Hong'er is innocent, filial to her mother, and can be called the best. Her example of filial piety spread throughout the countryside, and she became a household name. As word spread, the criticism gradually changed. Those who fear she is a"snake woman""、"little snake demon"、"Even the villagers who were called"successful fairies" dared to say hello to her, and some old people also admired Hong'er's filial piety.

Once, Hong'er had a cold and a fever, so Hong'er used seven herbs and prescribed her own prescription. She used Huoxiang, Bupleurum, and Perilla leaves. , frosted mulberry leaves, dried orange peels, green onion roots, and ginger seven-flavored herbs were boiled into a thin soup. After taking the red mother, by the end of the night, the headache was gone, and the body felt comfortable and energetic. He smiled and said:"What a recipe. For the past twenty years, I have been afraid of catching cold in winter. Once a stroke occurs, the whole body becomes weak, heavy and painful. My mother is suffering from colds and colds. This prescription of yours is quick and can cure colds and winds. Hey, you are promising!"

But another time, Hong's mother couldn't eat. Hong'er was puzzled. Her mother vomited a mouthful of vegetable rice and said"Ouch" to herself. It turned out that she had put too much salt. Then she cooked another bowl of porridge and rice for her mother. , this time the salt was added, and Hong Mu, who had just recovered from her illness, ate deliciously. Hong'er made her mother stewed chicken and hunted hares again, adding angelica, astragalus, and Codonopsis pilosula to the broth. Hong Mu's body was less than a year old. , began to be as strong as before.

On the Tianmu River Village, it was rumored that Hong'er was a"wild woman without a father", a"bad girl matched with a snake man", and a"freak in the stream." In the past few years, Hong'er Some villagers were moved by her filial piety, and the accusations subsided slightly. But the knot in Hong'er's heart was like a crazy demon all the time. Hong'er couldn't let it go and could no longer remain silent. Hong'er asked gloomily:

"Mother...Every child has a mother and a father...but I...I only have a mother...but no father...Mother, mother, who is my father? Who is my father? Where is he? Mom... tell me quickly."She threw herself into her mother's arms and started crying.

Hong's mother had to say that she could no longer hide it. She recalled the disaster more than ten years ago and said bitterly:"Hong'er, you are not A wild girl...not a wild girl without a father...someone scolds...you have to endure it……"Hong'er cried:"Mom, I... I really can't bear it... They called my daughter a bastard who got out of the cracks in the rock shell... and fell into the Tianmu River... and turned into a water snake... My daughter Can't speak, can't raise my head……"Hong's mother cried and said:"Hong'er, mother has been hiding this from you... I'm afraid you will be sad... You are sixteen years old this year. Twenty years ago, there was an unprecedented flood. It rained heavily, and there was thunder and lightning....At that time, your father and I were planting crops by the Qiantang River. We saw the flood coming in huge waves, and we couldn't run away...I didn't care about what was going on in the fields. I looked up and saw that the thatched cottage next to the field had been overturned by the waves. The walls were torn down, and everything in the house was gone... Your father and I were holding hands, but we couldn't outrun the waves. A lot of wood and boards were floating in the flood in the distance. , box, but we couldn’t catch it, it was too far away. Your father and I were swept away by the flood. The water was up to our necks. I hugged your dad, and your dad hugged me, preparing to die.……

"Suddenly, a piece of wood came over. Your father rushed forward and grabbed it, but the piece of wood was only as thick as a large bowl. Your father grabbed me with one hand, dragged my hand over, and grabbed the wood as well. I said, the wood is too small to float us... I will die! You driftwood... As I said that, I let go of my hand and your father floated up without filling the water. But your father was willful and desperately grabbed me, floating on the wood. The wood was too small to lift two adults, so we sank together. I shouted urgently: 'No... no... I'm going to die.……’But your father refused to let me go and said: 'Hurry! Hurry up! I am leaving! After saying that, he disappeared... I hugged the wood and floated on the flood. I called you dad. No matter how much I called, I couldn't see him again.……"

Hong'er asked anxiously:"What happened next?" Hong Mu said:"Afterwards, I clung to the wood and kept drifting. My eyes were filled with mud and water and I couldn't open them. I don't know how long I drifted. Suddenly, I was hit by something. Blocked. I didn’t know anything after that... When I woke up, I was left in the yard of Li’s family in Lihuazhuang. Father-in-law and mother-in-law Li rescued me... I survived, but your father... he was just Twenty-three years old... He, he, he died."

Hong'er said:"Mom, how could there be such a big flood?" Hong Mu said:"Later I heard that it was a goblin who caused the world's great tide! It is said that a big white python... became a spirit... The white snake spirit had a grudge against Monk Fahai of Jinshan Temple, so it sent a torrent and flooded Jinshan Temple."

Hong'er said:"Mom, is there really such a strange thing?" Hong'er said. Mother said:"Hey, everyone spread it like this. It spread from Zhenjiang to West Lake, from West Lake to Tianmu Mountain, and spread all over the Qiantang Haihe River." Hong'er said:"What happened next? What about the white snake and the giant python?" Hong's mother said:"The white snake is being held down by Monk Fahai inside the Leifeng Tower.……"Hong'er asked:"Where are you now? Are you still in the tower?" Hong Mu said:"Of course he is still trapped inside, and he dare not let him out! He would have to crush him to death! The white snake-haired flood took away your father's life! It wasn’t the flood that flooded Jinshan Temple. Hey, your mother wouldn’t be helpless and a widow...Thanks to you...but that flood...your mother will never forget it.……"

《"Water floods Jinshan Temple", a poem laments:"

In the bad years, bad luck comes, and sorrow and joy fly everywhere."

Why is it so tragic? Just for my husband.

Thousands of mountains are wrapped in filial piety, and hatred is stirring up waves.

The immortal sheds a thousand tears and cries for the white lady.

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