The origin of Jiuxian Bridge

Open the bus route map of Beijing, and you will find a suburban route in the northeast corner, which is the "Dongjiu Line". The Dongjiu Line is eighteen miles long, starting from Dongzhimen and ending at Jiuxian Bridge. This Jiuxianqiao used to be a remote village. If it weren't for the folklore of Jiuxian Bridge, I'm afraid people don't even know its name. Now, Jiuxian Bridge has built many buildings, opened up bus lines and established large shopping malls. Many people don't know the story of Jiuxianqiao, so write it down quickly.

I don't know how many years ago, someone opened a river here With a river, there should be a bridge to facilitate people on both sides of the river. I don't know when the bridge was built. On the day when the bridge was completed, no one dared to cross the bridge first, because everyone was afraid of his own "blessing" and his "luck" in crossing the bridge. Everyone is watching from both sides, waiting for the first person to cross the bridge. Wait and wait, until the sun goes down, an old man pushing a unicycle (called a car in Beijing) comes from a distance, with a gray beard, pushing the car, with four baskets of wine on both sides and two baskets on one side. Look at this old man, everyone just pushes the car onto the bridge. When he got to the bridge, he quickly pushed the car onto it without hesitation. Everyone said, "This old man is not weak! Four baskets of wine are at least 400 Jin! The old man is blessed! " While everyone is talking here, look at that unicycle, which has been pushed to the top of the bridge, and can't help but shout, "What great strength!" Before I finished, I saw the car tilt to the right and two baskets of wine boom, boom! Twice, I crossed the bridge wing and fell into the river. Everyone shouted, "Oh dear! Hurry up! " Unexpectedly, the old man with white beard didn't even look, so he quickly pushed the car over the bridge and soon he couldn't see the old man. Everyone thought: two baskets of wine fell into the river without even looking. How strange! A careful person said: "The cart weighing more than 200 kilograms on one side was empty, and a basket was not moved, but it was quickly pushed away. Maybe a fairy? " Everyone is thinking word by word, and suddenly a smell of wine flies out of the river, and everyone says, "Good wine!" " "Someone said," Shall we call this bridge Jiuxian Bridge? ""good! " "good! "Since we started here, there has been this Jiuxian Bridge.

After the completion of Jiuxian Bridge, villagers and residents nearby always smell the wine. If there are drinkers, they will take a rice bowl from home and scoop some river water to taste. Hey! It really smells like wine, but it's a little weak. It was said that the riverside became a hotel, and no one came to have a free drink. One to two, one day, an old man with a black beard came, carrying a basket of wine and furniture, and set up a shed by the river to sell wine. In front of the shed, there is a sign "Really clean and old shochu". Since then, the water in the river is getting weaker every day, and the business of the old man with black beard is booming every day. There is a careful person. He always wondered if this was an old man with a black beard. He is afraid to notice anything. As soon as he noticed, he could see that something was wrong: this old man with black beard sold wine at dawn and closed at night. How many days can he sell this basket of wine? How come I haven't seen him selling wine these days? The careful man told his thoughts to the villagers, and all the villagers paid attention. It doesn't matter whether they pay attention. After three days, they found out the fault of the old man with black beard: a young man in the village walked by the river at night until dawn and saw nothing. However, the next day, the old man with black beard closed his stall about the high sun and said that he was ill. This young man is more suspicious. The next night, the young man had already finished his meal and went to the sorghum field to wait for the old man with black beard-right next to the wine shed. After more than three days, there was no sound outside. The old man with black beard came out, stood on the river slope and said to himself, "Good moon, the rabbit in Guanghan Palace has to say a good word after drinking my old shochu!" The young man in the sorghum field knows that this is the voice of the old man with black beard. Is there anyone around? He is still lying quietly in the sorghum field. After a while, the old man with black beard went into the shed, and after a while, he came out again. I only saw him carrying a wine basket and ladle, walking to the river, looking around, scooping up half of the river one by one and turning into the shed. The young man, seeing the ghost play with his own eyes, sneaked back to his home, preparing for tomorrow, checking the plan with the villagers, and how to settle accounts with the old man with black beard!

The next day (this is the third day), just as the sun was turning south, a group of villagers from Jiuxianqiao followed the young man to the old man's wine shed with black beard. When I arrived at the wine shed, I saw not only the old man with black beard, but also the old man with white beard who pushed the car across the bridge and dropped the wine basket. In addition, there is an old man with a white beard more than two feet long. They are tearing down the shed and arranging the furniture. Everyone was shocked to see it. It was the young man who spoke to the old man with white beard first: "Aren't you Brewmaster?" Aren't you a fairy? Why are you here? "The old man with a gray beard smiled and said nothing. The old man with white beard laughed and pointed to the old man with white beard and said, "This man who poured wine into the water is my son." He pointed to the old man with black beard and said, "The man who poured water into the wine is my grandson. There are no gods! " Just when everyone was speechless, the old man with white beard came down with his son and grandson carrying wine baskets and furniture. From here on, the river of Jiuxianqiao has no smell of wine. Since then, the wine sellers in Jiuxianqiao area are afraid to pour water into the wine, let alone pour wine into the water. It is said that they are afraid to be the sons and grandchildren of the old man with white beard.