The history of Jiangbei City can be traced back to the Neolithic Age 20,000 to 30,000 years ago. The Ba people lived and multiplied on the north bank of Jiangbei. In the 11th century BC, it was the territory of the Ba Kingdom. After the Qin Dynasty destroyed the Ba Kingdom, "Yi City"

"Jiangzhou" built Jiangzhou Prefecture, which was the beginning of Chongqing's city building. The original Jiangzhou City was located near Jiangbei City, covering an area of ​​about one square kilometer. According to "Huayang Guozhi? Bazhi" records: In the 23rd year of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Jiangbei City was built

It was the seat of Jiangzhou County under the jurisdiction of Ba County at that time, and Beifucheng was built. It was once the seat of Ba County. In 1913, Jiangbei Town was established in Ba County, Chongqing during the Ming Dynasty, and was officially renamed Jiangbeicheng. In the 19th year of Qianlong's reign in the Qing Dynasty, that is, in 1754 AD

In 1999, Jiangbei Town was under the direct jurisdiction of Chongqing Prefecture, and the Tongzhi Yamen of Chongqing Prefecture moved to Yiyangguan in Jiangbei City. From then on, Jiangbei Hall was built as the residence of Jiangbei Hall. During the Republic of China, Jiangbei Hall was changed to Jiangbei County, following the old system of the late Qing Dynasty.

Jiangbei City has: Shangshiliang, Baogai, Yiyang, and Jinshasixiang. In 1921, it was included in the scope of Chongqing City.

Along the way, I was introducing the history of this area to Hu Zongren. Since I am a local, I always look a little elated when introducing it to Hu Zongren. I am a person with a very strong nostalgia, and the outside world is no longer

No matter how blooming the flowers are, even when I need companionship and feel lonely, I am still attached to this land. This is why after I started my apprenticeship, I did not choose to stay with my master or establish a reputation in Yunnan, but chose to return to Yunnan.

The reason for this homeland. Someone once made a statistic, doesn’t it mean that as big as the heart is, the stage is as big as it is? But even if many people live for a long time, their stage is still the small place where they were born and raised.

No matter how barren or backward the place is, there is only one word that can sum it up, and that is home. No matter how far you go, the meaning of travel is to make people understand that home is so warm.

Due to road restrictions, if I want to take a detour to Jiangbei City, I can only walk along the river to the bottom of the Huanghuayuan Bridge, and then towards the Central Park to get there. There is a long way behind.

According to the address Hu Zongren got, it is not easy for vehicles to enter. It is not that it is impossible to enter, but because I really don’t want to meet other cars on the road, so I was stuck in traffic jam for a long time. So we decided to park the car

Near the current Jiangbei City Science and Technology Museum, and then follow the newly built antique city wall to the area of ​​the former old city. After walking for about half an hour, you can find the only remaining remnant of Jiangbei City that has not been developed or occupied.

's old city.

This is actually something Hu Zongren and I had not expected in advance. For many people who do not have the memory of our post-80s or even post-70s period, their impression of Jiangbei City is nothing more than the huge Central Park, with grass and

There are sweet-scented osmanthus trees, countless dog shit in the grass, and there is a church next to it, but I have never seen it open its door. So since this place was built, it has become a place for countless arty men and women to take wedding photos and artistic photos.

There is a science and technology museum nearby, which displays exhibitions that are incomprehensible to my cultural level from time to time. There is also a large theater that is so big that it seems unreasonable. To this day, there have been performances by countless theater groups.

But I never went to see any of them. Generally speaking, Jiangbeicheng has changed, at least in the eyes of most modern people. So after Hu Zongren and I parked the car, we didn’t face the crowd at all.

Walking around, there are all people who come here in twos and threes to have fun on the weekends. I really don’t understand what these people think. On weekdays, they work and study in the crowds, and on weekends, they still sneak into the crowds.

I walked along the ancient city wall and along the riverside path. In front of me was the intersection of the Yangtze River and the Jialing River. Two waters of completely different colors mixed together, just like a giant Tai Chi. On this wide and huge river

The sky is churning, as if no one can obey anyone, and no one can conquer anyone. I think this is one of the reasons why Chongqing has become a city of crouching tiger, hidden dragon and metaphysics. Even in such a completely unruly natural law, there are still no rules to follow.

Mysteries can be revealed by many experts from various factions.

The road is very narrow, and the stone slabs originally used to pave the road have broken in many places, making it difficult to walk. After walking along the road for a short time, you can reach the riverside. Follow a slope up

Walking along the small road, you will soon see a city gate with a stone tablet erected on it. Different from the previous antique city gates, the stone city gate here is covered with moss, and the city walls are covered with

The small holes where the ropes were tied, and the knife marks left by ancient wars. In addition to the sound of the surging river behind my ears, the previous hustle and bustle in the Science and Technology Museum area has long disappeared. I finally don’t have to deliberately raise the decibel level when talking to Hu Zongren.

