An ancient village.
According to the old man's oral legend, as early as the Spring and Autumn Period, Qi Huangong, the overlord of the five tyrants, starved to death in the north of the village. However, word of mouth is word of mouth. Without records, you are not convinced.
A.D. 1366 years ago, Chen Youliang and Zhu Yuanzhang fought for almost a few years, which led to people's poverty, people's poverty and refugees fleeing everywhere. One day, a middle-aged man named Geng came here with a burden on his back. One end of his burden is broken, and dirty broken bedding and luggage are rolled inside, and some raw hemp stalks are placed on the pole. At the other end is a rotten wooden box painted with black paint, and a simple rope tying tool hangs obliquely on one side of the box. Maybe this is all the middle-aged people have. Dark big toes, afraid of not being bound by shoes, are exposed outside the shoes, and their steps seem a little staggered, but with the creaking rhythm of the pole, they look like a tired wild goose. It was already dark when he arrived at the ring. He put down the heavy burden, breathed a sigh of relief, took off the straw hat with rotten edges, fanned the wind back and forth, untied the reed mat, and simply made a shack for the night. Coincidentally, a heavy rain woke him from a deep sleep. Fortunately, all his belongings were not blown away by the wind. In this way, he stayed in the rain until dawn. The rain is small, and when I open my eyes, it is full of muddy rain, bright and bright. The way when I came has long since disappeared, and there is no way forward. The man frowned, his face blank and helpless. The man shivered in the rain. Where is he going? He doesn't know why or where he belongs. He suddenly found that not far from the southwest, there was a highland where a locust tree was born obliquely. The man seemed to find hope and dragged his heavy body past.
He stood on the dirt slope, looking at the distance of Tianshui, and you felt like you were standing on a floating island, at a loss and indecisive. Later, the man resolutely decided to camp here. Perhaps, he saw a glimmer of hope in his heart and his brow relaxed a lot. The man hung up his wet luggage at random and took out a vegetable cake to satisfy his hunger. Finally, this man is young and strong. After the rain cleared, he built a simple adobe house, which can shelter from the wind and rain in a few days. He cultivated a field in front of and behind the house, sprinkled a little corn kernels and hemp seeds, and even if he officially settled here, it became his home and he became the owner here.
After a long time, the man felt lonely, so he fed some sheep and chickens to accompany him. Suddenly one day, a mother and daughter in distress helped each other pass by. They were ragged and unkempt, and the old woman kept coughing, and she almost had no strength to lift her eyelids. She was out of breath and said that she would spend the night next time. The man helped them into the house and poured them a ladle of water. The woman said, "The old woman is a mother-in-law, and both her father-in-law and husband have been arrested. I heard that Chen Youliang was defeated in Panyang Lake. We're worried. Their whereabouts are still unknown, and their lives are uncertain. Their hometown has also been smeared with charcoal, and the people are in dire straits. The people had no way out and fled in all directions. My mother-in-law caught a cold on the road and had no money to see a doctor. Alas! Brother, please, when my mother-in-law is better, we will leave. " "Don't beg, although you live here, are poor, should help each other, this world, difficult! Hey! " The man said, thinking about what happened to him the year before last, he shook his head and said sympathetically. "Well-intentioned people, I heard that there is a Longhua Temple in this place, and the monks in the temple calculate the hexagrams very effectively. Let's invite a priest to see if they are still alive? " The old lady said with difficulty. "Yes, it's not far from here, but the temple is not very prosperous. There may be several monks guarding the Buddha statue, but not many people go to burn incense and kowtow. Aunt, you'd better get better first! " A few days later, several people came here one after another, men and women, mostly old people. The old lady inquired about her husband and son when she met someone. One of the young people said, "Auntie, in the battle of Panyang Lake, Chen Youliang was completely annihilated, and no one was spared. I heard that Zhu Yuanzhang killed all the prisoners. " . Hearing this, the old woman coughed violently and vomited blood to death. The next day, the man and the sad woman buried the old woman in a hurry. When she came back, the woman begged the man to take her in, saying that although it was a big day, there was no place for her. Although the man is poor, he is honest. He couldn't bear to see a weak woman walk out of here and nod blankly in the distance. "It will hurt," said the man. "I'm not afraid, I can bear hardships, 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. It has been fine weather for two years in a row. Although it is coarse grains, it can fill the stomach. The rope they tied can also sell some money in the market, and the days are getting better and better.
Time flies, two years have passed, and a dozen people have come here one after another. They learned from the man's appearance, built two adobe houses around him, opened a piece of their own land a little further away, planted some corn stalks, learned from the man's appearance, and tied a rope. Gradually, a village was formed here. Because that man is the first time to come here, and he is honest, people respect him and call him the master here, so he named "Shenggeng Village" after his surname and his occupation of weaving ropes for a living. 1369, in the second year of Hongwu, Zhu Yuanzhang visited Shandong with vast fertile land, vast water resources and sparsely populated, and ordered Zaoqiang County, Hebei Province to emigrate. Therefore, Shenggeng Village grew up from a small village with less than 20 people. Therefore, the name of Shenggeng Village has been engraved in the long historical records as early as 640 years ago. It experienced the bleak wind and rain in the 1970s, bearing the heavy Qilu culture, which has been immortal.