Yinhe Farmers

On the night of the spring flood, a red rope coffin floated from the Chenjia River mouth. Chen Xiaoman, a poor corpse collector, is afraid of water, but his grandfather forces him to go into the river to touch the coffin. There was no body in the coffin, just a handful of rice as black as bones. The villagers said that it was the food grown by the dead. If you eat it, you will live, but you will also be in debt to the river. From then on, Gaotian poured water by himself at night, the dead came back to claim their debts, the River Temple sent people to collect incense, and the unknown corpses from the old ferry surfaced one after another. Only then did Chen Xiaoman realize that all the rivers in the world were originally tributaries of Huangquan; the living cultivated their Yang fields, and the dead also cultivated their Yin fields. He just wanted to hold a piece of land so that the people around him could eat. But the river water rises year by year, and the Yintian changes its veins inch by inch. The living and the dead are all waiting for someone who understands the rules to get into the river. Chen Xiaoman stood at the mouth of the river on a rainy night, holding his pennies. He is afraid of rivers. But later, he became the rule in the river.