The Pentium Era - South to North

They came out of Tancun and returned to National Highway 330. They drove forward for more than ten minutes. In front of them was a triangle area and a lively market. Liu Lipole pointed to the left side of the road and told the driver that it was right here. While eating, across the way is Zhuge Bagua Village.

There were two restaurants on the left side of the road. The restaurant owner saw that there was a foreigner among the people they came in with, so he asked if he wanted a private room?

Liu Ligan said yes.

There were five or six tables in the hotel hall, and half of them were occupied. The boss took them to a room at the end of the restaurant, opened the door, and said it was a private room. Everything inside was the same as outside, but this one was actually the most crowded room. The door, there is also the word "Elegant Seat" on the door.

Liu Ligan knew that the restaurants in this area had this shape, and it would be the same if he looked for them again. Liu Ligan said, OK, this is the place.

For a person like Jacques, a bowl of pork head meat poured into a plastic bag, even if it is a delicacy, this place is certainly not a problem. Jason seems to be used to it, but the female translator from Hangzhou University looks uncomfortable. He looked at the greasy table with a cannibalistic look, frowned and shouted, "What?" Is this a hotel? Is this a box?

Jacques made a face at her, clapped his hands, and had already retreated outside to order on a long chopping board.

He, Lao Tan, and Liu Ligan quickly finished ordering and came back. When they saw the translator still holding a napkin and wiping the table in front of him, he shrugged.

Jacques sat down, pursed his lips, and made a gesture of drinking. Liu Ligan knew that he had just ordered a big fish and meat, as well as a black and shiny sauce called "Duck" (French: duck), and he needed to drink more. , Liu Ligan asked the boss, what kind of wine do you have here?

The boss told Liu Ligan that there are white wine, rice wine, bayberry wine...

"Is there any red yeast wine?" Zhang Chen asked.

The boss said yes, and Zhang Chen said, give us a jar and serve it when it’s hot.

The boss said okay.

After the food and drinks were served, not only Jacques and Jason had never drank red yeast wine, but also Lao Tan. This wine is bright in color and is a local specialty. It is also called Jinhua wine or Dongyang wine. Drinking this wine makes your mouth sour. The wine tastes sweet and mellow. In the summer, when you come back from working outside, you can drink a bowl of it to quench your thirst and get rid of the heat. In winter, you should drink it like this when it is hot.

The alcohol content was not high and it was easy to import. Everyone opened up and drank from bowls. Even the female translator drank a small glass from a disposable cup because Zhang Chen told him that this wine was from the local area. During the confinement period, pregnant women use it to boil eggs and eat them to nourish their bodies.

A few people quickly finished the jar of wine, but Jacques asked for more. Zhang Chen quickly told him that the wine still had potential, and they had to go to Zhuge Village in the afternoon. We could drink again at night. Liu Ligan called the driver and said , you go ask the boss to move a few jars to our car.

After finishing their meal, they drove through the triangle area, not far from the opposite side, which was the entrance of Zhuge Bagua Village.

Zhuge Bagua Village, because in 1996, the entire town as a whole was announced as a national key cultural relic protection unit by the State Council, so there are many locals and outsiders visiting here.

They parked their car in the parking lot outside the village, bought tickets and walked inside.

This village is different from the Xinye they had seen before. The layout of the buildings in the village is arranged in the style of "Eight Arrays". The core of the village is also a pond called "Zhongchi". This pond is similar to Xinye. Ye's Nantang is about the same size, but half of it is water, and the other half is land made of stone slabs, one yin and one yang, shaped like Tai Chi in the Nine Palaces and Bagua Diagram.

With Zhongchi as the center, there are eight alleys extending in all directions, leading directly to eight high hills outside the village. If viewed from the air, the shape of the entire village resembles a Bagua diagram, hence the name Bagua Village.

