By the Yang River, Long Peng and Yao Yao walked on the beach under the shade of bamboo trees, listening to the rustle of bamboo leaves overhead, and quietly savoring the cool breeze blowing in their faces.

Neither of them spoke, allowing a strange tranquility to grow, pervade, and envelop them.

The river makes a big bend here, creating the largest sandy beach for several kilometers before and after. After the dam was built by intercepting the water upstream, the riverbed bottomed out and the beach expanded several times.

Because the Yanghe River is too small and there are too many rocks in the river, it has not been poisoned by the frantic digging of sand dredging boats everywhere in the past few years, and the villagers of Yangtian Village have not had the idea of fighting here because of the cost, and this beach has been completely preserved.

Outside the beach, the riverbed is mostly exposed, and large and small stones are scattered indiscriminately, like a child bear who has lost his temper and thrown it from the sky.

The water is only about five meters clear, and it flows slowly, until it reaches hundreds of meters, and then spun under a cliff and then disappears behind another bend.

On this side of the river is a long bamboo forest, and on the opposite side is a huge cliff and stone wall, and on the black wall, sparse weeds and small trees grow tenaciously.

Long Peng paused and stared at the stone wall on the opposite side, which was more than 1,000 square meters in depth.

Yao Yao was enjoying the tranquility that flowed between the two, and she didn't know what she remembered, her pretty face was slightly red, but her steps were getting lighter and lighter.

She was one step behind, but Long Peng suddenly stopped and turned sideways, she couldn't stop her steps at all, and half of her body hit his arm.

The elastic touch made Long Peng shuang stunned for a moment, and looked at Yao Yao in amazement.

"Huh?!"

Yao Yao, who came back to her senses, retreated like an electric shock, helpless, and her pretty face, which was originally slightly red, instantly turned red.

"What's going on?"

"I didn't ...... It's okay. Yao Yao's eyes dodged, and she didn't dare to look at him at all.

Shaking his head, Long Peng pointed to the opposite stone wall and said, "Is it still from Yangtian Village over there?"

"Yes. ”

Yao Yao took a deep breath to suppress her emotions: "There are some mountains over there, which belong to Yangtian Village, but no one has cultivated them for many years. ”

"That's fine. ”

Long Peng had a bottom in his heart, raised his feet and walked to the riverbed, looked at the rocks under his feet and said: "Under what circumstances will water be released upstream?"

"Very little. ”

Yao Yao said affirmatively: "I have worked here for so long, and I have never let it go once." According to the record of the village committee, there will be a notice every time the water is released. ”

"What about flood season?"

"According to the amount of precipitation in recent years, the water during the flood season is not too large. Won't spill to shore. Yao Yao said, pointing to the back of the bamboo forest.

Behind it is a steep slope three or four meters high, and above it is the paddy field of Yangtian Village.

It is roughly estimated that if you reach the back of the bamboo forest, the water surface has exceeded 50 meters, which is indeed very unlikely.

Yao Yao had already returned to normal, looked at him and asked, "Do you have any ideas?"

"A little. Long Peng pointed to the opposite stone wall: "Make use of this." ”

Yao Yao's beautiful eyes lit up again: "How to use it?"

"It's clear in the proposal. Well...... These stones are quite slippery. ”

Long Peng stooped down and picked up a fist-sized brownish-yellow cobblestone.

"Ah...... I forgot to tell you that the Yang River is a tributary of the Beimu River, which also produces Jinsha jade. That's what you have in your hand. ”

"Jinsha Yu?"

"Yes, it's also called yellow jade, the same as yellow dragon jade. After carving, the golden sand jade will show starlight, and it will be the same as the golden sand under the light. ”

"Is it worth the money?"

"It's not worth much, a few yuan a catty. ”

"That's ......"

Long Peng laughed: "Go back and find a finished product and I'll take a look, maybe there is another attractive gimmick." ”

Yao Yao agreed, and happily found the golden sand stone with him in the mess, and smiled like a little girl from time to time.

At the next stop, the two went straight to the "people's commune canteen", which was left over from the peak of collectivism.

