The ancient town of Ningchang has an important position in the history of Wuxian County.

For example, Wushan's grandmother, Yang Tianxiu, is a big salt merchant in Ningchang.

On the way back, I met Wu Zhengyang, and the time was relatively late, so I didn't come over.

Walking on the street, I haven't experienced this kind of casual feeling for a long time, doing nothing, thinking about nothing, looking for memories of the past aimlessly.

Suddenly, I heard someone say that Ningchang was going to be demolished, so I thought about it.

In any tourist attraction, especially abroad, the older the building, the more people come to visit.

In China, many local governments do not pay attention to environmental protection, and there are very few ancient buildings left, which is really worrying.

Just like in Zephyr, Wushan didn't expect that there were still ancient buildings in remote areas, and he almost made a mistake and demolished the temple.

Walking on the stone-paved streets is like stepping back in time.

The houses here are all made of wood.

Whether it is another time and space or this life, I have never heard of a fire in Ningchang, and it cannot but be said to be a great miracle.

The wooden house is only the outermost floor, and there are still solid earthen walls inside.

The doors of each house were open, and you could see that the furniture in the house was all wood.

Wooden tables, wooden chairs, wooden stools, and even the stone mill and the oil mill are all made of wood.

The oldest street in Ningchang Town is called Xiejia Street.

"Old man, are there a lot of people surnamed Xie on this street?" Wushan saw an old man basking in the sun and smoking dry cigarettes on the side of the street, and couldn't help but ask.

Wu County is compared with Jiangsu and Zhejiang. The territory is vast.

In the previous life, Wushan lived in the third district, and Ningchang was the second district. Although the serial numbers of the two districts are connected together, the distance is still quite far, and there are county seats and a district in between.

In the era of inconvenient transportation, he had never been here at all, and Wushan was not familiar with Ningchang at all.

"This guest, Xie Jia Street has a history." The old man put his long cigarette pouch on the stone slab and knocked it unhurriedly.

At this time, Wushan found out. The steps are all made of stone.

"However, there is no one with the surname Xie." The old man's eyes looked at the blue field with white clouds.

I don't know if it was that era, Lao Xie Youfang didn't say that it was in Daning County, the predecessor of Wu County. It is quite famous in the entire eastern part of Bashu.

Supposedly, Ningchang is a gorge and has no source of rapeseed.

Rapeseed, the raw material needed for the oil mill, has to be transported from Xujiaba in District 5, Jitou Dam and Mazhen Dam in District 1, Yangqiao Dam in District 3 and District 4.

In those days. There are no roads. Shoulder-to-shoulder grinding or mule and horse consignment have become the most common mode of transportation.

The cost of opening an oil mill in Ningchang has increased exponentially compared to those places.

But back then, the head of the Xie family was strong and insisted on building the oil mill here.

However, after the oil mill was built, the opposition voices in the family disappeared completely.

In the eastern part of Bashu, rock salt is abundant. Ning factory is the most.

Salt merchants from all over the country drove mules and horses. Or take a small wooden boat from the Daning River up the river and come to Ningchang.

The Xie family oil mill was an instant hit, and its reputation spread far and wide, and the salt merchants who came to it all knew it, and by the way, they brought the oil to all parts of Sichuan, Shaanxi and Hubei.

The Xie family has multiplied in Ningchanggou for generations, and finally the entire Xie family street has become the Xie family's.

I don't know what year it was, the Daning River suddenly flooded, thunder and fire flashed in the sky, and water rose on the ground.

In Ningchang, I had never heard of such a big flood, and panicked people got up in the middle of the night, calling for their fathers, crying for their mothers, and lighting lanterns and torches everywhere.

Among the salt merchants, there was no shortage of far-sighted people, who organized panicked crowds and looked around.

In the end, it was discovered that the source was the Xie family oil mill by the river.

OMG!

In the murky water, a wooden dragon screamed at the oil mill.

"What's that?" Ningchang people were puzzled.

Everyone has heard that when a snake grows up, it will become a dragon, from the river to the sea, and become a dragon.

I've never heard that wood can also walk and become a dragon.

"It's something from the oil mill that is walking, hurry up and enter the oil mill to see what it is!"

"Yes, yes, as long as you know what Jiaolong needs, give it to it, and everything will be fine!"

Some experienced villagers have long begun to instruct their subordinates to prepare incense wax paper money and begin to worship Jiaolong.

At that time, the Xie family oil mill was no longer a small workshop in the past, just like a small industrial park in later generations, and every step was a large area.

I can't help but have a lot of power, everyone is looking around, and after a while, I really found it.

It turned out to be the oil squeezing to enjoy the moisturization of vegetable oil for many years, and it actually became fine!

With tears in their eyes, the Xie family threw the pressed parts into the water little by little.

You know, they have been making their fortunes from the oil they have been squeezing for generations.

One by one, it was like losing a father and a dead mother, but they didn't cry.

A little bit of something is thrown into the waves below, and each time the wave drops a little down.

Immediately, the wave rolled upwards again.

In the end, all the parts of the entire oil mill were thrown into the yellow waves, but the waves were tight for a while, and did not decrease.

The wooden dragon held its head high, its eyes like lanterns, and it was still roaring, shaking the surrounding room, and the mud kept falling.

"What more do you want, Lord Dragon?" An alert old man immediately knelt down: "We know that your bones are not melted, and you can't speak, your eyes look at what you want, and what you see, we will throw it down for you." If you run rampant and cause damage to people and animals, the heavens will blame you and prevent you from turning into a dragon. ”

The wooden dragon's eyes suddenly looked at a man who operated it on a daily basis, and before the man could react, he was thrown into the flood by everyone.

