Legend has it that there was a clever, young and beautiful peasant girl in the Zhuang village near Xiajian River in Yishan County in ancient times. Because she ranked third, she was called Third Sister (whether it originated from Liu Sanmei of Hakka people remains to be verified). She lost her parents when she was a child, and lived with her second brother, firewood and farming. Sanjie Liu loves to sing folk songs since she was a child. She is ingenious, transplanting rice seedlings, firewood, weaving bamboo utensils and brocade, and she knows everything. She is hardworking and skilled, and she sings folk songs constantly. Liu Sanjie is famous for her outstanding talent and moving voice. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, young men and women gather on the riverside lawn, throwing hydrangeas, and no one can sing folk songs better than her. Sanjie Liu is both talented and beautiful, and the descendants of Fiona Fang Baili have come here one after another, bent on proposing to her. She is natural and graceful with the song, indicating that she should choose a match according to the song. She began to sing:
In March, melons are in full bloom, and Third Sister talks about songs but doesn't talk about money. Who can sing better than me and walk without a sedan chair?
There was an endless stream of suitors, and the singing songs kept on all the time, but none of them could defeat Third Sister Liu, so they had to leave reluctantly with admiration. In fact, Liu Sanjie's heart has already quietly fallen in love with Li Xiaoniu in the same village. They have been herding cattle and firewood together since childhood, singing folk songs together, and calf is also an excellent singer. In their labor and singing, they have established sincere and deep feelings. Third sister poured out her heart to the calf with a soft voice:
I miss my sister, and I know that my sister has a sincere brother;
Spiders weave webs in the Sanjiangkou, and the water pushes silk constantly (thinking).
Third Sister gave the calf a hydrangea, and the calf gave Third Sister a silk thread as a token of commitment for life. They sang:
The wind blows clouds to rob the sky, but the water and stones in the river do not flow;
the knife cuts the lotus root continuously, and we will never lose our love.
This incident was known by Mo Hairen, a powerful local rich man, who insisted that Liu Sanjie and Li Xiaoniu were engaged in private, which was unethical and immoral, and they should be punished. One day, Third Sister and calf went to the high mountain by the river to cut firewood. The vicious Mo Hairen ordered the servants to flee to the mountain, taking advantage of people's surprise, and pushed them into the river. The calf was drowned on the spot, and Liu Sanjie was hung on the shore cliff by vines. The rich man cut off the rattan, and Third Sister fell into the rushing river. As it happens, there was a piece of wood floating in, and Third Sister quickly grabbed it and drifted downstream to Liuzhou. An old fisherman found out and rescued her from the shore. The old fisherman sympathized with Liu Sanjie's experience and resolutely took her as his adopted daughter.
Shortly after Liu Sanjie came to Liuzhou, her reputation as a good singer spread quickly. When Mo Hairen, the rich man, heard the news, he flew into a rage and fidgeted, and said maliciously, "Sister Liu, I didn't kill you, and I must make you lose your reputation!" Therefore, Mo Hairen entrusted three scholars from other places with a large sum of money, loaded a boat full of song books, and made a special trip to Liuzhou and Liu Sanjie to sing down Liu Sanjie.
that day, Sanjie Liu was washing clothes by the river. Three scholars landed by boat; I was busy asking where Sanjie Liu was, saying that she was ordered by Mo Hairen to sing a duet with her, and I had to win her. Third Sister Liu saw that they were cocky and had a boat full of songs, so she sang casually:
Liu Sanmei, the riverside laundry, you should sing the songs quickly.
since ancient folk songs came from the heart, how can a boat carry water?
this song, the scholars seem to have taken a beating, and they are relatively silent and have no words to answer. When Sanjie Liu asked the family names of the three of them to be Tao, Li and Luo, she went on to sing:
Tao doesn't see peach blossoms,
Li doesn't see Li Huakai,
Luo doesn't see gongs and drums,
where are the three gentlemen from?
