C9 A Child from the Yellow River

CHAPTER IX Kids Floating in the Yellow River

One to One of Tibetan Scriptures

The river rolled in a circle around the pile of sand kings before heading east.

The pile of sand kings was on the banks of the Yellow River. It was a mound with a radius of several dozen miles. There were dozens of families scattered around the mound.

This small village was called Jingjia Village. What was strange was that although the Jingjia Village was named after Jing, there was only one family named Jing. As for the rest of the families, the Jin family was the most, and there were about ten with the surname Luo, with only one surname Jing.

This family with the surname Jing was in their fifties. They gave birth to a man and a woman, and when they grew up, they would leave this place to work somewhere else.

His son had married outside and became a son-in-law. His daughter had also been married off to another family, so he came back for the holidays.

The old couple was already old, and they were guarding the big house with the old Jing Family and Jing Family.

That house was extraordinarily large, and it took up several acres of land. There were dozens of houses in succession, and even the elders of the Jing Family had no idea how they managed to accumulate such a huge amount of resources.

Jing Laotou's daily job was to go to the Yellow River to fish. After that, after noon, he would go home to eat.

That day, the Jing Laotou ran back excitedly before noon.

Old Lady Jing put down the needle and thread in her hand and asked curiously: "It's not even noon yet, why are you back?" Seeing Jing Laotou's joyous expression, Old Lady Jing laughed: "You found the money in the underworld? See how beautiful you are. "

Jing Laotou laughed mischievously as he said mysteriously: "It's even prettier than picking up money. Guess what I picked up?"

Old Lady Jing said impatiently: "How could I guess, how would I know what you picked up? Hurry up and take it out, if it's a treasure, then I'll cook two big carp for you and call Jin Laoda to have a meal with you."

The Jing Laotou turned around and walked out of the door. He then carried the bamboo basket that was hidden behind the door and walked in.

Old Lady Jing went closer to the bamboo basket, and when she looked inside, she was somewhat stunned. It turned out that inside the bamboo basket was a naked boy with tanned skin.

The baby only looked like it had been ten days. One finger was in his mouth and he was sucking on it while the other hand subconsciously grabbed and let go.

The baby boy had his eyes closed and looked normal.

The Old Lady Jing was overjoyed and asked in a trembling voice, "Father of the child, where did he pick up this child from?"

Jing Laotou giggled: "It's from the Yellow River — —"

These words caused Old Lady Jing to be completely confused.

The Jing Laotou hastily explained: "Today, I went fishing in the river. Just as I boarded the boat, I saw this bamboo basket floating over from the upstream. From far away, I saw that there was a doll in this bamboo basket. I didn't even want to fish anymore, so I fished this kid out of the river. "

Old Lady Jing was curious. After all, there were a lot of things scooped out of the Yellow River, but there were very few living people, and they only heard that there were a lot of corpses in the river. This was the first time for a fat boy like him.

Old Lady Jing only thought it was strange for a moment, before giving up. After all, this child was too patient. The grandson of the Jing Laotou and her could not even come twice a year. This time, it just so happened that the heavens had given her a child.

Except for the boy, who was a little dark, everything else was fine.

Old Lady Jing and Jing Laotou then asked the village doctor to inspect them. After inspecting the entire body of the Dr Luo, he told the two of them, "There's nothing wrong."

Old Lady Jing looked at Jing Laotou: "Then I'll keep it?"

Seeing the look of anticipation in Old Lady Jing's eyes, Jing Laotou nodded his head.

So on that day in 1993, the child stayed.

Jing Laotou asked Dr Luo to give him a name. Dr Luo looked at the kid's face, looked at the kid picked up from the Yellow River, muttered to himself for a while, then smiled at the two Jing Laotou: "Since this kid was picked up by you, then we must still call him Jing. His name is Mo, Jing Mo, an inkstone and a brush, in the future, this kid will definitely have a culture —"

Jing Laotou was overjoyed: "I'll use your blessings, Dr Luo. When you go back to the full moon, please have a drink. "

The Dr Luo nodded and turned to leave.

This child called Jing Mo, from this moment onwards, his Jingjia Village fell.

Jing Laotou begged everywhere, and in the village, for the woman who had a child, Old Lady Jing would carry Jing Mo and go drink some milk.

He ended up over a year old and had lost his milk. The child was easy to raise. It's just that Jing Mo's health was never too good, as he would get sick several times a year.

Therefore, Jing Laotou begged Dr Luo to think of a way. Dr Luo gave Jing Mo a few sets of traditional Chinese medicine to catch up with him, saying that after taking these few sets of medicine, Jing Mo's body would slowly recover. And then, the Dr Luo gave Jing Mo a nickname, Scabbers. No disease meant no disease, no disaster.

Jing Laotou and Old Lady Jing thanked the heavens and earth a thousand times and left. Following Dr Luo's instructions, they caught the herbs according to the recipe and fed it to Jing Mo. Jing Mo's body also recovered better by the day.

Jing Laotou and Old Lady Jing took care of Jing Mo like this everyday, growing up little by little. At the age of seven, he went to school.

Only then did the two of them heave a sigh of relief.

Jing Mo did not disappoint the name that the Dr Luo gave him. It was just that he did not like making friends, and he did not like laughing normally either. His expression was wooden, so Jing Mo's classmate gave him a nickname — — Wood.

Jing Mo was not angry, letting others call him by that name.

However, Old Lady Jing was angry, and asked him: "Someone gave you a nickname, why didn't you respond? Hit him, whoever told you to do so, just hit him with your big ears, if anything happens, have your grandpa or grandma support you."

Jing Mo smiled faintly: "Grandma, they call me Wood, am I really Wood?"

Old Lady Jing was startled, she did not expect the grandson she picked up from the Yellow River to be so open-minded, and so open-minded. — — Since Jing Mo was not angry, Old Lady Jing did not ask anymore.

Jing Mo's life passed by in such a peaceful manner, until the Sunday when he was ten years old.

This unusual event had to start from Jing Mo's primary school.

There was only one Jingjia Village on this pile of sand kings, so if the ten odd children wanted to go to school, they would have to go to a nearby primary school at the Iron Spear Temple.

The Iron Spear Temple was a small town. Everyday, Jing Mo would walk across a long dike and walk all the way to the Iron Spear Temple Elementary School.

After being classmates for three years, Jing Mo's classmates were very curious about their pile of Sand Kings, so they asked Jing Mo, "Jing Mo, I heard that you guys have a huge grave there, right?"

Jing Mo was startled, he thought for a moment, then shook his head: "Our Jingjia Village does not have any big tombs."

The child's name was Jiao Dahu. Jiao Dahu tilted his head and looked at Jing Mo: "No? My mother said that your Jingjia Village used to be called Ewang Qiu, and that the entire Ewang Qiu was buried in Ewang Wang's grave. You said no, could it be that my mother lied to me? My mother wouldn't lie to me. " Pausing for a moment, Jiao Dahu looked at Jing Mo with contempt: "My mother didn't lie to me, you must have lied to me."

Jing Mo frowned: "I am not lying to you, there really isn't any grave that you are talking about."

Jiao Dahu was skeptical, "Then Sunday you'll bring us to see it together. We'll only believe your words after we've finished reading it."

Helpless, Jing Mo could only agree.

On Sunday, Jiao Dahu brought his two companions to the Jingjia Village, found Jing Mo, and requested for Jing Mo to bring the three of them to look for the grave together.