"We don't have time to look at this, let's go!" Qi Xiaoting dragged Jiao Na out of the venue.

"What are they doing here?" Jiao Na asked, puzzled.

Qi Xiaoting: "Open a criticism meeting!" ”

Jiaona: "What is a criticism meeting?" ”

Qi Xiaoting: "It is to point out the mistakes of people or things that are not satisfied with them with everyone's permission, and then put them on the table and criticize this person or thing together."

"Criticism meetings are generally aimed at what everyone thinks is a bad person, and he is not allowed to speak, stand in front of the stage, and be criticized by others."

Jiaona: "Is this person bad?" ”

Qi Xiaoting: "Not necessarily. Listening to grandma's words, culture, culture, big, revolution, and hit, many people are often wronged. ”

Jiaona: "Why do you call him a ghost?" A mortal, can't a ghost hold him? ”

Qi Xiaoting: "The ghost here does not refer to the ghost of the ghost, it may refer to the ghost of the Japanese devil, or it may refer to the nickname given to this person who has a lot of eyes and eyes, and ordinary people can't fight him." ”

Jiaona: "What do you mean by a Japanese devil?" Are there still devils in Japan? ”

Qi Xiaoting: "This is what people called Japanese soldiers when the Japanese army invaded China. It's like people call a child a ghost, it's just a title. ”

Jiaona: "Your human language is so complicated, you really can't understand it if you don't explain it. Hey, where are we going? ”

Qi Xiaoting: "We may be coming in vain." Now that he is engaged in culture, chemistry, large, revolution, and life, Mao Peng may be classified into the 'four olds'. ”

Jiaona: "What are the four olds?" ”

Qi Xiaoting: "The four olds are the collective name and collective name of old ideas, old cultures, old customs, and old habits. Oh, Jiaona, don't ask for those words. What I'm most anxious about now is whether I can find someone who understands Mao Peng! ”

Jiaona: "Go to his house and find out, won't you know?" ”

Qi Xiaoting: "It's been more than 400 years, where is his home?" ”

Jiaona: "You human beings are so sad, they can't find a home in 400 years, they have to have offspring!" ”

Qi Xiaoting was bent on finding an insider, and no matter what Jiao Na was babbling about, she walked towards an old man in his sixties sitting on the street.

"Brother, ask you about someone, are there any descendants of Mao Peng?"

The old man looked at Qi Xiaoting with strange eyes, and said with a dissatisfied look: "What are you talking about, is it swollen!" I am his twelfth grandson. You revolution, smash tombstones, burn family trees, you will continue to reform this blood relationship! ”

When Qi Xiaoting heard that this person was the twelfth grandson of Mao Peng, her heart suddenly settled, and she didn't care about the ridicule of the other party. I couldn't help but say: "Amitabha, I finally found it!" ”

When the old man heard this, he became even more angry, and said angrily, "How did you find it?" Do you still dare to criticize me! I'm sixty-six years old, and if you come to find fault again, see if I don't beat you with a stick!" As he spoke, he raised the stick in his hand.

Qi Xiaoting saw that the old man regarded them as rebels, so she hurriedly clasped her fists with both hands, arched her hands and said, "Brother, you misunderstood, we are not rebels, we are here to collect and sort out the legend of Mao Peng."

"Because I couldn't find anyone, I was anxious, and I didn't pay attention to the way I spoke, and I was offended. Since you are the twelfth grandson of Mao Peng, can you tell us the legend of Mao Peng? ”

The old man glanced at Qi Xiaoting: "Now there is smashing and burning everywhere, criticizing the four old, and the tombstones in our Mao family's cemetery are all smashed." What are you still collecting legends for? However, his tone was noticeably softer.

Qi Xiaoting saw that there was a door, and in order to achieve her goal, she took out her ability to tell lies, and her tongue ran out of her mouth:

"Brother, that's the case, this is my apprentice, and the two of us are engaged in literary and historical materials. Now it's the period of culture, chemistry, large, revolution, and life, and I won't let it go.

But the gods would not let me be idle, but came to me in my sleep and told me who I was, what difficulties I had encountered, and how to do it.

"No, one night I had a nightmare that I was captured by a snake demon.

"When the snake demon was about to kill me, a group of heavenly soldiers suddenly came. The leading celestial general is a strong man with a rainbow beard, and according to the age of our earth, he is in his forties. The Rainbow Bearded Celestial General wielded a Glaive Blade, and in a few turns, he killed the snake demon and saved me.

"Under my questioning, General Hongbeard told me that he was a Changren of the queen of Jianjin Prefecture, surnamed Mao Mingpeng, the word Runan, alias Shuangqu, born in the first year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty, and died in the forty-fourth year of Jiajing. Jiajing Bingwu raised people, Lianjie Jinshi, the right deputy capital Yushi before his death, the commander of Yanmen and other passes, and the governor of Shanxi and Henan.

"Because of his outstanding achievements in the mortal world, the Jade Emperor wants to crown him as the Great God of Peace. But the approval materials need a folk legend to support his achievements. It was because of the lack of this information that the God of Peace could not approve it.

"In order to repay Mao Peng for saving his life, I said to him: 'I am engaged in literary and historical materials, and I can collect them for him. But immortals are different, I don't know how to send them to you. ’

He said that after collecting it, he could fold the paper materials into paper cranes, attach a spell and mail them to the heavenly court. When he saw that I was sincere, he entrusted me with the matter and told me the incantation.

