To the youth that you know, I know, and we don't know…I hope that readers who like this book will follow me into this world where a half-real little person is climbing up step by step…)
This was a very ordinary village. It was located in the Weibei Plain of the northern Guanzhong area, adjacent to the Yellow Plateau. It was so ordinary that you wouldn't be able to find the name of this village on Baidu's map. Eight hundred miles of Qinchuan was filled with yellow soil, and thirty million children were shouting Qin opera. However, the village was considered a small place in the middle of nowhere. It was just a small matter. In a few minutes, it would pass from the mouth of the widow at the head of the village to the ears of the cripple at the end of the village...
Like all the other villages, this place used to be filled with poverty and backwardness. However, under the wise leadership of the country and after the reform and opening up, the countryside began to take on a new look. Many farmers also built houses, and some even bought small cars. The children also had education, and they all had prospects. Everything was in a virtuous cycle, and the lives of the farmers were better.
There was an earthen city wall in the south of the village. It was said that the village used to be a stockade. During the liberation period, there was a very fierce battle here. There were many nameless bones under the earthen city wall, but only a little bit of the wall was left. During the Great Revolution, left-wing ideology was particularly serious, so the city wall was pushed down by the radical left-wing. It was quite regrettable.
The village had its own legend, and it could be said that there was once a heroic figure here, who was also the greatest pride of the village. It was the famous patriotic general of the Northwest Army, General Yang Hucheng, who launched the shocking "Double Twelve Incident-Xi'an Incident" during the War of Resistance against Japan. He was a legendary figure in the village and the greatest pride of everyone in the village.
If someone asked the people in the village where they were from?
Then these simple and tough men would raise their heads that had been crushed by time, straighten their slightly bent backs, and then show their big yellow teeth that had been polluted by the high water, and say with the authentic Shaanxi Guanzhong accent,"I am from the same village as Yang Hucheng."
It was as if he was a few levels higher than others after saying that. He puffed out his chest and raised his head like a victorious rooster. It was also a bit of vanity that was causing trouble. He looked a little arrogant and different from others.
The old people in the village talked about Yang Hucheng in a way that was even more detailed than those in history books. Whenever the sun set and the day was coming to an end, the old people in the village would hold their small stools and sit under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village which could not be surrounded by several adults. They would take the tobacco that they had grown at home and roll one for themselves with their slightly trembling hands. They would then take a box of five-cent matches and light it up before taking a deep puff. They blew out a ring of smoke comfortably, as if they were more comfortable than immortals at this moment.
Then, these old people began to do the same thing every afternoon. When the children in the village saw these old people gathered together, they quickly put down their fooling around and quickly gathered around the old people. They sat on the ground, not afraid that the dust would stain their newly changed clothes. They would not be able to avoid their parents 'scolding when they went back.
However, the children didn't care about this. They only knew that the stories told by the old men were very good. They were much better than the stories told by the teachers in school about Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Anyway, they didn't know what was a princess and what was a prince. They just thought that the Yang Huwa mentioned by the old men was more awesome. After listening to it, it would become the capital for them to brag to their classmates.
The old people sat upright as if this matter was very serious. The setting sun shone on the old people's faces that had been corroded by time. The ravines were like the thousands of ravines on the Yellow Plateau. There was a combination of history and stories everywhere, matching the setting sun.
"Yang Hucheng's nickname is Hu Wa. When he was young, his family was poor, so he worked for others in the mutton and bread shop in our town. Later, he couldn't stand the bully in the town, so he took a kitchen knife from the shop and killed the bully on the street. " After that, he became the leader of the bandits. Later, he fought with the Qing government and finally joined the National Party…" The old people used the authentic Guanzhong dialect to tell the story of that legendary figure. During this period, the rumors and stories of the tiger baby when he was young were endless. It was very lively.
Sometimes, when two people knew different things, they would even fight until their faces turned red and they panted heavily. It was just like that ignorant child. No wonder people said that it was fine for an old child to smile and smoke in the end.