Every alley in the town is derived from many narrow alleys that are connected horizontally. There are thousands of households in the alleys, and many ancient Ming and Qing dwellings are dotted here and there.

The alleys close to Zhongchi are relatively straight, but gradually become winding as they extend outwards. Many alleys are connected vertically and horizontally, and seem to be connected but not connected, like a maze. When outsiders enter the alleys, it is often difficult to get in and out, and it is easy to get lost.

Regarding this point, when Zhang Chen and the others came to perform, they heard many legends. Some said that the Japanese passed by the village but did not find the village, so they did not come in. Some said that the Japanese came in, and what happened? Can't find the way out.

Zhang Chen felt that all the legends were far-fetched. The buildings here were indeed unique, but they were not so mysterious. Otherwise, wouldn't all the so many foreign tourists who come every day get lost in this village?

Anyway, Zhang Chen and the others never got lost in the village every time they came. Even if they were half-drunk at someone else's house, they could still find their way back to the grand hall in front of the bell pond to sleep with the help of the stars and the moon.

In the Grand Hall, Zhuge Liang is enshrined. It is true that most of the villagers here are descendants of Zhuge Liang. Anyway, everyone Zhang Chen and the others know locally has the same surname as Zhuge.

Zhang Chen and Liu Ligan were walking in the village, and many local villagers knew them. They stopped them and asked if they were playing "Stealing Immortal Grass" again? Zhang Chen was famous in the local area for painting portraits of dead people, as well as portraits of Zhuge Liang.

There are many pharmacies in this town. It is said that they follow the teachings of their ancestor Zhuge Liang, "Be a famous doctor instead of a name." My family owns a pharmacy, but the one who opens a pharmacy here hangs a portrait of Zhuge Liang instead of their ancestor Han Kang.

First, there was a portrait of someone's house, which was soaked by water due to leaks. Zhuge Liang looked like his face was full of sad tears, which was really unsightly. He happened to see Zhang Chen painting a scene under the sun by the clock pond.

The original set was on the stage. During the first performance last night, Xiao Wu and Xiao Jin didn't cooperate well. Xiao Wu raised his kick and kicked him out. Xiao Jin's fall was too exaggerated. I forgot about this. The stage was very small, and he fell directly into the set, causing a big hole in the set. Zhang Chen had to repaint it.

The owner of the drugstore saw that Zhang Chen was good at his craftsmanship, so he asked him to help draw Zhuge Liang. When Zhang Chen was a child, he didn't know how many times he copied the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" comic strips drawn by Shanghainese and Li Tiesheng, and he was very familiar with the image of Zhuge Liang in it. .

He painted him according to the image of Zhuge Liang in it, using gouache paint. The shopkeeper saw it and was filled with joy. He felt that this Zhuge Liang was majestic and elegant, which was much better than the original one at home that had been handed down from his ancestors. Zhuge Liang, who has a lifeless face and looks like a private school teacher, is even better.

He took it back and hung it up. All the neighbors came over to look at it. After looking at it, they felt that this Zhuge Liang was more like their ancestor. As a result, almost every household came to Zhang Chen to draw Zhuge Liang. Zhang Chen would paint Zhuge Liang every day during the day. There is a painting of Zhuge Liang on the edge of the bell pond in front. In the evening, he was dragged home by this family to drink red yeast wine.

Their troupe originally performed in Zhuge for four days, but ended up staying here for more than half a month. The whole troupe was in Zhang Chen's favor, not to mention Liu Ligan, who accompanied him to drink every day. There is him.

Their Yongcheng Wu Opera Troupe has become the most popular troupe in Zhuge. Every time they come here, they will receive warm hospitality from the locals. If Tan Shuzhen comes today, she will be even more beautiful than them. The people in this village , there is no one who does not know the white lady who stole the fairy grass.

Every time Tan Shuzhen holds a piece of Ganoderma lucidum in her mouth, she stands on the two-meter-high platform, leans back, bends down, and then somersaults down, her cheers almost lift the roof of the temple. Lost.

