"On Friday, March 25, 2011, dreams turned to ashes and hearts began to wither."

A flash of fire illuminates the dark night sky, and a bewitching flower blooms gorgeously, blooming in the explosion. The scattered 10,000-point flames, like molten iron pouring grout, fell on a row of stilted houses in the shape of a chessboard in Bantao Village. The extended line of fire was accompanied by the scorching sound of burning grass and trees, and climbed up to the roof supported by centuries-old sour wood branches and covered with sunflower leaves.

Suddenly, the smoke rose, and the native dogs of Bantai Village were anxiously jumping in circles, barking at the flames on the stilted roofs with a hoarse voice.

"Son! Son...... Where are you?! A plainly dressed woman shouted hard at the last moment.

"Mom! Mom...... I'm afraid! Woo woo woo ...... "A young and faint child's voice came from a certain direction.

Seeing a thick thick cloud of black smoke wrapped in a pungent smell coming from the house, the child's mother rushed into the stilt house barefoot and desperate. The ropes of straw mattresses and reed quilts, which had been neatly stacked in the house, smashed down from a high place like a burning wall of fire, separating the mother and son.

Colorful hydrangeas are hung on the eaves, burning rapidly in the flames, and the hydrangeas made of brocade are usually used to hold rice, corn, beans, peanuts, etc., but now they are like firebombs that have exploded on the floor, and the splashed beans are tumbling everywhere in the sea of fire......

"Woo woo woo ......"

"Don't be afraid, son! Mom, I'm here to save you! ”

The woman found a stick and swung it with all her strength, and the fire wall was struck, and the sparks flew and the fibers in the reed bedding were lifted layer by layer......

The woman, who had made a hole in the wall of fire, endured the intense burning pain in her arms and legs, and walked across the wall of fire to find her son who was trapped in the house.

Finally, she saw her son, a 6-year-old boy who was frightened and curled up in fright.

The woman dropped the stick, hugged her son, and wiped the child's tears in the smoke, leaving a few black marks on his cheeks with her fingers.

"Woo woo woo ......" the child couldn't stop sobbing.

"Son, don't cry, you're a big man!" The woman comforted.

"Macho? Like Daddy? The child asked.

"Yes, like Daddy, a real man!" The woman's mind was reminded of her husband, who had been away from home for more than a year and had not heard from her.

"Okay, I don't cry, I want to be like Dad!" The child held back tears with his eyes.

"Hold mom tight! Mommy will take you to Daddy tomorrow......" The woman said, picking up the boy by arms, putting him on her shoulders, and running towards the door.

When the woman crossed the wall of fire again, tragedy struck......

The woman with the child stepped on the beans scattered on the ground with one foot, and she instantly lost her balance, hit her head hard against the wall, and then fainted unconscious in the fire......

"Mom! Mom! What happened to you? Wake up! Woo woo woo - "No amount of tearing and screaming could wake up the woman.

Suddenly, the beams of the stilt house slammed down, and the huge force of the force poured the flames into the surrounding houses like a hanging lake......

Awakened by the fire, the villagers walked through a terraced field full of golden straw after harvesting, and used straw hats or other utensils on their heads to beat the water from the fish pond irrigated by Xianxi to the homes of several villagers on the fire. Along the way, the water flowing from the cracks in the straw hats soaked the ground, and in the chaos, the footprints of all the villagers, men, women and children were trampled everywhere in the mud......

"Fight the fire! Fight the fire! Fight the fire! ”

"The thatched house of the mother and son of the Lu family burned the heaviest, and the fire must have come out of her house!"

"Huh? And lo and behold! Child, her doll seems to be still in the house! The villagers shouted in Vietnamese or Dai languages.

When the villagers rescued the unconscious child from the firelight and smoke, the hundred-year-old stilt house collapsed in the flames, and the charred wreckage and broken base did not take long to turn into a pile of ashes and die in the dawn......