The three scholars were asked by Sister Liu, so they couldn't continue to play dumb. They quickly dug out their songs and barely answered. However, in less than a few rounds, it was overwhelmed by Liu Sanjie's sharp folk songs. Liu Sanjie was angry and annoyed when she saw them in such a mess. She sarcastically sang:
Peach blossoms fade when the wind hits them, plum blossoms fall when the rain hits them,
The gong is even worse when the stick is broken,
How can you sing when the flower is broken?
The three scholars were so stunned that they had to get on the boat and escape. Since then, Sanjie Liu's reputation has been even higher, and more people have come to learn songs from her and invited her to preach songs.
when mo hairen learned that the scholar was defeated, he gave birth to another plan. he sent two thugs to tie up Liu Sanjie in the dead of night, put him in a pigsty and threw him into the river. When the villagers arrived at the news, they salvaged Sister Liu Wang, and it was impossible to save her. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival that day. With a traditional funeral, everyone washed the body of Sanjie Liu, dressed up as beautifully as before, and buried it by the Liujiang River. Two big carp were sacrificed in front of the grave, and everyone sang in sorrow. Suddenly, the grave opened and Liu Sanjie, who was resurrected, jumped out and rode on the back of a carp, leaping up and soaring to the sky. Another carp had no time to take off, and it turned into a Yufeng mountain standing by the river. Later, in order to commemorate Sanjie Liu, every Mid-Autumn Festival night, singers from four townships gathered at the foot of Yufeng Mountain to hold an annual folk song festival. In this way, it has been handed down from generation to generation, and August 15th has become a traditional song festival of the Zhuang people.
The story of Diangong (a folk story of Zhuang nationality)
First, lick the plate
Diangong's family is very poor, and his parents rent a few acres of barren land to support a family of four people. Diangong has a sister named Tian Hua, who is very beautiful.
Tian Hua once went to visit relatives in a neighboring village, and on the way, she met the hunchback son of the landlord in the neighboring village, Xiagong. When Xiagong saw Tian Hua, he thought it was a fairy coming down to earth and stared blankly without blinking. Call the matchmaker to propose marriage immediately when you get home.
Diangong's parents don't agree to marry their daughter to Xiagong. Later, the old man of Xiagong personally came to the door to ask Tian Hua's age. Tian Hua's parents don't give it. Lao Zi, the shrimp master, threatened, "I don't want to marry my daughter as a daughter-in-law. Next year, don't plant my fields, and you will pay me back 2 taels of silver immediately." Tian Hua's parents were cornered and had to give him Tian Hua's eight characters.
Tian Hua cried all day, didn't eat or drink, and said that he would rather die than marry the shrimp. The shrimp was afraid of killing himself, and the wedding date could not be fixed.
One afternoon, Diangong said to Tian Hua, "Sister, don't cry. I'll go to the landlord's house today to get your horoscope back." His parents said, "Without money, it's harder to get your sister's horoscope back than to ascend to heaven."
When Diangong went to the landlord's house in the evening, Prawn Gong said, "Brother-in-law, my sister agreed, and asked me to ask you when to pick up your relatives, so that she could get ready." Shrimp was very happy and stayed at his house for dinner.
When eating, Diangong pretends to be very greedy, drinking glasses after glasses of wine, eating bowls after bowls of rice, and putting chopsticks on the plates. The Xiagong family is full, and he is still eating slowly. Four dishes on the table have been eaten up, so I picked up the empty dishes and licked them. I licked one and changed another. Where my tongue couldn't lick it, I scraped the residue into my mouth with my hand, regardless of the clothes on my chest that were wet with oil soup. After licking the dishes, I still pretended not to be full. The Xiagong family stood by like watching a fool perform acrobatics. The landlady said, "Bro, it's too ugly for you to lick the plate like this. If you're not full, fry it again." The landlord scoffed and said, "The poor man's stomach is like a bucket. Is it ever full?"
Diangong kept licking his two hands scraping the dishes, and said shamelessly, "What am I licking the dishes? My sister even licks the head of the frying pan at home." Master frightened to say; "Asking for this kind of daughter-in-law is simply ruining the family style and losing the face of the 18 th generation ancestors." After that, he threw Tian Hua's eight characters to Diangong and said sharply, "Hungry ghost, get out of here!"