The large canteen is located in the center of the village, with wide flat land on three sides, which is the activity center of the entire Yangtian Village, where open-air movies, opera troupes and other gatherings were held in the past.

As soon as the two of them appeared, they attracted the attention of the people in the three surrounding commissaries, and the eyes of people in their fifties, sixties and seventies followed Yao Yao's figure with their eyes shining, making her feel uncomfortable for no reason.

These people used to see her like this, but except for the days when she first came, she didn't feel this way anymore.

Glancing at Long Peng next to him, he was relieved to see that his eyes were already looking at the house.

The former people's commune canteen consists of three tall bungalows: a canteen, a kitchen, a warehouse, and the eaves are more than six meters high. The length of the main house is more than 40 meters, and the width is more than 15 meters, which is similar to the ancestral house of the Long family.

The canteen was at the height of collectivism, and its architecture was also at the peak of minimalism: except for the main entrance, which has a porch, all the other eaves are almost flush with the walls, and there are no traces of columns.

The walls are even more flat, made of solid and flat green bricks, and the lime lines are like obsessive-compulsive painting patients going up, horizontal and vertical, extremely regular.

"It takes a lot of craftsmanship to make the wall like this. Long Peng sighed as he stroked the wall.

Sixty years later, the house still looks brand new, with no signs of dilapidation.

"It's very impressive. ”

Yao Yao finally ignored the eyes of several old men in the commissary: "Listen to my grandparents, even if they were hungry back then, as long as they gave an order, they were full of enthusiasm and showed all their skills." ”

Long Peng smiled and didn't speak. I watched a lot of various documentaries and materials back then, and I knew the situation better than Yao Yao.

Open the door and walk inside, the empty space smells of history, and even the slightest sound of footsteps can echo you.

Seven or eight villagers followed, their eyes drifting around Yao Yao, and they said the history they had experienced or heard about: "Back then, everyone rushed here as soon as the meal arrived......

"The first bowl can't be filled, at most half a bowl, you can pick it as fast as you can, and then fill it as soon as you finish eating. The small amount of rice can be filled as much as it wants, and the large amount of food continues to be eight points full, and the third bowl is as much as possible to ensure that it can be full. ”

"Yes, the first bowl will definitely be filled with a loss, and then go to the queue after picking it up, and you can grab half a bowl at most. ”

"At that time, there was no rice glue, children had to eat two bowls, and adults could easily eat a pound and a half of rice......

......

In everyone's narration, Long Peng and Yao Yao seem to have experienced a historical retrospective, countless men and women around them shuttle back and forth, laughing and laughing in the clay jar to eat, chop rice, and grab vegetables, one by one men deliberately squeezed together with women to scramble, all kinds of abuse and laughter are intertwined.

At their feet, skinny children hold bowls, staring at the adults to remember them......

Long Peng's eyes were sour, and he sighed softly.

He remembered that his grandfather had said that this was a large canteen in addition to what it used to be......

Looking at Long Surging who was caressing the wall and closing his eyes in remembrance, Yao Yao's heart throbbed, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

After a long time, Long Peng finally opened his eyes, met her gaze, and smiled reluctantly.

"Are you alright?"

Long Peng nodded: "History is history after all, and it's all in the past." ”

Yao Yao hummed: "Let's just remember." ”

After dealing with a group of enthusiastic villagers, the two bought some food in the store and walked into the ancestral halls of each surname hidden in the bungalows.

According to Yao Yao and the villagers, Yangtian Village has a history of more than 500 years, but for various reasons, the oldest ancestral hall in the village is no more than 200 years old, and it is still rebuilt on the old site.

After looking around, except for some wood carvings on the eaves of the pillars and windows, there are no bright spots at all, and the largest building is only a decent three-hall and two-sided hall, which is not as good as the ancestral house of the Long family.

In the afternoon, Yao Yao took Long Peng to the Fengmentang Reservoir again, and walked three or four kilometers from the head of the dam to the end of the pond.

Long Peng finally saw the waterfall under the big golden roof, as well as the huge wind-moving rock in the deepest part of the reservoir, and one by one whimsical ideas came out of his heart, slowly forming a grand plan that spanned the entire Yangtian Village.