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After this set of actions was done, he looked at Bai Bai with a smile and asked in an affirmative tone.

"yes, we love this city so much. Ten miles of different winds, the thousand island culture is really charming! ”

During the day, he was full of praise.

The weather was clear, and the warm breeze was blowing slightly, and there was no sign of such a vision on the outskirts of the city.

"Haha, there aren't many young people like you now."

Listening to praising Lin Cheng during the day, the old man was overjoyed when he heard this, and said, "Then I'll tell you about the old man!" ”

"Do you see the bridge?" The old man pointed casually, pointed to the stone bridge not far from everyone, and said in a long voice: "This bridge is not simple!" ”

"It has gone through more than 600 years of historical vicissitudes, and was originally called 'Xiqiao', and later changed to 'Zhusheng Bridge' because of the birthday of Emperor Kangxi."

The old man's voice was not hurried, neither big nor small, but it naturally revealed a kind of vicissitudes, bringing everyone into the traces of that time.

"The bridge is 135 meters long, 8.5 meters wide, 14 meters high, and was built in the second year of Hongwu in the early Ming Dynasty!" The old man took a puff of dry tobacco, looked into the distance, and continued: "This bridge has many legends, and I will briefly mention the two most widely spread old man. ”

Listening to the old man's description, his face was full of interest during the day, and he adjusted his sitting posture so that he could hear more clearly.

Blonde tourists stand on the bridge, holding up their SLR cameras, to record such a scene.

In the camera lens, an old man has a vicissitudes of life, and he doesn't know what kind of legends and allusions he is talking about with his mouth open. Beside the old man, there were handsome young men and pure beauties, and these two young people listened attentively regardless of the dirt on the ground.

The photos were uploaded to the largest foreign photo platform, which touched countless people around the world.

It's a kind of inheritance, an exchange between the younger generation and the older generation. ’

Someone commented.

'Photographs seem to speak, let me know that this has a long and long story, this is feelings! ’

"The first legend has something to do with Zhang Sanfeng." The old man said: "It is said that when I was building this bridge, I just put my feet on the piers and encountered a problem: the silt at the bottom of the river was too thick to dig to the end!" ”

"This has caused a lot of stonemasons to be extremely bad, and there is nothing to be done about it, and the project has been stopped for many days."

The old man seemed to have a talent for storytelling, and during the day, he and Gu Sangyu both squinted their eyes at the stone bridge in the distance, and there were pictures in their minds.

"At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng happened to be passing by, and laughed when he saw this, the footing was dug like this, and he had woken up, but there was just one thing underneath, so you should go back first."

When the crowd dispersed, Zhang Sanfeng found a bamboo basket and went to the street to buy a basket of tofu. He came to the base of the bridge at night, sprinkled some tofu into each of the foot pits, and said something in his mouth. ”

The next day, the craftsmen came to the construction site, looked at the foundation pit, and couldn't help but be surprised! The bottom of the original mining foundation pit is a whole piece of large bluestone, which is stable and stable. The old man seemed to be brought in as well, and with admiration on the armrest, a smile on his face, he continued:

"So people built bridge piers on the bluestone, and after that, people in Zhenyuan said that the Zhusheng Bridge was the bottom of Zhang Sanfeng's tofu pad!"

The old man put down the cigarette stick, picked up the teacup next to him and took a sip, and the old eyes glanced at the pair of young people beside him.

Seeing that the two of them really listened carefully, the smile on their faces suddenly became stronger.

"What is the second legend, old man?"

Gu Sangyu looked at the bridge pier in front of him curiously, as if he wanted to find something, and then asked in a coquettish voice.

The land of China has a long history, and each piece of land has its own story, if you want to know a place, you might as well chat with these local grandfathers and listen to them tell the story of the past.

"The second story is even more interesting."

The old man glanced at the little girl, seemed to be quite fond of it, and then pointed to the consecrated bridge in the distance, and said, "Do you see that there are three arches in the center of the bridge?" ”

Following that line of sight, sure enough, there were three arches in the center of the stone bridge.

"What happened to those arches?"

Asked during the day.

The eight design institutes that came to Lincheng were basically broken up into parts, scattered, and used their own channels to understand the city and this place.

It's peaceful, at least for a few people during the day.

Daytime, Sang Yu, and the old man, the three of them were happy.

"Legend has it that under each of the three bridge arches there was a sword called the Dragon Slaying Sword!" The old man's voice suddenly rose high, and the hilt of the sword revealed a touch of ruthlessness: "According to legend, this dragon slaying sword is unscathed against the real dragon, but if the dragon appears, it will automatically fly out and kill it!" ”

"There were once two swords that killed two dragons and saved the bridge from flooding, and now only this one is left."

