One day in heaven, a thousand years in the world. In the blink of an eye, one hundred and fifty years have passed leisurely, and the Tang Empire has entered a bloody twilight, and the country is crumbling. Warlords are divided, the heroes are vying for hegemony, the beacons are in flames, wars are frequent, social turmoil is unstable, and the people are struggling to make a living......

The area around Mingzhou (now Ningbo, Zhejiang), far from the center of power in the north and located on the coast of the East China Sea, was able to avoid the flames of war and live in a corner of peace despite the turbulent situation.

In Fenghua County, to which Mingzhou belongs, there are three main rivers: the Yan River, the Dongjiang River and the Fenghua River. Among them, the Fenghua River passes through the city, so the common people of the city call it the county river. However, the residents of the county town neither called it Fenghua River nor County River, but proudly called it "Longjin".

The mountain is not high, and there is a fairy name; The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual. The water of Longjin is not deep, not to mention the spirit, but there is a dragon - legend has it that Ao Ya, the ninth son of the Dragon King of the East China Sea, was deeply favored by his father, and the old Dragon King was reluctant to let him stay away, so he sealed him in the Fenghua River. The Fenghua River only has a short main stream of more than 100 miles, so Ao Ya can ride the waves and return to the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea in the blink of an eye. There are dragons living in the river, so it is called Longjin, and it is a matter of course. However, there are pros and cons and disadvantages, after all, Longjin's origin is too short and the water flow is too shallow, so Longzi Aoya has to send a big flood every spring, so that he can go to sea by the flood peak to visit his old father.

"Peach blossom water in the Qingming Festival, where is the river bank not red" - this is the romantic spring water in the south of the Yangtze River; "The sunrise river flowers are red like fire, and the spring river is green like blue" - this is the bright spring water in the south of the Yangtze River. Maybe it's because of that legend that the spring flood of the county river is neither romantic nor bright, it is always flooding and turbidity waves rolling. This year's spring is no exception, before the Qingming Festival arrives, the river rises, floating firewood and grass, floating foam, whistling from the upstream to the direction of the county......

Three miles north of Fenghua County, on the west bank of the county river, there is a small village called Changting Village. There is a family in the village, and the male owner is named Zhang Chongtian, who is married to Dou. The Zhang family has been farming for generations, simple and kind, and the husband and wife are particularly hardworking and have a rich family background. However, the fly in the ointment is that Zhang Chongtian has been married for many years, but he has been empty on his knees and has not yet given birth to an heir.

In the early morning of this day, as soon as the east was shining, Zhang Chongtian came to work in the fields by the river. He was busy leveling the land when he suddenly heard the sound of water in the river and the roaring waves. He subconsciously raised his head and found that the rolling river was like a dragon with teeth and claws, roaring and rushing away, with an unstoppable momentum. Zhang Chongtian has lived by the county river for half his life, and is accustomed to seeing the turbidity waves of the spring flood. However, what made him feel strange was that in the low sound of the waves like a cow's roar and trembling like thunder, there seemed to be a wisp of fairy music coming from the depths of the universe and echoing between the waves......

So, Zhang Chongtian was even more surprised to see that in the turbid river water, there was actually a lotus flower floating that he had never seen before! It was huge, golden, and seemed to radiate a wonderful light; It is slim and elegant, with buds about to release, as if exuding a faint chime fragrance; The most unbelievable thing is that it, it, it...... It's not going downstream, it's going upstream! It was above the surging waves, in the torrent of thousands of miles, not only did not sink, it was not washed to the distant horizon, but slowly floated upstream, to Zhang Chongtian! And closer and closer, closer and closer, as if to float to his feet......

Zhang Chongtian didn't believe his eyes anymore, he closed them vigorously, and then opened them again. Sure enough, the nasturtium was gone. However, in the place where the nasturtium disappeared, he saw a bundle of firewood and grass again. When there is a flood, there are often some large trees, wood, pigs, sheep, horses and cattle floating in the water, so it is not surprising that there is a bundle of firewood and grass. Strangely, there was a boy with a stripe lying on the firewood!

The river is mighty, the turbid waves are rolling, the flood peaks are surging, the whirlpools are numerous, and the small bundles of firewood are helplessly drifting in the turbulent waves, and there is a danger of being swallowed by the waves and sinking to the bottom of the river at any time. However, the little boy facing the catastrophe did not know it, as if he was lying comfortably in the cradle and sleeping, intoxicated by sweet dreams......

The innocence of childlike innocence eclipses all the so-called blessings and misfortunes in front of him! You don't see a nursery rhyme: The little cat is very happy, singing songs up the hill, meeting a big tiger, pulling his beard and calling his brother......

Zhang Chongtian didn't think much about it, and hurriedly pulled the bundle of firewood to him with a long-handled pickaxe that raked the ground, and picked up the little boy. Incredibly, as soon as he picked up the child, the bundle of firewood and grass scattered and sank, and there was no trace of it, as if it had never existed. And the child in his arms was smiling at him, as if he had known that he would be fished out of the floodwater......

Zhang Chongtian saw that the boy was white and fat, with a round head and big ears, a dignified appearance, and a naturally rich and noble appearance, he was so happy that he didn't know what to do, and even forgot to take his head, and ran home with a cloud of smoke.

Far away from home, Zhang Chongtian couldn't help but shout excitedly:

"Old beggar, old beggar!"

- Zhang Chong is naturally witty, and he has never had children or daughters, so he always likes to joke with his wife and jokingly call her "old beggar"

Dou was making breakfast at home, when he suddenly heard his husband calling outside, and his voice was extremely cheerful, and he greeted him at the gate of the courtyard, and said with a smile: "Master, did you pick up gold on the road, or did you dig up silver from the ground?" Look at you! ”

Zhang Chongtian pushed open the courtyard door and said: "I didn't pick up gold or silver, but it is 10,000 times more precious than gold and silver!" Look, look, look, old beggar! ”

A boy who is even more cute than in the New Year's painting appeared in front of her eyes!