Chapter 6 introduction

The accumulation of the county leads to the county, and the accumulation of the county leads to the world.Counties and counties are governed, and everything in the world is governed... Excerpted from the preface of "Guling County Chronicles" Guangxu six years (Gengchen) The vast mountains and plains are sleeping in the darkness.A thousand-year-old wooden tower stands tall and dark.The cold wind blows from the other side of the mountain, and the small copper bells under the corners of the eaves of the tower are tinkling.The sound of the bell melted into the vast and cool darkness in the early summer morning, monotonous and lonely, remote and desolate.The distant mountains on all sides cause a dreamlike, faint echo that seems to be there.It has been tinkling like this for a thousand years.

Suddenly, the layers of electric lights outside the tower lit up. The ancient wooden pagoda immediately presented a majestic and majestic image brightly and solemnly in the dark sky and earth.This is a nine-story wooden tower.On the highest floor hangs a large gold plaque with three large characters written on it: Sakyamuni Pagoda. Accompanied by a thin, hunchbacked old watchtower man, Li Xiangnan, our young protagonist, stepped into the red-painted gate, and was greeted with the smell of damp and stale wood.This pagoda displays the historical relics unearthed and handed down in Guling County, and it is a small museum of Guling County.This is the first layer.On the red velvet cloth in the glass cabinets, there are animal fossils tens of millions of years ago: rhinoceros horns, teeth and bones of beasts.How far away.

Li Xiangnan leaned over and looked at the explanatory card in the glass cabinet, and smiled slightly.There were no humans back then. Circling up the dull and heavy wooden stairs, the second floor displays the creations of the Paleolithic Age.Human bone fossils, stone tools, and bone tools.The stone implements are all pointed objects. It is said that the ax is not very similar to the axe, and the spearhead is not exactly like the spearhead.The appearance is rough and chaotic, and it is almost difficult to see the difference between these stone tools processed by humans and natural stones.The bone tools are dozens of bone needles, which are made by humans, and it is clear at a glance without archaeologists' research.Any wear and tear of nature, any chewing of beasts, it is impossible to process such thin needles with holes in the tail and the same specifications.It's hard to imagine that humans at that time knew how to sew.There are also perforated animal bones and teeth placed on the red velvet cloth in the glass cabinet, which were human decorations at that time.With a little food and clothing, you know how to love beauty.These lovely primitive humans.Each explanatory card marked: These stone tools and bone tools were left by humans from hundreds of thousands to one million years ago.

The third layer is the archaeological discoveries of the Neolithic Age.The stone tools displayed here have clear shapes, smooth surfaces and sharp edges.Stone axes, stone knives, stone arrowheads, stone pestles, stone spinning wheels, everything is like this.The use of millstone, using it to polish stone tools, ended the history of human beings processing stone tools by tapping for hundreds of thousands of years.Only this one step, how simple and how difficult it is, brought mankind into a new period of civilization: the Neolithic Age. Thinking of this, Li Xiangnan was quite emotional. He leaned over to look at the items in the glass cabinet carefully. There were bone needles and awls inside, and several rough pottery bowls, pots, and tripods. Among them, a painted pottery pot with a red surface and polished inside and out attracted his attention. Note that the composition is elegant and the shape is beautiful. It is an artifact of the Yangshao Culture in the Central Plains of my country, an original handicraft about 5,000 years ago.Yangshao culture has also flowed into ancient tombs thousands of miles away, which is amazing.It is even more incredible to think that all kinds of ancient civilizations could spread all over the earth at that time.But a little calculation is very simple: a human civilization can spread hundreds of miles in one year, thousands of miles in a hundred years, and spread all over the world in a few hundred years.What is a hundred years in human history?In the face of such a long time, the space of the earth seems very small.

This is the fourth floor.From the windows that are open on all sides, you can feel the cool breeze blowing from above.On display here are bronze wares from the Shang and Zhou dynasties.There are spears, knives, adzes, goblets, and jue. There are thickly shaped and exquisitely decorated bronze vases with milk nail patterns in the Shang Dynasty, and there are crotch-shaped tripods with taotie patterns in the Western Zhou Dynasty with short inscriptions and simple shapes.The bleak green patina and its cool, refreshing smell suggest the ancient age of that history, and at the same time remind one of the eerie brutality, size, and heaviness of the slaveholder's regime.Arrowheads, bows and arrows are the most common bronze wares.This great invention from the late Paleolithic age, together with the use of fire, enabled humans to defeat beasts and nature.And the man who made the first bow and arrow is the greatest unsung hero in human history.Who he is may never be known.In another 10,000 years, everything in modern times will become ancient history. What kind of research and research will people conduct?

