My Deep-sea Fishery

"Are there any other precautions for burning the pagoda? Or are there any sayings or taboos?" Xiang Yang asked Fu Agong. People of the older generation are superstitious. Since the burning pagoda originally existed to worship the god of fire, there must be many taboos or things to pay attention to. Xiang Yang must understand all of these things in advance.

Grandpa Fu smiled, "There is something to talk about. In fact, when burning the pagodas at the beginning, it wasn't just one pagoda, but two."

"In the old street of Huhai Town during the Republic of China, although there were less than a hundred shops and a population of tens of thousands, there was a difference between the left half of the street and the right side of the street."

"The left half of the street is backed by the sea, and there is no one to support it, but most of them are business shops opened by rich people, such as theaters, stone lion statue shops, shipyards, grain merchants, rice shops, money houses, and pawnshops."

"The right half of the street is mostly small merchants, such as selling rice cakes, snacks, tailor shops, etc., but the right half of the street is closer to the outside of the town, and there are Yanlong, Yanjiang, and Yanqian within a hundred miles. Wait for the support of eight villages."

"At that time, when it was time to burn the pagodas, a pagoda would be burned on the left half of the street and on the right half of the street. Winners and losers were determined by competition."

Xiang Yang smiled, "Events, pay attention to an atmosphere, burning one each is more lively than winning or losing."

Grandpa Fu shook his head, "It was like this at the beginning, but in the later stages of the struggle, it really became competitive and winning or losing. In the thirty-sixth year of the Republic of China, the left half of the street and the right half of the street burned pagodas. At that time, it was the left half. In the theater garden on the street, a new owner took out a hundred taels of gold to burn the pagoda. The fire burned for three days and three nights. There was still a mountain of firewood on the left half of the street, but the firewood on our right half of the street was almost burned. , but at that time everyone was fighting, who would give up easily?"

Xiang Yang smiled, the gap between the rich and the poor was ridiculously wide in that era.

The left half of the street seems to have few shops, but they are all made by everyone who makes money. The right half of the street seems to be crowded with people, but in fact there is no money.

"It must be the right half of the street that lost." Xiang Yang said with a smile.

"How can it be?" Grandpa Fu said happily: "When the people on the right side of the street were in trouble, I don't know who took the lead and went home to pick up a load of firewood for their own house, and then the people on the right side of the street One after another followed suit, and each went home, you and I took your own firewood to the stadium on the right half of the street, and continued to fight with the people on the left half of the street. The fire continued to burn until the seventh day of the first lunar month. The people in the streets on both sides are having fun, the firewood in the neighbors' houses in the surrounding villages is almost gone, and the hundred taels of gold in the theater are almost gone, so the peace is over."

Zhang Qicheng's eyes lit up when he looked at Xiang Yang. He felt that the Dou Tower was very interesting. If possible, he wanted to restore this as well.

At that time, he and the investors of the Binhai Hotel will order a pagoda, and Xiang Yang will order a pagoda with other people from Yanlong Village. But Zhang Qicheng couldn't make the decision for the time being, he had to go back and discuss it with Li Chao and the others, so after hesitating for a while, Zhang Qicheng didn't say anything.

"Uh." Xiang Yang blinked his eyes and said in surprise: "The firewood at that time was not a simple thing, everyone was so enthusiastic? Are you willing to take your own firewood out?"

In fact, Xiang Yang wanted to say that he was irrational.

At that time, firewood was not a simple thing at all, but a real necessity of life, and many people didn't even have enough for their own use at home.

"Yes, enthusiasm." Grandfather Fu's eyes flashed memories again, "The fighting tower is considered good, but you don't know the guard tower."

"One year, the devils attacked Longcheng, and there was a guard group of two devils and two devils stationed in Huhai Town. That year, the national disaster was at the head of the country. Basically all the men in the town went to the national disaster together. Only There are some old and weak women and children, and the pagoda was not planned to be burned that year, because there were few people and it was not lively, and I don’t know who proposed to burn it, saying that it would be prosperous and prosperous, which would be a good omen.”

"Since someone proposed to burn it, let's burn it, but the second devil won't let it go! Send a battalion out to stop it, and want to destroy the pagoda and turn off the flames."

Xiang Yang raised his eyebrows, he could imagine that scene.

At that time, the national calamity was at stake, and most of the males went there. In Huhai Town, there were basically only old and weak women and children who were looking forward to the triumphant return of their fathers, husbands and sons.

Burning pagodas at that time is actually not burning pagodas, but a kind of expectation for the future.

But the Second Devils are all armed with guns. Even if everyone says that the Second Devils' combat effectiveness is not good, it is not something a group of old and weak women and children can resist.

Xiang Yang and Zhang Qicheng looked at each other, and they both guessed that the pagoda hadn't been burned that time.

"At that time, the big boss in the theater, with delicate features and delicate features, often disguised himself as a female concubine, and everyone laughed at him as a weak man who couldn't lift his shoulders or hands. If we didn't like that person when we were young You will scold him, and when you grow up, you will be just like the actor in the theater."

"That day, the second devil came, and when he came up, he wanted to chop up the pagoda with a saber, and beat everyone he saw along the way."

"The opera singer didn't even take off the makeup on his face. He was a man with a woman's face. He looked like a beautiful woman who brought disaster to the country and the people. At that time, I didn't see how he got in front of the leading second devil. Immediately, he handed over the guns of the two devils, shot out all the bullets, then raised his head and laughed, being a traitor and running dog, he dared to join in the fun, well, why don't you cut off my head today to add to the fun?"

"At that time, everyone was stunned. After watching countless scenes, it was the first time that I realized that those soft and weak guys in the troupe actually had real skills in their hands."

"The head of the theater, with a group of martial artists, beat the crap out of those two devils, finally handed over the guns of all of them, killed a few evildoers on weekdays, and then didn't want the theater anymore, riding Those horses of the Second Devils left with the swords and guns that they took off from the Second Devils, and I never saw or heard from them again in the next few decades."

Having said that, Grandpa Fu wiped his eyes, the corners of which were already moist.

Xiang Yang sighed. Apparently, Grandpa Fu had already guessed the ending of the troupe. If there were no accidents, they would have died on the battlefield. No news is actually the best news, because no news means that they have the slightest chance. Possibly, he later became an accomplished general.