One by one, the lives screamed and threw them in, and they were silent in an instant.

Before and after, the neighbors threw all the people who should be thrown in, and the head of the wooden dragon kowtowed to the squeeze room three times, and a thunderbolt came down, and it turned its head downstream.

It was only then that people found out. Unconsciously, the people of the Xie family are up to eighty years old. All the babies who came down into the swaddling clothes were buried in the flood.

Xiejia Oil Mill has become a historical term, but Xiejia Street has been preserved.

When the story was finished, the old man's eyes were still looking at the heavens, and he didn't look at the audience.

In between, one or two people passed by and heard the old man telling the old story again. Shake your head and leave.

Maybe they've heard it so many times that they're no longer interested.

Arching his hand towards the old man, Wushan continued to move forward.

Arrived at the end of Xiejia Street. Some are relocating.

On the stone road, there are board cars everywhere, and cars can't drive in, and there are too many turns. And it is simply impossible to make a U-turn on a narrow street.

"Where are you moving to?" The road ahead has been calm. Wu Shan couldn't help but curiously grab a busy mover and ask.

"It said that Ningchang would be built into a modern small town, and our house looked too dilapidated." This is a middle-aged man: "Listening to your accent, it doesn't look like a person from Ningchang?" ”

"No," Wu Shan waved his hand: "It's the first time I've come here to play, and I see that the old building is very distinctive, how can I say that I can move it?" ”

"That's a good point, we're all going to live in high-rise buildings from now on." The middle-aged man threw over a cigarette without a filter: "We are used to living here, but we have to think about future generations." ”

said. He smoked in silence and said no more.

I watched as pieces of furniture were lifted out of the house. Large pieces of furniture, such as antique bedding, can't fit in a small cart.

More than a dozen able-bodied men, shouting trumpets, carried down the stone road to a wide place and then moved to the big truck.

"Are you still satisfied with the compensation that the government has given you?" Wu Shan felt a little sorry in his heart, anyone who moved out of his home would definitely be in a bad mood.

"What if you're not satisfied?" The cigarette in the middle-aged man's hand was not lit, and he said with a wry smile: "The area of compensation is about the same as now." ”

"Our family is quite good, only two descendants, a son and a daughter. The girl is married, and the son's house is almost enough. ”

"Oh, next to Zhang Laowu's family is miserable, the seven sons in the family, seeing adults one by one, their house is smaller than ours, how can it be enough to live?"

A short middle-aged man, squatting on the side of the street, looking at the dry smoke without saying a word, is probably Zhang Lao Wu in his mouth.

"Why don't you move?" Wu Shan walked over and squatted down and asked curiously.

"Why should I move?" Zhang Laowu stiffened his neck and asked with some vigilance: "Who are you?" If the demolition and relocation office is looking for someone, there is no need to persuade me anymore. ”

"My old Zhang family has lived here for generations, and it is not uncommon to have large tiled houses, and the rooms here are casually spaced a few times, and the family is barely enough to live."

"In a high-rise building, there is no way to go to the next room, how can I live?"

"Old Five, you're still such an old brain!" A somewhat wealthy man wearing a red hoop stomped over: "It is impossible to negotiate conditions with the government for one of your houses. ”

"What conditions am I talking about?" Zhang Lao Wu jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, with a red face and a thick neck: "I don't want to move, it's useless for anyone to come." ”

As he spoke, he spat at Wushan: "I thought you were a good person, and you were all the way to them!" ”

Before he finished speaking, he walked indignantly into the house.

"It turns out that you are the same as me," the man nodded amicably at Wushan: "My name is Wu Liqiang, from the Second Dragon Temple in the Third District, where are you, why haven't I seen it?" ”

"I'm Wushan!" He saw that it was his own family, and he also smiled and bowed his head.

"Wushan?!" Wu Liqiang's eyes immediately became boss: "Our Wu family used to have only one Wu Mountain, that is the big doll of my eldest brother Wu Lixing, whose son are you?" ”

"I seem to be the one you say!" Wu Shan smiled and said, "Uncle Qiang, are you from the demolition office or the developer?" ”

"Haha, what a big nephew, I'll just say when there is such a high-spirited person as you in Wuxian County." Wu Liqiang wanted to pat the other party's shoulder, but he could only pose in the air.

No way, compared to the people of Wuxian, Wushan is indeed too high.

"Let's go, accompany your Uncle Qiang to lunch." Wu Liqiang danced happily and shouted to the other side: "Lao Wang, my eldest nephew of Wushan is here, accompany him for a drink!" ”

"Huh?" Lao Wang, a tall and thin old man, trotted over and said enviously: "Director Wu, you are busy, it is a big deal to accompany Comrade Wushan." ”

Vassal and elegant people are everywhere, for example, there is a small restaurant called Yanchangju in this village.

The scale is not large, and the dishes inside are not bad.

"We are both developers and demolition offices." Wu Liqiang squeezed his eyebrows: "The government built it itself." ”

"Uncle Qiang, I have a question." Wushan picked up a piece of pork liver fried with sour chili: "You have traveled to many places, and they are all protecting old buildings, why can't we?" ”

Wu Liqiang's smile froze, and the chopsticks in his hand were gently put down.

When other people say this, he only thinks that the other party farts, and the young man opposite says this, so he has to be cautious. (To be continued......)