Even if you speak softly, we can hear you clearly.

After entering the city gate, there is a winding upward stone staircase. This staircase is very similar to the shape of the old road of Shibati. It also has the most obvious style of a small town in eastern Sichuan. I have never been here before. Jiangbei City used to have

When we were there, we often went to the busiest places. At that time, there were occasional Sichuan opera performances on the stage. This should be regarded as the eastern edge of Jiangbei City, because there are city gates and walls, which is the root area of ​​the city.

The address in Hu Zongren's hand only contained a house number. He didn't even include the name or phone number of the victim we were looking for this time. On the way we met some middle-aged people wearing colorful jackets and carrying cameras.

, they are probably also people who are tired of the hustle and bustle and come to find a tranquility in this busy city. I once heard of a method of using musical instruments to distinguish cities. For example, Chengdu, maybe using musical instruments to express it is a kind of deep bamboo forest.

There are birds chirping in the flowing water, but there is a melodious guqin feeling, which is leisurely and comfortable. In Beijing, it may be the traditional Beijing gong, where the sound of playing candied haws is accompanied by the sound of selling candied haws. In Guangzhou, it may be beating gongs and drums, and dragon dancing.

The southern style picture of lion dance, but in Chongqing, it is the kind of feeling with loud flute sound, accompanied by Sichuan River chants. At this moment, there is nothing in the root of Jiangbei City. It is a black and white painting.

The person inside moved slightly, but you still couldn't notice it.

Situ had previously reminded us on the phone that we should be careful about someone following us, and this case was originally brought to us by the other party, so the other party must know where this place is. While I was pretending to want to find a place to buy cigarettes nearby, I looked around

Looking around, there are many houses but few people, so these few people can be seen with just a glance. At this moment, except for the old people sitting in front of their houses with their legs crossed and smoking cigarettes, there are only a few people like me who are here.

Photography enthusiasts who have come here, the only very lively place on the street is a small restaurant eating bean curd rice. Next to it is a teahouse. The teahouse is full of old men and women playing mahjong. Maybe the word teahouse is used in Chongqing.

It has different meanings. In other places, it usually refers to a place for drinking tea and chatting. In our case, it has been a place for playing cards since ancient times.

After looking at the time, it was already dinner time, so I suggested to Hu Zongren that we should eat something before going. There is bean curd rice here. Hu Zongren likes to eat bean curd rice, and he can find delicious bean curd rice in Chongqing.

I almost always took him to eat, so he readily agreed and generously proposed that he would treat the meal, as if eating bean curd rice would cost a huge sum of money. After sitting down, he sat down in the store's dining area.

In the midst of the commotion, we mixed green peppers with sesame oil, drank big gulps of water, and ate steamed rice. In fact, there was only one bean curd as a dish, but it was very delicious.

After eating, I looked at the time. At about this time, others were still preparing for lunch, and no one was sleeping. So I followed the house number and walked on a smaller road on one side of this small road, twisting and turning.

After many times, I finally found the house number. But the door was closed and even the curtains in the room were closed, making me wonder if there was no one there.

Hu Zongren asked me, why don’t we knock on the door? I looked around, and there was almost no one else except me and Hu Zongren. The others I mentioned were people who didn’t live here. Of course, here

Diagonally across from the family, there is an elder sister who is looking at us with curious eyes, and then washing clothes in the laundry chute. Almost every household here is like this. The entrance is either to an outdoor stove or to wash clothes.

The pool. I looked at the house we were looking for, and what surprised me was that the slope in their laundry chute turned out to be a stone tablet full of words. But I quickly felt relieved, because from those words

Judging from the distribution of the tombstones, they are not other people’s tombstones. Otherwise, I don’t think it’s surprising that this family would encounter ghosts.

So I started knocking on the door. After knocking several times, I saw the lights in the house turn on through the framed windows on the door. The houses here are relatively short and built very densely, so the lighting is not very good.

, if you don’t open the doors and windows, you definitely need to turn on the lights in the room. After the lights came on, I heard a woman’s voice asking, who is it? I didn’t know how to make up my identity, so in a panic,

Just say, it's me.

Fortunately, the woman still opened the door. After opening the wooden door on the inside, through a mesh door with iron railings, a woman who looked about thirty or forty years old looked at me in confusion. Her door only opened.

Halfway through, she must have dared not open the door because she saw that Hu Zongren and I didn't know each other. She asked us, who are you? Who are you looking for? There was some caution in her tone. I turned around and looked at Hu Zongren and said to this woman.

, Sister, this is a long story. You don’t know us, and we don’t know you, but we were entrusted by others and came to you specially.

The woman pretended to close the door, and then said, "I don't know you, maybe you have found the wrong person." Just as the door was about to close, Hu Zongren said loudly, "We know what happened at your home, and we are here to help you solve it."

With a bang, the door still closed, and Hu Zongren shouted again, completely free!
Chapter completed!