Moshikou was called "Moshikou" in ancient times. In 1923, Wanping County Magistrate Tang Xiaoqiu changed it to "Moshikou", but people still pronounce it as "Moshikou". Moshikou specializes in producing stones for sharpening knives. The locals attach great importance to the grindstones that can solve their life problems, and the story was passed down from here. An old man living in Moshikou said that Moshikou was a hard place at first. When Beijing was still the bitter sea Youzhou, no one had lived in Moshikou, and it was so desolate. Later, three temples, Fahai Temple, Cheng'en Temple, and Cixiang Temple, were built on the Moshikou Mountain. There were monks in the temples, and Moshikou was considered to have people, but there were no residents. Since the three temples were built, I don’t know how many years have passed. Four households with the surnames Duan, Zhang, Yin, and Qiao have settled in Moshikou, and Moshikou has been considered to have people. These four families dig food in the soil and collect firewood in the mountains all day long. Their lives are so hard. Everyone was worried about what method they could use to make life better. After many years, a bird that could talk came from nowhere. It called when it was flying and when it landed on a tree. The sound it made was: "Dig the soil, dig the soil, dig the soil down." It didn't sound like a bird's call, it sounded just like a person talking, and every word was clear. People didn't know why the bird told them to dig the soil. Just when everyone was trying to figure out the bird's call, something new happened in Moshikou: Moshikou had always been uninhabited. It was hard to build three temples, and it was hard to move four families in. Where could people study? Where could there be a village school? However, a man carrying a bag came to Moshikou and visited village schools. People who visited village schools usually sold paper, pens, ink, and inkstones, but this man only sold one kind of ink. After arriving in Moshikou, the ink seller walked around the four villages all day long. Even though no one bought his ink, he still went from east to west, from south to north, shouting to sell his ink. He only shouted: "Whoever buys my ink, grind it and it will work." It was really strange, as soon as he shouted "Whoever buys my ink, grind it and it will work", the talking bird would start to call "Dig the soil, dig the soil, dig down the soil". If the ink seller didn't shout, the talking bird wouldn't call; if the ink seller shouted loudly, the talking bird would call loudly; if the ink seller shouted slowly, the talking bird would call slowly, which was very strange. At first, the four families in the village thought it was interesting. In order to listen to the bird's calls, the children surrounded the ink seller and asked him to shout. Didn't the talking bird call when he shouted? Later, people got tired of hearing him shouting and birds calling every day. Whenever the ink seller came, everyone would shout at him: "Go away, go away. There is no one writing here, so we don't need ink!" The ink seller was not anxious or annoyed. He always smiled and said: "It works well! Buy my ink, it works well!" As time went by, a smart person appeared in the four families of Duan, Zhang, Yin, and Qiao, and began to think about this matter. One day, a kitchen knife in one of the four families became blunt. It didn't sharpen on the bluestone, and it didn't produce pulp. It also didn't sharpen on the tiger skin stone, and it didn't produce pulp. What should I do? Suddenly, a child ran in with a stone, shouting: "Mom, don't worry, the ink seller gave me a stone, saying that it works well to sharpen knives!" The child's mother took the stone, sharpened the knife and scissors, added some water, and produced pulp. After a while, the knife became sharp and the scissors flew. The mother asked the child happily: "Where did the ink seller get this stone? Ask him." The child said: "Don't ask, it's from the pit at the west end of our village. There are a lot of them if you dig it!" After the people in Moshikou knew about mining whetstones, the ink seller and the talking bird disappeared. The four families of Duan, Zhang, Yin, and Qiao lived a better life; the number of residents in Moshikou increased, and it gradually became a big village. Now, Moshikou has been renamed Moshikou, but whetstones are still produced. Everyone only saw the hydroelectric power station and gradually forgot the story. District Cultural Center Information source: District Guishui Women's Handicraft Development Promotion Association (No pictures yet, welcome to provide.) Information source: District Guishui Women's Handicraft Development Promotion Association (No pictures yet, welcome to provide.)