After a while, Zhang Shaofei followed Le Zhidan to the small river at the edge of the village.

On the river beach, the endless rape flowers came into Zhang Shaofei's eyes, like a surging flower tide swept in, the wind blew, like the waves on the sea, turning up layers of waves, all over the mountains, up and down the big river, and suddenly became a golden world. "The scenery is so beautiful!" Zhang Shaofei couldn't help but admire.

A clear river flows around the village.

Here and now, the scenery is so beautiful and the air is so fresh.

The morning sun shines on the surface of the river, the river water reflects the sky, and the water in the river is so clear and clear.

Sometimes you can see small fish jumping on the water, stirring up small waves; Wild ducks roam freely in the bend; Rock eagles and harriers also hover in the air, looking for prey.

Look closely at both sides of the riverbank, full of wildflowers of different colors; Looking at the mountains in the distance, the trees are lush and green.

On the cliffs, you can sometimes see a few pots of bright rhododendrons and oleanders;

Sometimes, near the river, you will see a fluffy of lycoris flowers and a few pretty wild lilies;

Sometimes the fragrance of orchids permeates the valley, making people feel even more intoxicated;

There is also a pair of mandarin ducks playing freely in the river;

A few village girls squatted by the river to rub their clothes.

The rape field on the river beach was full of their washed clothes.

The girl's colorful clothes and rape flowers complement each other, just like a colorful auspicious cloud, gently descending on this land.

A fresh and refined girl, while rubbing her clothes, gently hummed a mountain song:

The water of the small river is clear and clear......

When Zhang Shaofei heard such a beautiful and beautiful singing, he couldn't help but sing along: The water in the Qingqing River is cold, and he said that he was in trouble......

The girl suddenly heard a low and sad singing voice from a male voice, and she couldn't help but look up.

Zhang Shaofei saw from a distance that she was combing two long braids on her head, and the rest of her hair hung down her neck to the back of her shoulders and chest, which looked very moving.

The girl saw a handsome boy singing to her, smiled at him, and then stroked a strand of soft hair beside her face, and sang:

A river under the high mountain, sister is a river, and brother is a river.

The creek is not a companion of the river, so I persuaded my brother not to chase my sister.

When Zhang Shaofei heard this, he couldn't help but laugh secretly, thinking: Isn't this the mountain song that I heard my mother sing when I was a child? How did the mountain song of Shijiawan in Luoyang, Henan Province come to her!

It turned out that Zhang Shaofei's father Zhang Jinzhao married his mother Ding Fengying home by singing mountain songs.

Before Zhang Jinzhao won the fame, he had a period of experience of going out on a boat.

He was a man of temperament, wandering out on the docks, neither smoking nor gambling. But he likes women and sings mountain songs.

Living in such an environment on a ship, the words and deeds of the boatmen naturally became dissolute and rude, although Zhang Jinzhao was born in a scholarly family, but he was also affected unconsciously.

Some of the banks of the Yangtze River are inhabited by Hakka people, and most of the young Hakka men and women like to sing mountain songs.

They sang on the singing field, sang on the mountain and riverside, sang at the end of the road, or were tired from working in the fields, even if they didn't meet an opponent, they had to entertain themselves and hum a few words to relieve boredom and vent their feelings.

They may touch the scene and complain to each other; or quoting scriptures; Or laugh at each other and praise each other, and have fun.

The Hakka people use river water in the river and stream water near the stream, and they are accustomed to build a series of weirs on the stream and the river beach, blocking the flowing water and forming a green weir pond.

The water on the weir pond can drive the waterwheel to rotate, which is used for rice milling, flour grinding, oil extraction, soil paper making and irrigation of farmland.

In order to prevent the flood from breaking the weir, the Hakka people also cut pine fir from the mountain, carried it to the river to split into stumps, and smashed it into the riverbed with a sledgehammer to form countless wooden stakes, and used it to clamp the stones to prevent the flood from easily breaking the weir.

The water on the ridge is deep, and several waterwheels on the bank are swirled day and night by the river, as if singing lingering and ancient songs, splashing and sprinkling, carrying the river water to the field dam for irrigation.

