The white gauze covers the river with autumn dew,

Grey geese scatters the drainage and drainage.

I am lucky to eat potatoes in the farm,

All of them are kind to the memorial of King Yu of Shenzhou.

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The longan tree is a masterless one. It must have been unknown when it was carried by a bird to land on the ground. After a few years, it grew bigger and taller, and grew taller, and grew to what it is now.

The things that nature gave to people and things through the way cannot be monopolized. Bai Lu took a few pieces from Meng Jiuzhou and took Jiuzhou away.

A day passed in a flash, and time passed quickly...

Through the clouds, a distant mountain flapping its wings can be seen vaguely showing the distant mountains. This group of gray geese comes from the north to the south at this time of year and never misses it.

When the gray geese passes the water surface, they will stop at the bank of the river. The wind brought by their wings shakes the river water and discharges one after another of water ripples.

There was a kind of mist like a flowing cloud in the air above the river, which seemed to be the morning dew that had nowhere to be attached.

As the gray geese flapped their wings, the mist gently passed by, like white gauze, as if they were about to wrap the gray geese, or perhaps they were just whispering to the geese and asking about the beautiful scenery of the north.

After chasing the geese, he walked to the nearby farmhouse. At this time, the farmhouse had just collected the sweet potatoes and was roasting them to eat. When he saw Jiuzhou and Bailu, he invited each person and one immortal to taste the sweet potatoes produced by the farmhouse.

"Girl, these sweet potatoes are the same as the roasted sweet potatoes you bought outside. They are a little smaller and freshly roasted." The farmer's hostess saw Kyushu observing them in curiously roasting sweet potatoes on the bonfire, and said.

"Take a few to try, it tastes very good. Now the weather is a bit wet and cold, so it's comfortable to eat while it's hot."

Jiuzhou was embarrassed to ask for it, so he refused it back and forth several times. In the end, Bai Lu gave the money. The farmer's hostess accepted it with great embarrassment, and Jiuzhou took the sweet potato.

After eating sweet potatoes, Jiuzhou felt that it was much better than the sweet potatoes on the roasted sweet potato stall on the roadside. The sweetness was more fragrant. Maybe this is because the sweet potatoes were just dug out of the morning dew?

"Little girl, you are also having fun with your sister, right?" The farmer's hostess was full of pride when she saw Jiuzhou liked her sweet potatoes. "Why would you like to go to our village with me to see the activities of worshiping King Yu?"

"The King of Yu is the Dayu who controls the water. This sacrifice to King of Yu is organized by the fishermen in the fishing village near Taihu Lake every year."

Of course, Jiuzhou knew who Dayu was. It was rumored that Dayu controlled the flood and divided the world into Jiuzhou, namely: Jizhou, Qingzhou, Xuzhou, Yanzhou, Yangzhou, Liangzhou, Yuzhou, Yongzhou, and Jingzhou.

Meng Jiuzhou's name is why Jiuzhou's mother chose it because of this. She hopes that Jiuzhou can have a broad mind, protect the people of Yanhuang like Jiuzhou's father, water the flowers of Yanhuang like himself, and make selfless contributions for the people of Yanhuang.

Jiuzhou recalled the passion that his mother had in her words when she told her name from, and she couldn't help but feel a little stunned.

The farmer's hostess thought it was a child who didn't know who "Dayu" was, so she continued to explain, "Dayu passed by his house three times and refused to enter. Even if his father Gun was exiled because of the unfavorable flood control, and even died, Dayu still didn't care, just to clear the flood."

"In this way, the land that came later was fertile and people were protected from the influence of floods."

"Dayu is selfless, and it is also a rare wisdom to control water without blocking or diluting it."

Speaking of Dayu's deeds, the mistress of the farmer who admired God Yu was well-known.

Jiuzhou nodded. His mother told her these stories. Unexpectedly, the cultural context of China and the Yanhuang land was so similar. It was indeed "inherited" as the paintings on the murals.

As the farmer's hostess went to see the sacrifice to King Yu, there were actually not many different worship procedures, but the objects of worship were different, all of which contained people's gratitude and worship.

Looking at the statue of King Yu, Jiuzhou remembered the heroes of flood fighting - they were the "Yu Gods" of this era! Dayu Shangnai directed the water drainage, but they built a large embankment with their bodies to protect the downstream villages...
Chapter completed!