There is such a small mountain village in Moldova, a small European country, inhabited by more than 800 people, and if you ignore the appearance of the indigenous people, it is no different from a Chinese village.
The villagers, with their white faces, speak authentic Chinese, and live in the same way as Chinese, the village is known as the "Chinese Village".
Why is there such a village in such a distant Europe?This also started with a Chinese named Zhang Qingshan more than 100 years ago.
When he was a child, Zhang Qingshan had a short period of happiness, when his parents were still alive, and the family planted a few acres of land, and his self-sufficiency was quite rich.
Helplessly, by the end of the Qing Dynasty, the country was already at the end of the strong crossbow, with the Qing Dynasty being weak and incompetent, corrupt, and strong enemies invading and looting outside, constantly demanding land reparations.
The people were forced to be displaced, and everyone was carried forward by the torrent of the times, struggling in the smoke of war, Zhang Qingshan's family was no exception.
Zhang Qingshan's family could not afford the heavier and heavier taxes because they could still have a surplus income, but later the family could not even guarantee food and clothing.
One night when he was ten years old, lying on the cold bed at home, he was so hungry that he couldn't sleep, he suddenly heard his mother crying, followed by a commotion, Zhang Qingshan hurriedly got off the bed and ran to his parents' room, only to find that his father had stopped breathing.
Zhang Qingshan, who was still young, looked at his mother who was crying on his father, his nose was sore, and he couldn't help crying loudly.
He knew that his father had been working all year round, and his body had long been sick, and his hair had turned gray because he had been unable to pay taxes in recent years.
The burden of the family's life was all on this thin man, and he had to work day and night with hunger, which burned his body.
People died and were buried, poor Zhang Qingshan's family had long been hollowed out, and he couldn't even take out the coffin, and his relatives and friends walked and scattered to avoid the war, and they were too busy to take care of themselves, let alone take a hand to help.
My mother had no choice but to sell a few acres of thin land at home and replace it with a simple coffin, so that my father could be buried hastily.
My father died early, orphans and widows, how to make ends meet during the cannibalistic war years?In desperation, Zhang Qingshan went to the street every day to beg, and his mother went to work for a large family in exchange for a meager salary, barely able to make ends meet.
Zhang Qingshan prays every day that he will grow up soon, so that he can do some hard work and take on the burden of supporting his family.
It's a pity that before he grew up, his mother fell ill due to overwork, the family was poor, and there was no money for treatment"You have to live no matter what. ”
Feeling his mother's hands getting cold, he cried bitterly. Zhang Qingshan, who has become an orphan completely, has nowhere to go, so he can only continue to beg and live a life with no last meal.
There were many people like him in the dark years, who left their homes and ran in all directions, and more and more people wandered the streets.
Zhang Qingshan, who had thin arms and thin legs, couldn't beat those homeless people who were stronger than him, and there were fewer and fewer opportunities to fill his stomach, so he had to squat at the door of the rich household, waiting for the people inside to come out and pour out the leftovers, and pick them up again when they walked away, chatting to satisfy his hunger.
Once, Zhang Qingshan went to rummage through leftovers as usual, and two tall, deep-eyed foreigners passed by him.
He could tell from the broken Chinese words of the two that they were in trouble to get lost, and Zhang Qingshan mustered up the courage to come forward in order to survive, saying that he could lead the way for them, and only hoped that they would give them a full meal.
These two people are from **, they are not familiar with the place, and they don't know how to get out of the city, Zhang Qingshan took them outside the city, thinking that they could have a full meal today, but who knew that he suddenly had a pain in his neck, he was suddenly knocked unconscious, his eyes were dark, and he fell into a coma.
At that time, China was in a semi-colonial and semi-feudal society, the order was chaotic, human life was like mustard, the people were like ants, human trafficking was quietly rising in the devastated land of China, especially in the coastal areas, and many people were trafficked abroad as cheap labor.
Zhang Qingshan would never have thought that the two ** people he led the way turned out to be the subordinates of human traffickersA young man like him is the main target of traffickers.
When he woke up to the noise of people, Zhang Qingshan found himself sleeping on a train filled with children just like him. "Trafficked?The thought slowly crossed his mind.
The fear of the unknown tightly wrapped him, some of the people in the carriage were blind, some were crying quietly, he was afraid to find the two ** people, begging them to let him go, but in exchange for a beating.