When Jacques arrived here, he was very excited. He took out his sketchbook and kept drawing. He was fascinated by the Soviet-style carved door headers with gray and gray polished bricks on the white walls, and the exquisite corbels, brackets, and moons carved on the eaves. Xing et al. were very interested.

Most of the low doors here have a hollow lattice center, which is exquisite and clear, light and ingenious. About 30 centimeters above the low door from the lintel, there is a slender moon beam overhead. The curve is soft and elastic. The moon beam There are some bas-reliefs carved on it, which echo the low door and complete the composition of the door opening.

The doors of several wealthy families are covered with iron sheets and nailed with bubble nails. They look extremely majestic, like an unsmiling master sitting there with a straight face, so that you don't dare to approach easily.

They walked around the alleys, drawing and photographing, and finally returned to the edge of the clock pond. Jacques sat down on the stone slab beside the pond. He said to Zhang Chen, have you noticed that the entire layout here is like a The pot, the pond here, is like the bottom of a pot, and all the water around it collects here.

Zhang Chen said yes. In the eyes of the Chinese, water is wealth. The reason why there is a pond in the middle of the villages we visited may also mean gathering wealth. Jacques nodded. He was very interested in this kind of thinking. interested.

Jacques pointed around with his pen, bragging to Zhang Chen and the others. He said, "If you put me in any corner of this town, I can find it. I have discovered the secret of this town."

Lao Tan asked curiously: "What secret?"

Jacques said: "Did you see, this is the lowest place in the town, and the buildings on the side are all going up along the slopes. No matter where you are, as long as you go down, you will definitely end up here. "

Let's see, it is indeed the case. Zhang Chen and Liu Ligan remembered why they used to feel so light on their feet every night when they walked back half-drunk. It turned out that they were walking downhill.

Zhang Chen and others were sitting and chatting. A man walked out of the grand hall, looked towards them, then walked over, walked closer and shouted: "Painter Zhang! Screenwriter Liu!"

Zhang Chen and Liu Ligan turned around and laughed when they saw the person coming. It turned out to be the clerk of Zhuge Town, whose surname was also Zhuge. Zhang Chen and the others called him Little Zhuge. Little Zhuge now looked like he was no longer the same person. When he was young, when Zhang Chen and the others were here, he would play with them every day.

Xiao Zhuge also asked them if they were coming to perform nearby, and why they were not arranged to come to our town. Your Yongcheng Wu Opera Troupe has not been here for several years.

Zhang Chen quickly told him that we were no longer in the troupe, and we came here to visit with friends today.

"Xiao Zhuge, is it popular here now? There are so many outsiders?" Liu Ligan shouted.

"It's okay, it's okay." Xiao Zhuge said with a smile, "You are not allowed to leave at night. You must eat here. We are old friends. We haven't seen each other for so many years. We are not allowed to leave without eating. Painter Zhang, is this foreigner with you?"

Zhang Chen is right.

"Then let's eat together. I'll ask someone to arrange it right away. Let's have a good meal." Xiao Zhuge shouted.

The translator told Jacques what Xiao Zhuge said. Jacques was very happy when he heard it. He made a gesture of drinking a glass of wine with his hands and shouted: "Go with me, go with me."

Little Zhuge didn't understand what the foreigner was talking about, so Liu Ligan smiled and said, "He wants to drink red yeast wine."

"Yes, yes, we have red yeast wine in abundance here." Xiao Zhuge shouted quickly.

Little Zhuge remembered something, came to pull Zhang Chen, and said to him: "Let's go, painter Zhang, show your skills."

Zhang Chen asked why?

Xiao Zhuge pointed to the Grand Hall and told Zhang Chen that bridge lanterns were being made inside.

Zhang Chen understood, he said okay, he turned around and said to Jacques, Jacques, let's go, you can also show your skills.

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