Ding Ding kicked Diangong out of the gate, and Diangong ran home with a gust of wind to report good news to his sister and parents.
Second, digging cotton fields
At the age of twelve, Diangong worked as a long-term laborer for the landlord, and he was often beaten and starved because he could not finish the work stipulated by the landlord.
One day after the Qingming Festival, the landlord called Diangong to dig cotton fields. Before going out in the morning, the landlord said, "I packed two sweet potatoes for lunch today, and I have to dig a cotton floor for a dress in one day."
Dig into the ground, drag down the clothes and spread them on the low floor, draw the outline of the clothes with a stick, and then dig for a while to dig out a small piece of land shaped like a dress.
Diangong and his friends went fishing in the river, dug loaches in the muddy fields, and picked wild fruits in the mountains to eat. At that time, tea was soaked all over the mountains in March, and they had a great time.
In the evening, when the landlord came to the field, he saw a field as wide as a child. He said angrily, "Lazy, you only dug a field as wide as a monkey's ass in one day. You should not eat tonight." Diangong took off his clothes and covered them on the newly turned ground, saying, "Look, it's just the width of a dress." The landlord spat and said, "I told you to dig up a piece of cotton that is wide enough to weave a dress." Diangong asked, "How much cotton does it take to knit a dress?" The landlord couldn't answer. Diangong asked again, "Do you want to plant a wide area of cotton to make a dress?" The place stammered and couldn't answer. He said confidently, "I dug a land as wide as a dress today as you asked."
the landlord knew he was wrong, and said as he walked, "You ghost horse, tomorrow. . . Tomorrow. . . I will punish you. . 。” Diangong smiled and said, "I'd better be punished for digging another cotton field as wide as trousers tomorrow." All the young men present were holding their bellies and laughing.
Third, selling stones
My father collapsed in bed, my mother coughed badly, and the landlord came to the door every three days to force debts. Diangong rummaged around the house looking for something valuable to pawn, catching some medicine to treat his parents, and found nothing for a long time. His father said, "What valuable things are there in the poor family? If stones can be sold for money, there are two piles at the door." Diangong patted his forehead and said, "Yes, yes, selling stones!" "
The next day, Diangong picked a pair of empty oil reeds and went to the town. When it was half a mile away from the town, Diangong opened the oil reeds cover, put stones into the reeds, then covered it and tied the hemp rope outside the cover. With half a bag of cigarettes, Diangong picked a stone weighing more than 1 kilograms to a shop in the town that specializes in collecting tea oil and I don't know how many poor people have eaten. He wiped his sweat with a towel and said to his boss, "Boss Zhou, my boss told me to choose more than 1 kilograms of tea oil to sell to you." The boss replied while calculating the abacus, "OK, I'll weigh it later." Diangong said anxiously, "My boss told me to buy two or two people to go back. The pharmacy is closing soon. Boss, can you give me 5 yuan first, and then pay the bill when the medicine I bought comes back?" The boss knew that Diangong was a long-term laborer of shrimp, and he often picked oil to sell. He ate a lot of his hair and made a lot of windfall. The boss thought that this load of oil was worth more than 1 yuan, so he took out 5 yuan from the drawer. Diangong got the money, went to the drugstore to buy medicine for his parents, bought some wine and meat in the street, and rushed home overnight.
the boss of the oil shop Zhou waited left and right until Diangong came back to settle the bill. When it was getting dark, he secretly rejoiced. He wanted to wait for you not to come. I weighed it and said one hundred catties was fifty catties, making you a fortune. Just tell the man to weigh the oil and pour it into the tank. When the man poured the oil into the big oil tank, he only heard "Dong". . . Knock. . 。” After several noises, oil splashed everywhere, and the boss complained bitterly and said with a sad face, "I wanted to make him a sum of money, but I bought a load of stones for fifty dollars, which almost smashed my big oil tank."