In 1935 AD, the Central Plains flooded. First, the turbid waters of the Yellow River burst its banks, flooding fields and villages in dozens of counties. That year, after the fires, dozens of counties were wiped out, the plague grew like weeds, and the corpses of men, women, and children littered the countryside. The next year, the grass was green, and when the autumn harvest season came, a swarm of locusts came all over the sky. Where the locusts passed, there was no green left. In the disaster-ridden Central Plains, another great migration from home began.

The man carried all the belongings, followed by the woman, the old man led the clothes of his children and grandchildren, they called their father and called their mother, and stumbled all the way to the north.

After passing the Shanhaiguan, they have shed tears of homesickness, and the cold air in the north makes these Central Plains fathers and elders sneeze long and short, and the ground is freezing and the weather is cold, telling them that they have entered the land of Kanto.

The oil-flowing black soil of Kanto accepted a wave of Central Plains people, who built their own homes by the mountains and rivers. Most of these migrants came from Henan and Shandong, and the different accents made them live separately. Henan people live in Shannan, and Shandong people live in Shanbei. At the beginning, there were only a dozen Henan households in Shannan, and there were only a few Shandong households in Shanbei. They live in a square area, and the path is clear. They gathered together according to the local sound, cultivated the wasteland, went into the mountains to hunt pigs, and from then on, they began a new life.

It was the local voice that brought them together, and the fellow villagers lived together in the land of Kanto, and they had nothing to say, and the villagers saw the villagers with tears in their eyes. Those who came first vacated their houses to accommodate those who came later. As soon as the spring season arrives, all the Tunzi people work together, digging soil and cutting trees, and helping latecomers build houses. With cooking smoke, with chickens and dogs barking, there will be days. With days, there are stories.

Shandong Tun in the north of Shandong Province achieved a happy event in the autumn of that year. Da Kui and Qiao Maihua got married, that year, Da Kui was eighteen years old, and Qiao Maihua was sixteen years old. Da Kui has been living in Tunli in Shandong Province for two years, and Qiao Maihua just came here with her father this year. Da Kui came to Shandong Tun alone, and when he left his hometown in Shandong, they were a big family at that time. I have parents and a ten-year-old sister. First, my ten-year-old sister starved to death, and my mother kept crying all the way, in order to leave her hometown, for her daughter who starved to death, my mother was heartbroken, and she was crying when she died. The mother originally dragged her weak body on the road, and they relied on eating wild vegetables and drinking river water to support them along the way. They wanted to ask for something to eat, but the houses they passed by were already empty. The rest of the family was also hungry and lived on the bark of wild plants. First, the grief-stricken mother fell into a mountain recess, and the father and Da Kui buried the mother in tears, and they didn't go back to the road, they had no way back, so they could only grit their teeth and follow the footsteps of their fellow villagers to break into the eastern part of the country. Shanhaiguan was already far away, but my father was suffering from malaria, my father had chills and fever, knocked his upper and lower teeth, and his whole body was shaking like chaff. His father was unable to walk, so Da Kui carried his father on his back and walked towards the distant Shanhaiguan. Before he arrived at Shanhaiguan, his father's body was cold, and then it became hard, and Da Kui let go of his stiff father. At this time, Da Kui was already crying without tears, he had already dried up his tears, he raised his head, looked at the starry sky above Shanhaiguan, and shouted hollowly: Daddy, daddy, my son will bury you.

Da Kui could only bury his father in the pass, and finally he came to Shandong Tun alone. The men and women of the same village took him in, and helped him build three mud huts and set aside a piece of wasteland. Da Kui was lucky to survive.

Qiao Maihua's experience is similar to that of Da Kui, and the family came to Shandong Tun alone. It was also a kind-hearted fellow villager who took her in. It was also the townsman who helped them hold this wedding. These uprooted fellow villagers became the masters and achieved the marriage of Da Kui and Qiao Maihua.

People who have left their homes rarely have a happy event. The marriage of Da Kui and Qiao Maihua has become a common happy event in Shandong Tun. They poured out all they had, and took out the dried bacon at home, which was the fruit they had hunted after entering the winter, and only during the New Year did they cut off a piece of the dried bacon from under the eaves. The customs of the hometown, weddings and funerals are indispensable for the drum group, and the newly formed Shandong Tun naturally does not have such a team. So, some middle-aged men took out the pots and pans at home to help the fun, and the big children who survived to Kanto ran and shouted, and the babies who were born in Kanto sucked their mother's ** in their mother's arms, babbling to cheer up. For a time, the small Shandong Tun was shrouded in excitement and joy.

This liveliness naturally alarmed Henan Tun in Shannan, a thousand people stood on the hillside with their sleeves to watch the excitement, first was seen by the big children in Shandong Tun, and the children raised their heads and shouted at the people in Henan Tun on the hillside: Henan nephew, Henan nephew.

The children of Henan Tun also shouted: Shandong stick, Shandong stick.

After the Henan and Shandong people came to the Kanto, they have been using this title to despise each other, and no one on either side can say the exact meaning of this title, and in the hearts of both of them, they have always thought that this is the most relieving word of scolding.

At first, it was the children who joined in this scolding, and then the men and women also joined the scolding, a group of people down the mountain, a group of mountains, and the voices were higher and higher. This excitement added a comedy to Da Kui and Qiao Maihua's wedding. In the end, it was the third uncle who came forward to stop the abuse of men, women and children in Shandong Tun, and this kind of scolding came to an end temporarily.

Uncle Yu is the founder of Shandong Tun. He took his family to settle down here first, and since then there has been a family of Shandong people settled in the north. Third Uncle Yu is also the oldest among the people in Quantun, so the big and small affairs of the people of Yitun are all advocated by Uncle Yu. The marriage between Da Kui and Qiao Maihua is naturally also the master of the third uncle. The wedding of Da Kui and Qiao Maihua was carried out under the auspices of the third uncle.

Under the guidance of the third uncle, the two newcomers worshiped the sky and the earth. Both parents were gone, so they worshiped the villagers, and after worshipping, they entered the cave house.

Before entering the cave room, Uncle Yu said in a loud voice: Da Kui, Mai Hua, you two listen, it is natural to get married and have children, for Shandong Tun to be prosperous, you have to have more children and more raising.

This was an ordinary sentence, but Qiao Maihua's cheeks were crimson with shame. At this time, Qiao Maihua has already changed from Qiao Maihua half a year ago. Half a year ago, Qiao Maihua was black and thin, and after half a year of nurturing in the black land of Kanto, Qiao Maihua became amazingly beautiful, her face was so white that it reminded people of milk, her eyes were naturally black and bright, and her figure was also convex and concave. Many years later, people in Tunhe, Henan, Shandong Province are saying that Qiao Maihua is a beauty that has not been met in a hundred years.

A couple entered the cave room, and the onlookers were still reluctant to leave for a long time, and they were still talking.

The man said: Maihua is really handsome, and she is even more handsome when she becomes a bride.

The woman said: Da Kui is really blessed to marry a fairy.

Another man said, "If I marry Maihua, I won't sleep all night."

The man's woman turned on a tiger face and said, "What are you doing, what do you want to do?"

The man laughed and said, "Watch all night."

Men and women laughed.

Da Kui and Mai Hua's wedding night was indeed a sleepless night. The happy cry of wheat blossoms and the wheezing of Da Kui like a cow sounded intermittently until dawn in the quiet night of Shandong Tun. The men and women of Shandong Tun were also very excited that night, and they worked together to cooperate with Da Kui's panting and wheat blossom calls, and they also tossed until late, which was the most pleasant day after they came to Shandong Tun.