Shenggen Village is a small village in Boxing County, Binzhou City. It is a small village with only more than a hundred households, but it has a history spanning thousands of years, rich cultural heritage, and high development and tourism value. Feng shui treasure land.
According to the oral tradition of the elderly, as early as the Spring and Autumn Period, Duke Huan of Qi, the overlord of the Five Hegemons, starved to death in the north of the small village. However, oral transmission is oral transmission. There is no record and it is not deeply believed.
Before 1366 AD, Chen Youliang and Zhu Yuanzhang fought almost continuously for years, which caused the people's wives and children to be separated, the people were in dire straits, and people fleeing famine were everywhere. One day, a middle-aged man surnamed Geng came here carrying a load. His load was filled with tattered reed mats and dirty bedding and luggage rolled inside. son. At the other end is a dark, rotten wooden box, with a simple rope-tying tool hanging diagonally on the side of the box. Perhaps, this is all the middle-aged man's belongings. The dark big toes were exposed outside the shoes for fear of being unable to withstand the constraints of the shoes. The steps seemed a bit staggering, but they followed the rhythm of the creaking pole, one step at a time, like a tired goose. When he reached the territory of Boxing, it was already dark. He put down his heavy burden, took a long breath, took off his straw hat with rotten brim, fanned it back and forth, untied the reed mat, and simply set up a shack, ready to make do. overnight. It happened that a heavy rain woke him up from his deep dream. Thanks to the light wind, all his belongings were not blown away by the wind. In this way, he survived in the rain until dawn. The rain has stopped, and when I open my eyes, everything I see is turbid rainwater, which is so bright that I have already lost the way I came from, let alone the way forward. The man frowned, his face full of confusion and helplessness. The man was shivering in the rain, where to go? He didn't know why or where he ended up. He suddenly discovered that there was a high ground not far away in the southwest, where a locust tree grew diagonally. The man seemed to have found hope and ran over dragging his heavy body.
He stood on the slope, looking at the distant sky and water. You felt like you were standing on a floating island, at a loss, hesitant and hesitant. Later, the man decided to set up camp here. Perhaps, he saw a glimmer of hope in his heart, and his frown relaxed a lot. The man casually hung out his wet luggage and took out a vegetable dumpling to satisfy his hunger. Finally, the man was young and strong, and within a few days after the rain passed and the weather cleared, he built a simple adobe house that could provide shelter from wind and rain. He also cultivated a field in front of and behind the house, sprinkled some corn kernels and milfoil seeds, and officially settled here. Then, this place became his home, and he became the owner here.
As the days went by, the man felt lonely, so he fed a few sheep and chickens to keep him company. Suddenly one day, a mother and daughter were in distress, supporting each other and passing by. The two were in ragged clothes and unkempt. The old woman kept coughing. She almost had no strength to raise her eyelids and was out of breath. He said he wanted to stay overnight. The man hurriedly helped them into the house and poured them a ladle of water. The woman said: "The old woman is her mother-in-law. Her father-in-law and husband were both arrested. We heard that Chen Youliang was defeated in Panyang Lake. We are worried. The whereabouts of his father and son are still unknown, and their lives are uncertain. Their hometown is also suffering, and the people are in dire straits. The people had no way to survive and fled in all directions. My mother-in-law got cold again on the way and there is no money for treatment. Hey! Brother, please, we will leave when my mother-in-law feels better." "Don't beg, you can just live here. We are all poor people and we should help each other. It's so difficult in this world! Hey!" The man said, thinking about his own experience the year before, and shook his head sympathetically. "Good Samaritan, I heard that there is a Longhua Temple here. The monks in the temple can predict fortunes very effectively. Let's go and ask for fortune-telling to see if the two men are still alive?" the old woman said with great difficulty. "Yes, it's not far from here, but the temple is not very prosperous. There may be a few monks guarding the Buddha statues, but not many people come to burn incense and kowtow. Auntie, you'd better recover from your illness first!" A few days later! , several more people came here one after another, some men and some women, mostly elderly people. The old woman asked about her husband and son when she saw people. One of the young men said: "Madam, in the Battle of Panyang Lake, Chen Youliang's entire army was wiped out, and no one survived. I heard that Zhu Yuanzhang killed all the prisoners." When the old woman heard this, she coughed violently, vomited blood and died. The next day, the man and the grieving woman buried the old woman hastily. After returning, the woman begged the man to take her in, saying that although the sky was big, there was no place for her. Although the man was poor, he was very upright. He couldn't bear to watch a weak woman walk out from here, looking into the distance and nodding numbly. "It will be very painful," the man said.
"I'm not afraid, I can endure hardship, as long as you can take me in," the woman said. I don’t know since when, men and women have lived together, sharing joys and sorrows, like a pair of mandarin ducks. They tied ropes together and planted crops together. For two consecutive years, the weather was good. Although they were coarse grains, they could fill their stomachs. The ropes they tied could also be sold at the market for some money. Life was getting better day by day.
Time flies, and two years later, more than a dozen people came here one after another. They followed the man's example and built two adobe houses around him, and also opened a house a little further away. I planted some corn and flax on my own piece of land, and tied the rope like a man. Gradually, it became like a village. Because the man was the first to come here and was an upright man, people respected him and called him the master of this place. They named it "Shenggen Village" after his surname and his occupation of making a living by weaving ropes. In 1369, the second year of Hongwu, Zhu Yuanzhang inspected the vast fertile land, vast water sources and sparsely populated areas in Shandong, so he ordered a large-scale immigration from Zaoqiang County, Hebei Province. As a result, Shenggen Village gradually grew from a small village with less than 20 people. Grow stronger. Therefore, the name Shenggeng Village has been engraved in the long historical records as early as more than 640 years ago. It has experienced the hardships of the times and carries the rich Qilu culture. It is still famous today. And pass it on.