The village was originally called the village of Jiadiba, which is located on the halfway of a large mountain. The tall and precipitous mountain paused there, and then a large piece of flat ground suddenly appeared, and it suddenly rose forward, and then slowly fell on both sides. The ancestors of the family came here for more than a thousand years, and they built houses on this platform and settled down.

With its dangerous terrain and wide field of view, and farmhouses to live in, it was the most ideal stronghold for bandits in the old days. But no bandit has ever occupied this place, and it is said that because it is blessed by the gods, miracles always happen in times of crisis.

One of the most popular legends of the family is that Tang Jiyao was in distress and hid back in his hometown of Huize, and was chased by bandits to the dam at the bottom of the river, and when there was no way to escape, those bandits somehow all jumped from the cliff in front of the dam like an evil spirit. Tang Jiyao later became the governor of southern Yunnan, and his power was unrivaled for a while, so he came back and set up a tablet for the bottom of the dam, engraved with a big planing character, and engraved a couplet on both sides:

The mountain god blesses, Yao Shun through the ages.

There are also small characters engraved with Tang Jiyao's rescue in the dam, which is nothing more than to show that he is a person blessed by God, Yao Shun is alive, and even the gods protect him.

The old man of Jiajia Village still remembers this stele, which was erected until before the liberation, just the night before the People's Liberation Army entered Fuzhou, the head of the Jiadi Bazi at that time, that is, Yao Jingjing's grandmother - the old lady ordered people to chisel all the remaining words on the stele, leaving only one "planing" word. At that time, everyone on the dam was puzzled, and it was not until more than ten years later that they saw the wisdom of the old lady when she saw it.

The only drawback is that the mountain is too dangerous, the road is not easy to walk, it takes two hours to go down the mountain from the dam, and then rush to the nearby set has already passed half a day, this one is a whole day, if the weather is not good to meet the rain and snow, the market has to live outside for a day.

After the road was opened at the foot of the mountain, the people of the dam moved to the side of the road at the foot of the mountain one after another, and it was no longer called the dam, and it was renamed as the village of the village.

In Yao Jingjing's memory, Cunjia Village is next to this streamer-like highway, and as for the dam on the mountainside, she vaguely remembers going with her mother when she was a child, but her childhood memory is not very clear. All she remembered was that the mountains were high, the water was sweet, and there were clouds floating in front of the house.

The car stopped in the new Cunjia Village, the old and young in the village came out, and Yao's father and Yao's mother came out, and the older women pulled Yao Jingjing to look at it, and said vigorously that the girl had grown up and became more and more smart, and asked Yao's mother and son-in-law if they had chosen it, and Yao's mother said that it was well chosen, and that people were in Wuzhong, and they opened a big company, and they took us all over, and this didn't just come back from Wuzhong.

Yao Jingjing was made red-faced, and repeatedly stopped her mother from talking nonsense, but Yao's mother didn't listen at all, and the more she talked, the more outrageous it became. Yao Jingjing simply didn't care, let her go, anyway, she would rarely come once in a few years.

After having dinner at her cousin's house in Cunjia Village and staying for another night, Yao Jingjing followed her parents up the mountain and walked to the old planing dam in her memory.

The way up the mountain was not easy to walk, and the early morning sun shone on the moss on the stone steps, and many vines had already climbed to the middle of the road. Although tourism has been developed in recent years, there are not as many people who come to Puzhou as there are in Chuncheng and Dali, not to mention that the Bazi is still so remote.

Yao Jingjing was worried about her mother's body, but Yao's mother was as light as a swallow and walked fast. The mountains and rivers of her hometown gave her great spiritual motivation, and she longed to step up the mountain to see the house she lived in when she was a child.

After walking for about an hour, Yao Jingjing saw the smoky gray dam hidden in the ancient trees and mist. There is a big stone stele more than one person high at the mouth of the dam, the stele body has long been weathered and mottled, but the word on the stele is carved very deep and huge, so it is still clear, and there are still some traces of red paint on the lacquer after the engraving of the year.