Just as the old people were talking animatedly, the children sitting around shouted,"Master Li is here, Master Li is here!"
In the Guanzhong region, Old Master meant great-grandfather, which meant grandfather's father. Obviously, this Old Master Li had a very high seniority in the village, so his age must be high.
Some of them even ran over to ask for candy for Old Master Li. It seemed that Old Master Li's position in their hearts was to give them candy. However, children were still children. If they had food, they would be happy and carefree.
When the old people sitting under the trees heard the children's shouts, they would quickly stand up as if they were welcoming distinguished guests. They were all very dignified. They patted the soil on their butts, but it was unknown if there was any soil.
When Old Master Li came to this old locust tree which was much older than anyone else in the village, some old men scrambled to give up their seats to Old Master Li. They even said politely," Elder brother, please take a seat." It seemed that whoever this Old Master Li took the seat would be more glorious.
The old man only opened his toothless mouth and smiled faintly at everyone. Every wrinkle on his forehead had a long history. He did not deliberately refuse and casually found a seat to sit down.
The old man was wearing a buttoned-up Tang suit short shirt, ordinary black cloth pants, and even more ordinary but down-to-earth old cloth shoes. They were not the kind of cloth shoes sold outside in Old Beijing, but made by the villagers themselves. The quality and comfort were better.
The old man's body was hunched over and he looked as if he was a skeleton. However, the light in his eyes was something that only an old fox with shrewdness would know…
The old man casually found a seat and sat down, ignoring the other old men beside him. He only leaned on his walking stick and looked at the setting sun in deep thought. His whirlpool-like eyes made no one dare to look directly at him. From time to time, he would look towards the alley, as if waiting for something.
At this moment, the sun was about to set. The last ray of light shone on the old man's face. If someone observed at this time, they would find that this crazy old man was bathing in the last ray of sunlight. He was extremely sacred, just like the legendary Great Immortal.
At this moment, the old men and children were under the old locust tree and under the illumination of the setting sun. Their vision was so strong.
Old Man Li. Everyone called this old man Old Man Li. No one knew his original name, nor did anyone know his history. They only knew that he was called Old Man Li.
That was true. Old Man Li was much older than the oldest old man in the village. Who knew the story of this old man when he was young? How arrogant and domineering he was when he was young, how insufferably arrogant he was, how powerful he was. Perhaps he was just an ordinary citizen who struggled with the rape of life every day.
The history that the people in the village knew was that Old Man Li's father had followed General Yang Hucheng, who was also known as Tiger Baby, in the revolution. The two of them had played together since they were young, and they had told each other everything.
Old Man Li's father was also a legendary figure in this generation. People called him an all-rounder. He was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, blowing, playing, and singing. No matter what, he was considered a figure.
It could be said that he was very knowledgeable and talented. He knew astronomy and geography, but he could also be said to be a genius. It was not an exaggeration to say that he did not know anything.
It was also possible that the more people spread the story, the more mysterious it became. It was not that exciting.
Therefore, the legend of the Li family's great grandfather was still circulating in this generation. One could see how wonderful his legend was.
After the revolution, Yang Hucheng did everything he could to get Old Man Li's father to work with him. Old Man Li's father was an all-rounder and knew the current political situation very well. He knew that the Manchu Dynasty was about to come to an end, so he agreed without any hesitation.
Later on, people only knew that Old Man Li's father and Yang Hucheng fought together for the country and the revolution. During this period, Old Man Li's father had a son when he was old. He brought his only son, Old Man Li, back to the village to worship his ancestors. There was no news of him after that. This was also the last time the villagers saw Old Man Li's father.
Some people said that Old Li's father had died of an incurable disease. Some said that Old Li's father had been helping Yang Hucheng behind the scenes. The Xi'an Incident was negotiated between Old Li's father and General Zhang Xueliang. Some said that Old Li's father was a spy of the Chinese government and was later killed by the Japanese or the Chinese government.
