On the eve of the River God Festival, the only rice man in the village who did not worship the god drowned in the Feng River.
The floating corpse was wrapped in a new green cloth shirt, and when it was fished out, there was not a single grain of rice in its arms.
The village chief touched his glasses with empty lenses and sneered: "What's wrong with giving him some rice!"
Xu Xingzhi stepped into the empty courtyard——
In previous years, only a bundle of unburned firewood remained on the muddy ground filled with rice stacks.
Behind the closed door in the corner,
The dressing suitcase is covered with thick dust,
There are a few faded pearl flowers scattered beside the bronze mirror.
"That year there was a severe drought... They tied up his daughter to sacrifice to the river god!"
The blind woman in the deserted house shook her withered hands,
The truth from seven years ago was revealed between the fingers:
The girl who was forcibly taken as a "bride" fell into the river halfway.
When she fished it out, the water from the Feng River had filled her embroidered shoes.
When the wild rice growing behind the house rustles in the wind,
It finally dawned in the dark village.
Dao Weng Dao Weng, are you at ease?
Purpose: Impact on feudal superstition