In addition to a word, there is a large space on the stele, and when you get closer, you can see that the potholes on it are all traces of being chiseled, which makes this stele look a little strange.

Of course, Yao Jingjing has also heard that Grandma Tai ordered someone to chisel out the remaining words, she didn't understand it very well when she was a child, but now that she thinks about it, Grandma Tai is really prescient, and she can't help but have a little more respect for her.

After walking through a few grassy depressions, some stone walls stopped in front of many gray-tiled houses that were already crawling with vines.

Yao's mother complained: "Alas, it's true, I moved down the mountain, and no one took care of the old house!" ”

Yao's father said: "Isn't it developing tourism, how do you look like a deserted village!" ”

The cousin who accompanied me said: "Hey, I can't come a few times a year, they all come in the summer, and there is no one in the autumn, we all come to clean the old house every year when we sweep the tomb during the Qingming Festival." ”

They originally planned to go to the grave first, but when they saw the dilapidated appearance of the old house, Yao's mother couldn't help but want to go in first to take a look, for fear that her grandmother's house would be ruined, and she would not have the face to talk to her grandmother when she arrived at the grave.

My cousin took the key and helped them open the ancestral house, and the house was fine, there was no mildew, but the roof tiles fell off a lot and needed to be repaired.

Yao's mother took Yao Jingjing to her grandmother's room, and her cousin and Yao's father smoked outside the house. It is said that grandma Tai loves cleanliness and did not let men enter her house before she died, although her cousin was still a child at that time and could go in and out at will, but he did not enter the house when he grew up. Although the old lady is long gone, the people in the village still abide by the rules she set, and the women of the village do the cleaning of the house, and the men never come in.

The furnishings in the house are very simple, a bed, a dresser, and an old-fashioned wooden cabinet, which does not look like a mountain house at all. The moment she walked in the door, Yao Jingjing thought that she had come to the boudoir of a Republic of China woman.

"Oh, it's okay, it's still the same." Yao's mother patted her chest and said.

Yao Jingjing saw a piece of glass pressed on the dresser, and under the glass were several old black and white photos, all of which had been seriously faded, and there were spots on them, and the flowers were not in shape.

Yao Jingjing looked down curiously, and found that most of the photos were no longer clear, and only one of them could still be identified as a woman in a military uniform. Although the face is blurred, you can still feel the sassy and heroic posture that rushes to your face.

"Wow, grandma Tai really served as a soldier!"

Yao Jingjing seemed to see her grandmother holding a gun and killing the enemy on the battle-torn battlefield.

Thinking about it this way, she didn't feel bitter when she sweated on the training ground, after all, the blood of the old man's family flowed in her body!

"Mom, why is such an important photo of Grandma so casually?" Yao Jingjing touched the glass table and felt that the photo had been glued to the glass and could not be taken out again.

She didn't hear her mother's answer, and when she looked back, her mother was holding an old-fashioned square wooden box in her hand, and she actually fell asleep against the head of her grandmother's bed. She saw her mother's eyelids moving, and vaguely felt a fluctuation in her mental power.

Yao Jingjing is curious, what dreams will her mother have at this moment? As soon as she thought about it, she fell into her mother's dream.

An endless sea of yellow sand appeared in front of me, and my mother stood in front of it. There was an invisible wall between her and the desert, as if she were in a dark movie theater, and in front of her was a huge screen with a picture of the desert scenery.

A man walked in the desert, starting with a black spot, and when she approached, she saw that it was an old lady in a homespun peasant clothes. She has silver hair all over her head, but there is not a trace of wrinkles on her face, and she walks with an indescribable grace and luxury.

The old lady walked closer, looked at Yao's mother lovingly and seriously through the screen, and said, "Where is my Xue'er?" Why is she gone? ”