Every day, I have to pass by the very quiet Xinhua Road in Guiyang. Listening to the old man on the roadside recalling the past of Xinhua Road.
Xinhua Road was once a forest of ocad woods, and there was no road to go. After Guiyang was established, a small street began to exist in the middle of the Ming Dynasty, which was also very desolate.
To the first chairman of Guizhou Province, this was especially the Central Army entered Guizhou in 1935, which expanded it.
It is interesting that this road once had several names because it leads to Nanming Bridge, which was once called Nanming Road. It is also called Shinan Road in the south of Guiyang. This road used to have many circles of horses, also known as Mapeng Street. When the warlord Yang Sen became the provincial chairman, in order to please Chiang Kai-shek, he changed this road to Zhongzheng Road. It was finally changed to Xinhua Road when we arrived in New China.
Xinhua Road is the most memorable thing about Longjingkan in Xinhua Lane. The water in this big well is very sweet, and the surrounding households are carrying water here. The well is very deep. It is said that when carrying water, you have to hang a bucket with a rope to get water.
There are many people who eat water, and there is a market where there is demand. So there are always a few elderly people who make a living by carrying water and making money. The old people who carry water from morning to night are always wandering around the streets.
As time goes by, this Oijing Ji is now the Eighth Road Station under the Junyue Huting.
In fact, the Catholic Church on Xinhua Road - Zhenfu Hall, is also pious.
1866, the missionary Hu Fuli opened up various joints and allocated the Bala Temple to the Catholic Church, connecting it with the Young Church, and building it into the St. Steve Church and the Small Monastery. It was rebuilt into Zhenfu Hall in 1898, becoming one of the five major Catholic churches in Guiyang. Every Christmas Eve and Christmas, there are crowds of people coming here, the atmosphere is warm, but it is always solemn.
No matter what you believe, people always have to eat. At that time, Xinhua Road had many large and small rice shops, also known as rice market.
This rice market is very lively. Every day, as many as three or four hundred rice from Zhongcaosi, Huishui and other places are packed with horses. The best thing is the horse gang, a bunch of twelve loads, and the bells hanging around the neck of the horse, making a sound.
Horses carrying rice usually rest in houses on both sides of this road. Therefore, everyone called this street Mapeng Street.
Da well, church, rice market, horse gang, that man, horse, and well, the flowers of the past are all drifting away with the wind, leaving only one legend after another.