Gu Sangyu pulled Bai Bai's eyes wide and looked at the arch of the bridge again.

"There really is a sword, there is really a sword!" Suddenly, the little girl's face was very happy, and she said in surprise like a child.

Maybe everyone doesn't know why the bridge builder put his sword under the bridge in his own way, and this may always be a mystery. However, from the construction time of the bridge, you can clearly see the perseverance and exquisite skills of the bridge builders!

At noon, the old man was not worried about being stolen, put the fishing rod and other tools by the river, and returned to the house with Shi Shiran behind his hands behind his back, and made an appointment with the two during the day, and continued in the afternoon.

In this era, even their own children may not be willing to listen to the old people tell the legendary stories, and they are even more like outsiders.

The old man is also happy!

"Little brother, there are a lot of ethnic minorities in my Guizhou Province, do you know the Yi people?"

It's still the bridge, it's still the same field, and the three of them sit by the river again.

The afternoon sun is not very hot, warm.

"I've heard about it, but I don't know a lot."

Bai Bai shook his head and said.

"Then you should always know that there is a custom in the Yi people, they will dance the 'left foot dance' every time they go to the 16th day of the first lunar month and the 27th, 28th, and 29th days of the third month of the lunar calendar, or when someone marries a wife or daughter."

The old man asked again.

"Quite a story!"

"Let me tell you, this 'Left Foot Dance' also has a legend." The old man continued to smoke again, and said mysteriously:

"Legend has it that a long, long time ago, there was an evil dragon in the world who stirred up wind and waves, causing floods and destroying lives."

The three of them didn't know that today, all over the country, there are many leaders from all walks of life who have turned pale and sad after receiving a phone call.

Subsequently, these successful people kissed their families and their children.

If the wife is a foreigner, you don't have to bring it back, if the child is less than thirteen years old, you don't have to bring it back, and the rest of the people have flown back from all over the country!

These people may have thought of escaping, but as the ghost lord said, this is the mission! The way of heaven makes you smooth sailing, it is time for this cause but effect. ’

In the clan, Qi Qihuo had a solemn face, personally walked through every family of the clan, and touched every child under the age of thirteen with his own hands.

The clansmen seemed to have guessed something, and for a moment, a tragic atmosphere hung over the small village.

Bridgeside.

"At this time, two young Yi people, Ali and A Luo, bravely stood up and went to subdue the evil dragon." The old man continued: "The people of the ancient Yi tribe, under the leadership of Ali and A Luo, fought against the evil dragon together, and the evil dragon saw that the situation was not good, and quickly fled back to Longtan. ”

"People seized the opportunity to pour the red-hot chestnut charcoal into the pool, and after pouring it full, they carried stones and dug up soil to fill up the dragon pool."

"I was afraid that the dragon would turn over, so I lit a bonfire on it, singing and dancing and stomping my feet!" The story in the old man's mouth was at a tense time, and the speed of his speech became much faster: "After three days and three nights, the evil dragon is finally dead!" ”

"In order to celebrate the victory, the Yi family used the head, skin, bones, and tendons of the evil dragon to make a moon qin, gathered together to dance and play the qin, and sang the tune of the left foot 'Ali Luo' to commemorate it."

Time flies by like flowing water.

In the blink of an eye, the sun set, and the afterglow shone on the girl's white jade-like face, which was incomprehensible in beauty.

"Grandpa, thank you for telling us the story of the day." Gu Sangyu had longing on his face, and then said to the old man gratefully.

"It's my time to thank you for listening to the old man's babbling for a day!"

The old man waved his hand and said.

In the folk legends, the ending is mostly beautiful, representing a kind of ardent hope of people.

However, we do not know what the truth is.

At this moment, the fishing rod in the old man's hand suddenly trembled, and the old man's eyes suddenly froze, and he held the fishing rod in his hand and lifted the fishing rod violently!

"Hahaha"

The crystal water bloomed in the air, and the hearty laughter of the old man sounded.

"Xiaotian, are you back?"

When the two of them rushed back to the hotel during the day, Sicong greeted them and asked with a smile on his face, "How was the harvest today?" ”

"Not bad, listened to the story for a day!" Smiling during the day.

"By the way, just Zaha. Master Hadid sent someone to find us. ”

As he spoke, Sicong suddenly stood up, paused and said, "He said that he invited us to the large exchange hall in the evening, so that we could get together and have something to show us." ”

"Are they all invited?" Bai Bai pondered, and then asked.

"Yes, I've inquired, and every design institute that came here has received an invitation."

"Yes, that's good! Let's go! ”