After entering the 2,000 years, the development of northwest Zhejiang began to rise gradually, high-quality ecological resources, primitive natural environment, and simple humanistic style have attracted a large number of foreign tourists to enter this originally slightly backward mountainous area. At that time, a group of people with flexible minds and business senses began to start a farmhouse business, and it gradually became a fashion for city people to go to the countryside for weekends, and new farmhouses began to spring up like mushrooms after a rain.

Our village is located in the northwest corner of northwest Zhejiang, is a small mountain village surrounded by mountains and water, no one can say how long the history of the village is, but most of the current residents come from the migration of their ancestors a hundred years ago.

The village is not rich, nor is it poor, as the saying goes: rely on the mountains to eat the mountains, rely on the water to eat the water. Although there is little land per capita, the people here have never experienced famine because of the endless primeval forest. In the early years, children like me could catch two bowls of small fish in the creek for half a day with the most rudimentary fishing rod in hand, and now these Qingshui stream fish have become a delicacy in the mouths of tourists from other places, but have become a luxury and rarity for ordinary people.

Because there used to be a big landlord in the village, surnamed Liang, our village is also called Liangjiagou. In the past, there were few people in the village, and there was no industrial base in the village, because there were many old forests in the deep mountains, the streams were clean, the strange rocks on the mountains, the waterfalls hung on the walls, and there were many deep water pools, so the scenery was really good.

The first person in the village to start building a farmhouse is a person with a foreign surname, his ancestors did not move with my great-grandfather's generation, he was carrying a basket from Yiwu after the reform and opening up, and the ** wool for sugar business arrived in our Liangjiagou. This foreign surname is surnamed Guo, because the pronunciation of "Guo" and "brother" in northwest Zhejiang is very similar, so the people in the village also call him Brother Langlang.

The merchant brother is thin and dark-skinned, but his eyes are bright and bright, and wherever he goes, he can't hide the shrewdness of a businessman in his eyes. He came to our village purely because of a marriage.

At that time, the conditions in the whole Zhejiang were generally not good, and the merchant brother was nearly thirty years old and unmarried, so in order to make a living, he started the business of exchanging chicken feathers for sugar, picking a flat shoulder and walking around the streets and alleys. The Yiwu people of that generation were very willing to endure hardships, and their footprints were left all over the country.

When Brother Merchant entered our village, it was not the goods on his shoulders that he carried on his back, but a corpse on his back, and it was this corpse that made him stay in Liangjiagou in the end.

There are two deep pools in the two ditches, both of which are deep water areas under the dam formed by damming in the river, because the road was not open in the early days, and the goods in the mountainous areas could only be transported and sold by water. The locals built dams every few hundred meters in the river to store water, and then released water step by step to let the bamboo rafts pass through in turn, and these small dams began to gradually lose their original role after the road was opened, and most of them were destroyed in the subsequent flash floods and gravel impacts, and now there are only two places that can still play the role of water storage.

These two dams were forbidden to us when we were young, and although there were many fish under the dam that could be scooped directly with a basin, the adults never let us get close to them, because a person had died under the dam.

In 1980, before the spring breeze of reform and opening up had blown to this small mountain village in northwest Zhejiang, the merchant brother came to Liangjiagou with a basket and gadgets. When he walked to the dam, there was a young man under the dam who was catching fish with a basin, which was simple and efficient, and I used it when I was a child. It is to take a worn-out mosquito net and wrap it in the basin, cut a small hole in the top of the mosquito net, and then put a piece of oil cake in the basin, that is, the residue left after the rapeseed oil is squeezed.

Brother Merchant was also tired of walking, so he put down his flat pole on the dam to rest, and by the way, he watched the man catch fish in the river, and the two chatted for a while. The man was also enthusiastic, saying that he would take the merchant into the village after the pot of fish was finished, and let his daughter-in-law order small fish to serve wine to the two of them after a while.

The best way to catch fish in this way is in shallow water, but big fish are often only active in deep pools such as under the dam, so people need to dive to the bottom of the water with their hands on the basin, and then use stones to fix the basin to prevent it from being washed down by the current. Because the water pool under the dam is not well lit, and there are many undercurrents and whirlpools, there are very few people who dare to catch fish under this dam. But with the exception of this young man, his water nature is considered first-class in our village, why do you say that? Because he was my dad's elementary school classmate, my dad accidentally fell into the water when he was a child, and he was the one who saved my dad's life, his name is Liang Wencai.