A sense of vicissitudes of life wells up in my heart as I climb up the wooden stairs that spiral and muffle. This is the fifth floor and the highest floor.The tower has nine floors from the outside, with five bright and four dark.The five floors inside are the top of the tower.Through the dark windows on all sides, the draft is quite bitter.The things displayed on this floor are two thousand years old.A stone tiger in the Han Dynasty is simple and naive, a few small Sakyamuni stone carvings in the Northern Qi Dynasty, a stone Guanyin without an arm in the Tang Dynasty, and a large number of porcelain, jars and pots.There are white-glazed painted flowers and white-glazed red and green colors from the Song Dynasty, blue-and-white porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty, colorful porcelain from the Ming Dynasty, and enamel vases and pots from the Qing Dynasty.It shows the increasingly prosperous and noisy life of human society.

The ancient tomb is worthy of being an ancient tomb.It has only been two weeks since I took office as the secretary of the county party committee, and today is the first time I have climbed this ancient pagoda.Layer by layer, we have seen the natural history of ancient tombs for tens of millions of years, the history of human beings for hundreds of thousands of years, and the history of writing for thousands of years.He turned off the light, and came to the railing outside the tower to look into the distance. In the bright light just now, the sky was dark.Now that the lights are turned off, I can see that the dark sky is showing faint twilight.A huge star shines lonely.In the distance are dark rolling hills.The wind blew violently on his face and chest, bringing with it the damp and cool dew and the smell of wheat from the summer fields.Zhenliang's shirt rattled and trembled.The small copper bell under the eaves of the tower was tinkling.The dark sky is vast and chaotic, which is meditative.

The east is gradually brightening, and dawn is slowly revealing its cool forehead. Under its gaze, layers of night were lifted away, and the mountains, rivers, fields, ravines and ravines of the ancient mausoleum emerged little by little in the darkness.To the north and to the west are big mountains, with overlapping peaks and undulating ridges. Gradually, they become some loess hills, and more recently, they become some loess cliffs that fall straight down, turning into a river.The county seat and the wooden pagoda not far from the city are on a raised high ground in this Sichuan land.Surrounded by pebbled river beaches.The river bank is flowing with winding water, and in the field filled by the weirs on the river bank, there are already a few figures bending over to hoe corn.Pingchuan continued to develop eastward and southward along the river beach until it was blocked by mountains at the horizon.

This is an ancient county in the Yellow River Basin. Guling, the name of this county already existed in the Spring and Autumn Period, and it is as old as the name of Confucius.The chariots of Qin, Qi, Yan, Han, and Zhao Wei all fought here.The attackers destroyed the city, and the occupiers built the city, repeated many times.Until modern times, it was ransacked by guns from the East and the West.Now there are still some ruins of the city wall.The hills on the opposite side and the villages at the foot of the mountain still retain the fort walls surrounded by circles, recording the robbery and robbery since ancient times.

The ancient county is another poor county. "Guling County Chronicles" once described: ...The peasants in Guling used more force but less performance. Winter and spring were bitter cold, summer bitter water, autumn bitter frost.If there are gaps in the dredging of the mountain corners and rivers, all efforts will be made to cultivate them, and there will be no shortage of places for old and weak women to play.In March sow bean, in April we sow millet, in June we planted, and in August we harvested wind and rain.It's a New Year's Eve, and the harvested mothers are only a few buckets...

In the distance, there is a long sound of a train, echoing in the mountains, and it looks desolate in the dawn.A railway passes through the mountains, crosses Pingchuan, and passes by the south of the county, giving the ancient mausoleum a touch of modern color.With the sound of the train running, Dawn was shocked, raised his forehead even higher, light waves trembled faintly like the sea, and the sky began to really brighten.The vast and unsophisticated mountains, rivers and fields are more and more clearly displayed.The morning wind blowing across the mountains is desolate and heroic.The bells on the tower were tinkling.In the distance came the sharp creak of the brake lever of the downhill carriage.On the opposite mountain, a high-pitched and old voice sang an ancient folk song: "This mountain sings over the other mountain, I don't know who is the confidant..." The singing echoed melodiously in the dawn, tens of miles away, up and down the mountain, A faint smoke rises from the village forts on the top of the locust trees. Ancient and poor ancient tombs. Now, he is determined to turn a new page on it. A thousand years later, this page may also be displayed in this ancient wooden tower...