The spring is chilly, the thick cotton-padded clothes have not been taken off, men wear hats when they go out, and women wear scarves, still feeling the chill. But in the fields of Jiayuan, there are many people swimming and bathing in a pond for about four or five minutes, and cheerful laughter jumps on the splashing water. This is not a commercial performance, nor is it an exercise for winter swimmers. Instead, after work, the villagers used hot springs with a temperature of more than 40 degrees Celsius to wash away the fatigue of the day, remove the troubles of daily chores and relax. Within dozens of miles of Fiona Fang, there is no place with such unique natural conditions. Jiayuan's hot springs are well known.
The girls and daughters-in-law in Jiayuan have white and tender hands, like lotus roots, without frostbite. Washing and sizing, carrying a bamboo basket in the left hand and a small bucket in the right hand, three steps and two steps came to the pond. I was surprised to wash my hands with water, which drove away the cold air in winter and warmed my body at once. I don't feel cold when I take off my coat and wash it. It is very hot to clean the stone port with bottled water. Rub clothes quickly, press a bucket of water to go home and wash dishes, and work in warm water, naturally it won't freeze. Cooking porridge with spring water, green, sweet and delicious, beauty and hairdressing. There is a spring pool where girls from other villages are willing to marry Jia Yuan.
"ZhuoChen brocade, bright as cold dew in the curl. The sound of the storm comes first, and the dry mountain does not do it. " The spring pool in Jiayuan gurgles out all year round. Even in severe drought, there are plenty of springs, and seedlings are like endless green carpets. Surrounding villages, drought, anxiety, helplessness, no harvest, only envy Jia Yuan's share. However, except Tuanlianhe Village, due to the in-laws relationship, you can borrow spring water from hot springs for irrigation without worrying about crop failure.
Xu Gongzi of Tuanlian River is handsome, elegant and poetic. The ladies of Jiayuan are very cultured, quiet and elegant, with skin like jelly, face like peach blossom, crescent eyebrows and two pupils. Perfect-looking, suitable, boastful, lively, happily married, enviable. The woman's family will also give her daughter a piece of land next to Tuanlian River Village as a dowry. Men and women love each other and live a rich and happy life. Both parents are happy in their hearts, happy in their faces and close to each other. But a drought cast a shadow over the marriage.
It turns out that Tuanlian River Village is very close to White Lake, and there is no main pond to store water. In the event of drought, the water level of the White Lake drops, and the simple and backward tool, the waterwheel, cannot be turned over for irrigation. "I live in Baihe, and I hope the water will dry up the fields." The field is cracked like the mouth of a hungry child, eager to suck milk to maintain life, and the seedlings hang their heads and are weak. If there is no more water, there may be no harvest. The Xu family used his quick wits and begged his daughter-in-law to borrow water from her house. The girl's family is full of water and promises, allowing JOE to open a ditch leading to the Yong Lian River. Clear spring water, with warmth, friendship and affection, goes straight to Xu's paddy field. After a long drought, the crops are growing well and a bumper harvest is in sight. The two families laughed and raised their glasses to celebrate.
But the Xu family is looking forward to it. Come to think of it, borrowing water is not a long-term solution. Greed often makes people lose their minimum moral conscience and rack their brains to come up with a complete solution. Snails were touched out of the white lake and scattered into the ditch, and the green moss was produced by splashing urine on the side of the ditch, which made the ditch have a long history, thus confirming that this spring pool has been used by Tuanlianhe Village since ancient times. Another year of drought, the two families fought over water, and the lawsuit hit the county government. The county magistrate saw the facts and thought that the Xu family made sense, but the spring pool was located on Jia's land, and the Jia family also made sense. In a dilemma, the county government staff came up with a way to call the Xu's daughter-in-law. The Jia family is beaming, and the daughter knows the ins and outs of the matter best. I didn't know that my daughter was lying with her eyes open with the concept of "dressing to see her father and undressing to see her husband". Xu Jiasheng sued and the hot spring pool was awarded to the Xu family. In order to make tofu shine on both sides, the magistrate rewarded Jia with a cold spring and a small amount of water as compensation. Jia Jia saw that the hot spring used for generations was misjudged as a gourd case by the gourd monk. They angrily called this spring pool "female-occupied pool" and wanted to nail the spring eye with a stump. Unexpectedly, the more they nail, the bigger the water. The Jia family was heartbroken and couldn't bear to see their pain, so they moved out one after another. By the end of Qing Dynasty, there was no Jia family in Jiayuan.
Now Jia Yuan is surnamed Wan, and this confused case is still an unsolved case until now. There was a drought last year and water resources were scarce. The two villages have set off another storm of fighting for water. The two sides hold their own words, and the final result is still ambiguous. The dispute can't be settled unless Bao Zheng is reincarnated.
The golden rice waves rolled with the wind, and several willows and tallow trees were seen in the distance, hugging the female pond. I came to visit with curiosity and reverence, a little uneasy and a little happy. Quanshuitang, Nvzhantang, Tang Tian, Riyuetang and Wannian Spring are all the names of this pond, and different names have different meanings. Two cement slabs stretched out in the incense hall, and a group of white ducks flapped their wings, as if welcoming my unexpected guest. Water hyacinth grows luxuriantly, water plants are green, and reeds sway. Although the lotus leaf has not withered in late autumn, it is still green. A handful of water is warm. A ditch less than one meter winds its way to the Yong Lian River, as if telling a tortuous historical story. Because the drilling team drilled a deep well of more than 30 meters, the spring water in the pond no longer spewed, but the tiny spring eye whispered quietly. At first glance, hot springs gushed out from a platform, blocked by hands, and spread like waterfalls, flying beads and breaking jade. Clear spring water, bright and clean, with high mineral content, flows day and night. To the east of the hot spring is a cold spring, and the square root of Chai Lu, which is only found in Sichuan, often flows out of the spring eye. A warm and a cold, cold and hot meet, heart to heart, * * * propped up this blue sky, nourished the desolate rice fields here, and nurtured the simple villagers here.
The spring pool in Jiayuan is a godsend. A drink will relax the lungs and prolong life. "Ganglie Cuiping surrounds the warm valley, and the moon hangs on the ice to see the Lingchi." The paradise in the moonlight should be another charming scenery. "Hot spring palace is unknown. The voice of development is very high, but there is no following. " This spring of "waiting for words in the boudoir" is clear, pure and graceful, waiting patiently for the favor of the right person.