Liang Wencai was confident that he was clever in the water, he was still laughing with the merchant brother one second, and the next second he plunged into the waterhole with a basin. The merchant who was sitting on the shore was smoking, and only heard a soft "grunting" sound for a while, and then he saw a large area of red in the puddle under the dam, and the wisps of red were still rising up.

Because this is an old dam, no one has built it for decades, and when the flash flood hit the dam a while ago, although it did not fall down, it made several large rocks that built the dam faintly loose. People are unlucky, the horizontal and vertical immortals can't stop it, Liang Wen just got into the water, a boulder rolled down from the dam body, and fell on his head impartially, although the water has a certain buoyancy, but the boulder has hundreds of catties, this weight is enough to make the back of an adult's head bloom on the spot.

When Brother Merchant brought Liang Wencai, who had surfaced, ashore, he was already out of breath. According to my father, the hole in the back of Liang Wencai's head was the size of an egg, and Bai Huahua's brain was overflowing, and the merchant brother wrapped Liang Wencai's head with his own clothes and hurriedly carried it into the village.

This Liang Wencai is the only son in the family, he lost his father when he was young, and his old mother raised him, and he married his daughter-in-law in the spring of that year. The daughter-in-law has been pregnant for more than three months, and he wants to get some small fish for his daughter-in-law to stew soup to replenish her body, but he doesn't want to put his life into it.

The daughter-in-law of the Liang family is already full of her family, and now the backbone of the family has an accident, and there is really no coffin for burial, and everyone was very poor in that era. When the merchant brother saw that the pregnant woman was crying, he took out his small business capital to buy a coffin for Liang Wencai and buried it, and later he stayed in Liangjiagou and married Liang Wencai's widow as his wife.

In order to take care of orphans and widows, he gave up his merchant business and switched to a professional dumping of mountain goods. He has seen a lot of the world, and his brain is shrewd, and when he saw that the people in the city began to like the air in the countryside, he began to prepare to build a farmhouse, which was also the first farmhouse in Liangjiagou.

The address of the farmhouse chosen by the merchant brother is still very controversial, and the place he chose is a wasteland next to the dam where Liang Wencai fell into the water, which is the Liang family's own land, and it is also an ancestral homestead of their Liang family. It is no longer suitable to open a farmhouse in that place, it is close to the mountains and rivers, and the bridge is the highway, which is very convenient, and the environment is quite good-looking, but that place is the place where Liang Wencai had an accident, so his daughter-in-law did not agree very much.

This Liang Wen is a person who does not believe in evil, in the early years, he also poured old grave bricks outside, and he was very bold, and he never believed that there were ghosts in this world. Besides, he is not thin on Liang Wencai's family, and the family left by Liang Wencai over the years has all relied on the prosperity of a person with a foreign surname, even if there are ghosts, they will never take revenge. He identified something that had a business opportunity, and that was what he had to do, and when he saw that there was a 50 percent profit, he would dare to take a risk, not to mention that it was just to build a farmhouse.

The merchant brother tried to repel the resistance of his family, and soon asked someone to design the style of the farmhouse for him, and then began to pull back the bricks, cement and steel bars, he was ready to do a great job, and bring the spring breeze of the tourism economy to our Liangjiagou, so that the wind would wake up the farmers who would only face the loess with their backs to the sky.

The style of the farmhouse is four-storey, the first floor is a restaurant, the second floor is a guest room from the top to the top, there is no provocation of the earth, and no one is invited to see the direction of the door, just do it, and then on the third day, something began to happen.

At that time, it was a cousin of mine who pulled bricks for the merchant's brother's house, he had a tractor, and he had never had an accident in his more than ten years of driving experience. Pulled a cart of red bricks from the county brick kiln to drive back, our mountain road is narrow, there are many sharp bends, the sight is not very good, and their experienced old drivers dare to run at night. Because my cousin's tractor is completely useless, and the traffic police catch him fiercely during the day, he can only run secretly at night.

When he turned the corner, he noticed that there was a cyclist in front of him, and he braked sharply and hurriedly stepped on it, but it was too late. Because of the overload and the aging of the car, the brakes failed completely. After a "bang", half of the bricks in the cart buried the cyclist, and he died on the spot