Anyway, there were more and more rumors, but no one knew if they were true. Later, these disappeared in the smoke of history as time passed.
Later on, there was no news of them, and the history of the Li family was broken.
However, just as the older generation began to slowly pass away, Old Man Li returned to the village in the early 1990s at the age of 70. He returned with the baby in his arms. Later, people learned from him that it was his only grandson, the only seed of the Li family, the only root…Li Sansheng.
Suddenly, the village, which only had a few hundred people, exploded. Everyone knew the history of the Li family and the legend of the Li family. Therefore, they were even more curious about Old Man Li and the Li family.
However, no one knew anything about Old Man Li. No one knew what Old Man Li had done. No one knew why Old Man Li had returned to this village. No one knew why Old Man Li had returned with a baby who was not even a year old, his only grandson, Li Sansheng.
According to Old Man Li's father's coquettishness back then, Old Man Li should have already reached a certain level by now. However, these were all questions that everyone had. No one dared to ask.
The villagers all held the mentality that this matter had nothing to do with them. No one cared about the story of such an old man. Besides, it had nothing to do with them. They would only take it out to pass the time under the old locust tree or in the fields after eating and drinking.
Just like that, Old Man Li had stayed in the village quietly and steadily for 19 years. Time passed in the blink of an eye. The baby had grown up and inherited the style of the Li family. He had also become the topic of discussion in the village.、
In the past nineteen years, Old Man Li had basically never left the village. He was like the cultivator who stayed in the deep mountains and forests, pure in heart and few in desire.
The Li family no longer had any relatives in the village, so all these years, it was Old Man Li and his grandson who depended on each other. An old man and a baby depended on each other. It was difficult for outsiders to tell how hard their lives were.
" Brother, Sansheng is going to go to university now. He's going to be successful," the old man under the locust tree said to Old Man Li, who was squinting his eyes, while smoking.
The countryside was extremely hot and stuffy, and there were many annoying mosquitoes. From time to time, the passing of vehicles would stir up a cloud of dust and cause a few curses.
Old Man Li did not say a word. It made people think that he had dementia and was already confused. Old Man Li, who was almost 90 years old, was already legendary enough.
" Brother, Sansheng has had a tough life since he was young. He has suffered a lot. I feel a little bitter when I think about it. Now that he has to leave again, your life will be even lonelier," another old man said.
" Fate is determined by the heavens, and man triumphs over the heavens." This time, Old Man Li muttered some words that he did not know if he understood or not. In any case, the old men around him could not hear or understand.
" Tomorrow, the dog's car will go to Xi'an. Why don't we let Sansheng take the dog's car to Xi'an to go to school?" An old man sitting under Old Man Li was obviously dressed much better than the other old men. When he said this, he seemed to be proud. The other old men all curled their lips and looked disdainful, but it was more like sour grapes.
Old Man Li was still unmoving, like an old immortal who had been born.
The sky slowly darkened, and the people in the village came back one after another. Old Man Li stood up with difficulty, picked up a wine gourd from his waist, and took a big gulp.
The wine was aged Dukang. It was a good wine brewed from Dukang Spring. It was better than the so-called national liquor, Moutai Wuliang Ye, which was hyped up by the media. The wine gourd was an ordinary loofah gourd. The person was an old man, and they complemented each other.
Old Man Li got up. His hunched body, staggering steps, and declining back gave people a look back at history, but it was as if he was returning to life. He roared,
"If you don't fight, your vitality won't be damaged. If you don't get angry, you will be happy. If you don't worry, your heart will be cool.
Do not seek, do not humble, do not insist, can be round and square; If you don't covet, you will be rich and healthy. If you don't covet, you will have your own ideas.”
Northwest, Guanzhong, the thousand-year-old capital, 800 miles of Qinchuan, there were often shocking people…
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