During the hot summer months, most boatmen spend more time on the water, so most of them wear only a pair of shorts. They were happy to take off their wet clothes and hang them on the helm handle, or on the oars to dry.

Sometimes, the wind blows your clothes and pants like small flags.

The man stood on the bow of the boat, crossed his waist and roared a mountain song, which frightened the waterfowl on the river in all directions.

The scorching sun scorched them directly on them for a long time, and the skin of each boatman was tanned as if it had been painted with a layer of tung oil, and the complexion became brown and shiny.

Once, when Zhang Jinzhao and the fleet drove to a weir, some boatmen saw a handsome woman near the waterwheel, squatting on a large stone slab by the river to scrub her clothes.

A boatman became excited for a while, so he encouraged Zhang Wenbin and said, "Ah Bin, sing mountain songs with her!" ”

At that time, Zhang Jinzhao was already a graceful and beautiful man in his early eighteenth year, and when he was just ten years old, his mother wanted to ask the media to order a baby for Zhang Luo, find a girl with a good family and good character, and say that he would marry him in a few years, so that he could start a family as soon as possible and inherit the Feng family.

And Zhang Jinzhao didn't like the few family affairs mentioned by his mother, and often spent his hard-earned wages on Hakka girls outside, and even took the money to go to waste.

Zhang Jinzhao has a hobby, that is, when he sails through a village or a ferry, when he meets a woman he likes, he likes to use mountain songs to tease others.

Sometimes, if you meet a woman with a careful eye, you will scold him;

If you meet a thin-skinned woman, you will bow your head and ignore him;

If you meet a generous woman, you will sing with him.

Once, when the boat passed by a village ferry on the Pujiang River, Zhang Jinzhao saw a slender woman rubbing clothes on a big stone under the big banyan tree at the ferry, so he found gossip to talk to the woman: "Pretty girl, go to Suzhou and Hangzhou with my brother to buy rouge gouache for you." ”

The woman looked up at him carefully.

Zhang Jinzhao saw that her big eyes were like water in the river, clear and bright, very charming.

After a while, I saw the woman smile: "If you go, you won't come back!" ”

Zhang Jinzhao was so impressed by the woman's provocative eyes and smiling face that he almost forgot his surname.

"Okay?" The woman threw another wink at Wang Wenbin.

"Okay! If you don't come back, you won't come back! Zhang Wenbin couldn't hold back the passion that surged up all over his body, and shouted, "Pretty girl wait for me!" Then he threw off the penny and jumped into the water, trying to chase the woman.

The woman turned around, and Zhang Jinzhao looked up and saw her pretty pink face, which couldn't help but make his heart pound.

The woman saw Wang Wenbin swimming over, lowered her head and smiled secretly, brushed the hair on her head, and sang:

A river under the high mountain, sister is a river, and brother is a river.

The creek is not a companion of the river, so I persuaded my brother not to chase my sister.

Zhang Jinzhao sang:

A river under the high mountain, the brother is the fish, the sister is the stream.

How can there be fish who don't love water, and how can there be brothers who don't want sisters.

Female Singing:

Brother, don't be too careful, your wife is so spicy.

Go back and screw your ears and punish you for kneeling and rubbing the floor.

Zhang Jinzhao sang:

My brother really loves Ah Mei, and he is eighteen years old and has not yet married.

I have the heart to marry my sister, and I love and love for a hundred years.

Female Singing:

In the previous life, I cultivated the fate of this life, and I want to connect with my brother in this life.

If Ah Mei marries you, my brother is not allowed to have any other intentions.

Zhang Jinzhao sang:

In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth I wish to be a branch.

If the brother has a different heart halfway, he will let the sky strike and thunder.

In this way, Zhang Wenbin touched the girl's heart with a beautiful song and won the beauty.

……

Zhang Shaofei listened to the girl's singing, thought of his father, felt very cordial, and walked over. After walking a few steps, I thought again: I can't go to meet her like a flower child.

So, he squatted down, put his hands together, and took a handful of water to wash his face......