Xiao Zhu has heard from her uncles and aunts nearby that hail started falling when she was just born, and her grandparents nearby said: "It can be said that evil clouds grow when the wind blows, and hailstones fall with the wind! This is a good sign!"
Xiao Zhu's parents were very happy after hearing this, and they pampered Xiao Zhu like a treasure.
But within a few days, Xiao Zhu had a high fever. Xiao Zhu's parents were so anxious that they tried all kinds of methods, but Xiao Zhu still didn't get better.
At this time, the old lady next door saw the anxious look of Xiao Zhu's parents and asked, "Tieshan? Jiang Zi? What's wrong with you?"
Xiaozhu's father quickly replied: "Aunt Jin, why does our Xiaozhu keep having a high fever and it doesn't come down no matter what?"
The old lady frowned and her tone became a little serious: "Have you chosen a name for your little Zhu?"
Xiao Zhu's father looked at Xiao Zhu, who was frowning in his arms, and shook his head: "I have been taking care of Xiao Zhu these past few days, and I didn't think about it for a moment."
Old Mrs. Jin relaxed her frown and said, "Oh, it's still too late. There was hail when this child was born. This life is anything but ordinary. You can take him to the temple to find some good words from the old man, otherwise he won't be able to control this child."
When Xiao Zhu's father heard this, he nodded quickly: "Thank you, Aunt Jin, for saving Xiao Zhu's life!"
After that, Xiaozhu's father took Xiaozhu to the temple.
After asking her husband for advice and giving her a name, Xiao Zhu really got better.
This is how Xiaozhu's name, Zhuhuangling, came about.
Purpose: practice writing