"No, I risked being labeled as the 'Four Olds' and 'Counter-Revolutionary' and found it. Brother, you don't have to tell me who you are, I don't tell you who I am, you told me, and promoted the virtues of your ancestors; I collected it and fulfilled my wish. Let's go and settle the accounts, and the rebels can't find our heads. ”

The old man blinked, and said secretly in his heart: Mao Peng is the name of the old ancestor, and everyone knows this. But his word Runan, alias Shuangqu, is only known to people in the family, and then there is a record in the county annals. If it weren't for the literary and historical materials, I really wouldn't have access to the county chronicles.

It seems that these two people are really engaged in literary and historical materials! Well, maybe what they're saying is true!

But in any case, it is a matter of exalting the virtues of our ancestors. If the ancestor really wants to be named the god of peace, it is not the descendants who will benefit first!

The old man pondered for a moment, looked around vigilantly, saw that there was no one nearby, and said to Qi Xiaoting: "If you want to collect, come with me." If you are heard on the street, not only you, but I will also be labeled as an 'anti-revolutionary'. With that, he got up and walked towards the alley.

Qi Xiaoting was happy in her heart, and hurriedly led Jiao Na to follow closely.

Walking to a small farmhouse courtyard, the old man closed the door, and then led Qi Xiaoting and the two into the north room, sat on a small bench in the hall, and asked Qi Xiaoting to tell her "nightmare" again. When he was convinced, he sighed and said:

"The ancestor was honest and honest all his life, and his achievements were outstanding, but unfortunately he only lived to be forty-three years old. If he can be named the god of peace by the Jade Emperor, he will continue to bless the happiness and safety of his family and the people of the world, and it will not be in vain for him to fight all his life.

"Big brother, it's not that I don't want to tell you the legend of my ancestors, this is also the glory of our Mao family! Just because of culture, culture, big, revolution, and life are being intense, beating, smashing, robbing, burning, holding criticism meetings, and parading the streets every day. Didn't you hear the loudspeaker, that's the critics! ”

Qi Xiaoting nodded: "That's where we came from." See. ”

"Ahem, there's no way, one movement after another, who dares to talk about the past? I see that both of you are very kind-faced, not the ones who fool me, and I have to say everything in my heart when I say anything. I'm sixty-six, and if I don't say it, I'll be taken to the coffin, and no one will know about it again. ”

Qi Xiaoting: "Brother, it's like this. There are a lot of folk legends that are pretended in the hearts of the older generation, and if they are not sorted out, as soon as the old people leave, they will disappear forever. ”

The old man nodded: "You're right, just say this to you, and I'll tell you everything."

"Let me tell you about our Mao family's cemetery first:

"Our Mao family cemetery originally covered an area of nearly 100 acres, with more than 1,000 cypress trees in it, and the thickest two people could hug it together.

"The cemetery once had more than 20 stone tablets, the south is the entrance of the cemetery, the front is the Shinto tablet made of white marble, 50 meters away behind the monument is a stone archway of two zhang high, people call 'the gate of the car', on the big bluestone pillar of one color, carved with patterns such as dragons, spiraling straight up, very imposing.

There are four towering poplars that hug the thick on both sides of the archway, the stone lions, monkeys, stone tigers, stone sheep, stone horses, stone people, etc. are lined up on both sides in turn by the big bluestone behind the archway, the scale is huge, the momentum is magnificent, and it makes people awe-inspired.

"The Shinto monument has always been a symbol of royal majesty and family power, and the custom of 'civil officials getting off the sedan chair and military attachés getting off the horse' has been circulating since the old year. At that time, there were often guests from afar in the village, who were civil officials, and when they saw the Shinto monument, they got off the sedan chair; It was from the martial arts hall, so he dismounted, and there was no one who did not abide by this custom.

"It is a pity that before and after the Japanese invaded China, part of the cypress trees in the cemetery were cut down by bandits and Japanese invaders, and part of them were sold by the Mao family;

"More than 20 stone monuments were mostly destroyed as raw materials for burning lime in the era of iron and steel, and those that were not burned were scattered in the village;

"This time, the cultural, chemical, large, revolutionary, life, and Shinto monuments were also smashed by the 'rebels' as the object of breaking the old and establishing the new;

"In particular, the stele pedestal, a vivid large stone mound, was originally a symbol of auspiciousness, but it was cut off by Qi Brush. Ahem, don't say it, don't say it......"

When the old man said this, his voice choked up a little.

"Brother, don't be sad, after exercising, everything will return to normal, and what you lost can be recovered."

Qi Xiaoting persuaded. In my previous life, I heard my grandmother say it, and I also saw it in some materials, culture, chemistry, greatness, revolution, and the end of the seventy-sixth year, and in the eighties, the misclassified "land, rich, anti, bad, and right" were rehabilitated, and the property and cultural relics that were robbed were returned to their owners.

"How long is this going to take?" The old man asked.

"It's only been ten years!" Qi Xiaoting revealed a little bit of heaven.

"Even if I stop exercising, I don't know if there is such an old bone as me!" When the old man said this, his eyes suddenly lit up: "You are here to collect the legends of the ancestors, see that I am far away, while I am still alive, I will tell you the original." ”

After speaking, Ben Tsai carefully told Qi Xiaoting and the others the legendary story about Mao Peng.

After Qi Xiaoting went back, according to the old man's narration, she sorted out a "Legend of Mao Peng".

Although Mao Peng is a historical figure in Jianjin Prefecture, and his legends and stories are also well-known in Jianjin Prefecture, after all, due to geographical restrictions, netizens know what they don't see. When he is mentioned in the book, for the completeness of the story of this book, in order to make everyone familiar with this character, I now upload "The Legend of Mao Peng" here, I hope friends like this character.

(The next three chapters are "The Legend of Mao Peng", friends who know and are not interested in folk literature can skip it.) ）