Zhang Qingshan no longer dared to go to them, and spent several days in fear and worry, when the train finally stopped, he looked at the vast fields and unfamiliar houses and buildings in front of him, and finally realized that he was afraid that it would be difficult for him to return to his hometown.
He is an orphan, he can live day by day, and no one will collect the body when he dies under the iron hooves of the invaders in the war-torn motherland.
In the early years, after living a poor life, Zhang Qingshan honed his tenacious and easy-to-go character, and he was no longer depressed every day when he was in a foreign country, and he made up his mind to live well.
Zhang Qingshan and his companions were pulled by a horse-drawn cart to the countryside of Moldova, where they were sold to local landlords.
The owner is very bad to these children, often beating and scolding, making them do hard farm work, and not letting them have enough to eat, many people can't stand the harsh treatment and choose to run away, and no one dares to run away after being chased back and beaten up.
Until one day, Zhang Qingshan suddenly found that there were fewer and fewer companions around him, and after some inquiry, he learned that they were all sold as commodities to local farmers.
It didn't take long for him to be picked out, and Zhang Qingshan was bought as a housekeeper of a wealthy family, she was a serious woman, and placed Zhang Qingshan in a small room in the stairwell, although the room was full of miscellaneous items, but it looked warm and tidy.
Zhang Qingshan is a hard-working and capable boy who does not complain in the face of an unfamiliar environment, but tries his best to adapt. He also learned the basic Moldovan language and could communicate with the locals in a simple way.
Zhang Qingshan's current employer will pay him a little salary, compared with the previous life of not having enough food and clothing, begging everywhere, the current life is something he can't imagine. Knowing that it would be difficult for him to return to his hometown, he simply settled down and put down roots here.
The moon is the hometown of Ming", Zhang Qingshan after a day of hard work, lying on his small bed and looking at the bright moon outside the window, inevitably remembered the scene when he lived with his parents when he was a child.
His parents are hardworking and simple, and often teach him not to forget his roots, to know how to drink water and think of the source, to return to the roots, but also to know how to be tenacious and unyielding, not to bow to life, the more difficult he encounters, the more stubborn he must grow.
When Zhang Qingshan is alone, he always likes to secretly talk to himself in Chinese, so as not to stay abroad for a long time and forget how to say Chinese.
When he was a child, he studied in a private school for a few days, knew a few words, and in his spare time, he went over and over again to practice writing those words, and every stroke was his only connection with the motherland.
After a few years of peace, Zhang Qingshan grew into a man who can take charge of himself. One day he was working in the fields, singing a hometown tune, and a girl passed by him with a basket full of bread and jam, and she heard him singing a song and thought it was very funny, so she stopped to talk to him.
The beautiful girl in front of her has long blond hair, a pair of blue eyes, a wheat-colored ** glowing with a healthy red light, and a few freckles on it, looking lively and beautiful.
After all, Zhang Qingshan is a young boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, and he is a little shy in the face of such a beautiful and cheerful girl, and his Moldovan language is not as fluent as usual.
The girl asked him what song he was singing, and Zhang Qingshan told her that it was a song from his hometown. The girl looked at him with smart eyes and asked curiously, "Are you from **?"
Zhang Qingshan fell silent, a long-lost sourness welled up in his heart, no matter how long he lived here, no matter how many words of Moldovans he spoke, every time in the dead of night, he would always think of his motherland, his hometown, and day after day he dreamed of returning to his hometown.
"I, come, from, China, country. He answered the girl's question word by word in Moldovan, and then repeated it several times in Chinese as if talking to himself.
Zhang Qingshan's appearance of black eyes and yellow ** and the melancholy temperament that lingered on his body deeply attracted this teenage girl. In the days that followed, she often went to the place where Zhang Qingshan was doing farm work, talked to him, and shared their lives.
Zhang Qingshan told the girl about the story of his hometown and his childhood experience, and he felt happy and satisfied when he recalled them.
The girl was very interested in China, pestering him to ask questions, Zhang Qingshan took the trouble to describe the magnificent mountains and rivers and unique customs of his hometown over and over again.
He taught the girl to speak Chinese, and the girl learned very seriously, and it didn't take long for her to have a simple conversation with Zhang Qingshan in Chinese.
He hadn't spoken to people in Chinese for a long time, and by teaching girls, Zhang Qingshan realized that even if it was difficult for him to return to his homeland, he could pass on traditional Chinese culture and customs to foreign countries through his own efforts, and he could not influence others, at least his own family and future generations.
