Jinhua ham
At the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, nomadic people went south. At that time, there was an anti-gold general named Zong Ze, a native of Yiwu County, Wuzhou, who recruited an army in his hometown. Everyone's face is tattooed with the words "Serve the country with heart and swear to kill the golden thief", which is also commonly known as the "eight-character army". The eight-character army marched forward, attacking a city in three days and fighting a house in seven days, winning every battle. The nomads from the army trembled when they heard the eight-character army. Who knows, Zhang Bangchang, a traitor and an old thief, and others got in the way. They intercepted the letters of the soldiers of the Eight-character Army without permission, and changed the news that Zong Ze defeated the nomads from the letter to that of Zong Ze surrendering to the nomads from the army, drinking and eating meat every day, and having beautiful women every night. These letters were sent to Jinhua and Yiwu. After watching it, the soldiers of the Eight-character Army were all in chaos.
Zong Ze has a cousin from Jinhua County. After hearing the news, he said to the villagers, "My Zong Ze has always been upright and just. I don't believe him now when he said he defected to the enemy. Everybody get the winter clothes and food ready, and I'll go by myself. If he is really like that, I will beat him away! " Everyone said yes after listening. According to the local custom, he killed pigs and geese. He took his family and carried all the geese and pigs on his legs.
Three days of rain and nine days of wind passed through six counties in three States. Let's take a look at the pig legs exposed to the sun and rain. If they are afraid of being broken, they will put on a layer of salt, just like pickled radish. In this way, after 998 1 year, the salted pork exudes a strange aroma, which makes everyone drool and reluctant to eat. Along the way, they heard many legends of the eight-character army, and they were full of praise for Marshal Zong, and their hearts were full of sweetness.
After Zhuxian Town, it happened to be the Spring Festival Lantern Festival, and the lights in Liangdu City were on for five days. The soldiers of the Eight-character Army met their relatives from their hometown and happily accompanied them to the account of Marshal Zong Ze. Zong Ze's cousin grabbed Zong Ze and told the story of a letter from home. The Eight-character Army ate the pig's legs with "color, fragrance, taste and shape" sent by the villagers, and everyone cried with joy.
In the future, Jinhua people will pickle pork legs like this and eat them later. It's really delicious. Later, the more pickled the pork leg, the more refined it became, and the color, fragrance, taste and shape were good, so Jinhua ham was handed down.
Master Baisha picks lime.
In his early years, there was a man named Lu Gaoming (or Lu Zhi) who did a lot of good things for the people on both sides of Jinhua Nanshan, especially the people in Baishaxi. These places all call him "Master Baisha", and the people pay for his kindness to build a temple. Knowing this, Master Baisha found a pole and went back to Fanyang, a secluded state where he lived, to pick lime for Jinhua people.
When Master Baisha came to Youzhou, people in the kiln greeted them civilly when they saw their relatives returning to their ancestors to pick lime. Master Baisha asked how much lime there was in the kiln, but the main ingredients in the kiln could not be picked. He said, "As much as you want, as long as you can pick it. Well, this kiln burns well, you choose! " Master Baisha is very happy. A pair of iron baskets fell with a bang at the door of the kiln, and the kiln people moved the lime into the iron baskets. Strange to say, ten years, twenty years, one hundred years, two hundred years. Those iron baskets are always insufficient, and all the lime in a kiln is stored in them. The people in the kiln look silly, and their stomachs are regretting Qing Wu. They all regret that they shouldn't have spoken softly and had a thin face. Master Baisha picked up the pole, put two iron baskets together, and left with a thump.
A kiln has at least several hundred tons of lime, so don't choose it well. Master Baisha was on the road all night, crossing the northern mountain of Jinhua, trying to cross the Jinhua River step by step. Bang, the iron pole broke, and a load of lime fell from the mountain, leaving only a little in the iron basket. Master Bai Sha thought, "Less is less. If it is not enough, go to Beishan to pick it. " During this time, Beishan produces lime, and Nanshan people want to go to Beishan to buy lime.
Shave your head into four gongs.
Rob Zhang Shang village has A Jin Sigong. He can step on gold and silver. He has never met with any difficulties. People say that he is "half a fairy".
One day, Jin Sigong went to the barber shop to have his hair shaved. Seeing that his clothes were worn out, the barber never expected that he had brass cymbals on him, so he raised his razor and shaved a few times. Into the fourth palace, touching the scalp, walked to the door of the store. When he kicked a big stone slab, two big ingots appeared under the slab, took out one, smoothed the slab as usual, and gave the ingots to the barber to work. The barber can see clearly. He thought, "There is an ingot under the slate, so it is mine." Before dark, the barber quickly opened the slate and saw that the ingot was gone. Dig with a hoe again, where there is still a shadow!
The second time I entered Sigong, I shaved my head again. I don't want to say the barber's flattery. I just need one foot to cross the threshold. The barber respectfully invited Jin Si to the barber's bench and changed the shampoo three or four times. The beard and face look brand-new, and it took two hours to dig ears, knock back, pinch tendons and spend flowers. The barber thought, "There must be two gold ingots this time ..." Who knows, Jin Sigong only handed him two coppers, making the barber's hands and feet cold: "Jin Sigong, is that all?" "Hey, what I gave you today is the first time, and what I gave you for the first time is this time!"
Palmprint of Baishaxi and Hengshan Mountain
To the south of Langya Mountain, there is a mountain called Hengshan Mountain. On the stone wall of the mountain, five finger prints are clearly printed. Legend has it that a long time ago, there was a village where people lived and worked in peace and prosperity. But one year, it rained for 49 days in a row, and flash floods broke out, flooding crops and houses. ...
People hid on a dam that washed away a gap and prayed to God. At this time, the flash flood rushed to the river dam with a black stone under its arm, and the lives of the people were very dangerous! Suddenly, a young man named Bai Sha stepped forward, roared fiercely and reached out to hold the flying boulder.
The big stone resisted, and the people strengthened the river bank together, but the white sand was crushed to death by the big stone! The flood diverted from both sides of the boulder and later turned into a sweet spring water, which merged into a stream. The boulder stood there and became a hill with clear palm prints on it.
In order to commemorate the merits of Baisha in his later years, people named this stream Baishaxi and built Baishatang nearby.
The red broom got up early in the morning.
"Red brooms get up at five o'clock in the morning" is a folk proverb, which is popular in Tangxi and Luobu. Legend has it that in the early years, there was a man named "Red Broom" who was always lazy. The wheat in other people's fields is quite big, and he hasn't planted it yet. His wife urged him day and night. He said, "What's so hard about growing wheat? You can get it at five o'clock in the morning. What's the hurry? "
The next day, he really got up the fifth watch, poured an altar of wheat and went out. Before dawn, he went home from work. His wife happily said that he was a "lazy man" and specially cooked two eggs for him to eat with porridge. After four or five days, I went to the field to see if the wheat had grown. Two days later, I still didn't come out.
Ten days later, there were no wheat seedlings. Red broom told his wife about it. My wife was surprised and went to the field to have a look. Dig up the soil and see, ah, it turns out that Mipang (fried rice) was planted in the field as wheat seed. She took some rice cream home and said angrily to her husband, "You lazy bone, open your eyes and see what you are planting!" " Since then, the phrase "red heart broom starts at five o'clock in the morning" has spread among the people. Describe doing that kind of thankless person and thing.