding in the fields. She looked at the sun again. It was getting late and she wanted to have lunch quickly. I put away the corn buns and took out the two dishes I had just made.
On that summer day, the family gathered in the yard, enjoying themselves around a table of steamed buns and two plates of vegetables...
Turning time and space to the other side, the bright starry sky also undergoes subtle changes.
In the Tarantula Nebula of the Magellanic Cloud 160,000 light-years away, a blue supergiant star came to the end of its life and exploded as a supernova. Waves of neutrinos arrived in the civilized world of Earth after tens of thousands of years. This event was labeled SN1987A by humans.
In the early spring of the following year, on the morning of February 2 of the lunar calendar in 1987, the young mother gave birth to another baby boy. The father cried with joy, holding the infant child in his arms and looking at him carefully. Then he looked at his wife and said, "Just call him Pan Tianyi, the true philosophical meaning of the unity of nature and man!". The mother nodded happily, satisfied with the name, and muttered lovingly: "Tianyi, Tianyi...".
Happiness in this world seems to be short-lived.
After a summer rain, the young mother held her daughter with her left hand and held the babbling baby in her right hand. With tears in her eyes, she watched her husband leave. Over the distant horizon, a rainbow appeared at the end of the road. A column of military trucks carried the last batch of dozens of young engineering recruits to the front line of Laoshan in the southwest; the wet dirt road, the wheat-yellow piles of straw, and the ravines crushed by the wheels...