Through a period of getting along, Zhang Qingshan unconsciously fell in love with a kind, simple, gentle and considerate girlShe can understand her attachment to her hometown, care for him like a mother, and make him feel warm in a foreign country thousands of miles away from his hometown.
His education in China taught Zhang Qingshan that as a man, he had to take responsibility and take on the responsibilities of his family. He worked harder, saved every penny, and finally saved enough money for his life in the sixth year of his arrival in Moldova.
Zhang Qingshan, who had regained his free body, came to the girl excitedly, told her his affection, and hoped that she would marry him.
After listening to his sincere confession, the girl was moved and quickly agreed. Only then did Zhang Qingshan know that the girl had always admired his hard-working and pragmatic qualities, and she had long had a secret affection for him.
A few years later, Zhang Qingshan, who had saved a sum of money after hard work, married his beloved girl, and had several cute mixed-race babies after marriage.
Every time he came home, Zhang Qingshan could see his gentle and considerate wife with an obedient and sensible child standing at the door waiting for him, and his weathered heart seemed to be back in a warm harbor, and he finally found a sense of belonging in a foreign country.
Zhang Qingshan lived with his wife and children in a small mountain village, which was later known as the "Chinese Village". It also has a name - "Bluestone Village".
After several generations of continuation,Zhang Qingshan's descendants can no longer see the characteristics of Chinese in appearance, but their living habits and cultural customs are no different from those of real Chinese.
Living in Moldova for many years, Zhang Qingshan has never forgotten that he is a Chinese, has not forgotten to inherit Chinese culture, he teaches children to speak Chinese, teaches children to eat without sleeping, and instills in them the traditional Chinese concept of respecting the old and loving the young, and drinking water to know the source.
Traditional Chinese festivals have not fallen in this small mountain village: during the New Year, the family puts up lights and sticks couplets to eat Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, which is not lively;During the Qingming Festival, Zhang Qingshan would light incense lanterns to worship his ancestors and burn some paper money for his parents who had passed away for many yearsDuring the Mid-Autumn Festival, the family gathers around the table to eat mooncakes and admire the moon, ignoring the color of their skin, and they look no different from ordinary Chinese families.
Zhang Qingshan's behavior deeply affected his children, who have the high nose bridge and deep facial features of Europeans, but they are more like native-born Chinese.
The Chinese have a tradition of spreading branches and passing on the family lineage, and Zhang Qingshan was influenced by this kind of thinking, and he was in a different place and did not forget to continue the incense.
He and his wife had seven children, son after grandson, grandson after grandson, and the family grew bigger and bigger. He wrote the names of his descendants on his family tree, hoping that his lineage would be passed on forever.
Zhang Qingshan's greatest wish in his life was to return to his hometown, but unfortunately at that time, China was full of wars, inconvenient transportation, and information flow, so he has not been able to realize his wish.
In 1968, at the age of 80, Zhang Qingshan passed away peacefully, leaving his homeland at the age of 12, and 68 years have passed. In the past 68 years, he has never forgotten that he is a Chinese, and China's cultural genes are deeply rooted in his bones.
He showed the Moldovans the spirit of Chinese diligence, progress, pragmatism and hard work, and spread traditional Chinese culture and customs.
What's more, his descendants continue to multiply and multiply, and his ideas influence future generations. The family of nearly 800 people lives in a small mountain village in Moldova, affectionately known as the "Chinese Village".
Zhang Qingshan's persistence made a "Chinese village" appear in Moldova, which is thousands of miles away from the land of China.
Chinese cultural genes are like spring grass, "wildfires are inexhaustible, spring breezes blow and grow", every Chinese as long as they have the motherland in their hearts, they are the messengers of the spread of Chinese civilization and the carrier of the bloodline inheritance of the descendants of Yan and Huang.
Zhang Qingshan's experience tells people that the Chinese nation is a nation with vigorous vitality, and the sons and daughters of the Chinese nation are "strong despite thousands of blows, regardless of the east, west, north and south, no matter what kind of environment they are in."
He lost his parents at a young age, became an orphan, was unfortunately abducted and trafficked when he was a teenager, and lived a happy life in a foreign country with unremitting efforts and hard work.
Chinese can go as far as the small European country of Moldova, to North America, South America or Africa, ......
But the hometown is stuck in the soil and will not move, it is a kite string tied to the Chinese, and the Chinese are eager to return to their hometown no matter how high and far they fly.
Every Chinese, no matter where they are, the place where their hearts return is their hometown.