After a night of fighting, the night fire in Bantao Village was extinguished, and the villagers talked about this bizarre fire.

"Could it be that the fire in their house was knocked over, which caused the fire?"

"It's not like it, the fire should be on the roof, who can go up in the middle of the night?"

"Maybe no one went up, and when I got up, I heard an explosion...... Do you think the strangers have offended the gods? Punished by Heavenly Fire? ”

"Pity the child who survived...... My father hasn't been back for more than a year, and my mother is a virtuous and kind person, but it's a pity that she doesn't ......."

At this time, an old man wearing a hat and straw hat walked into the crowd on crutches and used his fingers to draw a smear of crimson blood on the boy's forehead.

The old man was the head of Ittai Village, and after observing the instructions left by the gods in the blood seal, he finally decided that his family would temporarily adopt the orphaned child.

Ten days later, on the 10th day of the third month of the Vietnamese lunar calendar, the annual "Hung King Festival" was held in Pantai Village.

"Hung King Festival" is a festival set up by Vietnamese people to commemorate the two kind-hearted immortals and queen of Le Long and Ou Ji, and their son Shi Huang Xiongwang.

On this day, all the villagers consciously gather together to bow down to King Xiong reverently. Throughout the day, the villagers can sing and dance and share delicious food and wine instead of working or farming. Because everyone is a descendant of the Hung King, everyone thinks that all ethnic groups in Quanyue are brothers and sisters and have common parents.

Everyone agrees with what King Xiong said: "This nation is brave, united and fraternal, and industrious." ”

On this day, every household hangs hydrangeas, which symbolize fertility, peace, and abundance, and cooks dishes such as sour fish soup, grilled fish, shredded chicken salad, and roasted black pork and wild vegetable rolls in bamboo tubes. At night, there will be wonderful singing and dancing performances.

However, in the midst of the bustle and peace, the child who survived the fire was sullen all day. He sat alone on a tree at the entrance of the village, walking through the village chief's stilt house, watching the people dancing around the fire, just trying to escape away from the ...... No one knows how many tears he shed because he missed his parents.

"Son, come down quickly!" The old village chief with his hat and hat tapped his cane on the ground, and the boy slid down the tree with the sunflower leaves.

"Child, shall I give you another divination?" The old village chief looked at the sad boy who was sad and sad alone.

The boy nodded at the old man. The old man closed his eyes, touched the boy's palms carefully with his rough calloused hands, and said, "You are the order of Jieliao, and you will be a great character in the future!" ”

"What is Jieliao?" The boy asked.

The old man replied, "Legend has it that King Xiong wanted to pass on the throne to his sons, so he called them all and said, 'The Spring Festival is coming, and whoever can find meaningful food to worship his ancestors, I will pass on the throne to whomever he wants.'" The eighteenth son of King Xiong was named 'Jie Liao', who had a kind personality, was very moral, and was very filial. Due to the early death of his mother and no one to guide him, Jieliao has always been very worried and does not know what food to deliver to King Xiong......"

"Did Jieliao finally remember?" The boy asked again.

One day, after working in the fields, Jieliao took a nap under the tree and had a dream...... In a dream, an old fairy said to him, 'Rice is the most precious thing in the world!' Because man lives on rice. You use rice for food, one in a circle, the other in a square, the circle symbolizes the heavens, and the square symbolizes the earth. Heaven is the Father, and the earth is the Mother. When you put the stuffing in it and wrap it in leaves, it means that the parents are raising and supporting the children'. Jieliao did according to the words of the gods, and was finally chosen by King Xiong as his successor. The old man replied.

"Thank you Grandpa! I'm going to wrap the rice with the leaves......"

The clever boy later lived in the village chief's house for three years, and became the best playmates with the great-grandsons and great-granddaughters of the village chief's family.

Until one day, a mysterious and melancholy man came from across the ocean and rebuilt the stilt house destroyed by the fire, breaking the boy's carefree life in the village of Banta.