River Corpse Coffin

When I was born, there was a once-in-a-hundred-year flood. The people in the village felt that the evil spirit had moved and that my fate was unlucky, so they insisted on drowning me. My father disagrees. He strangled his neck and chopped down the old locust tree by the Weishui River to make a coffin. Who knows, The flood swept three thousand miles away, but not only did I not die in the coffin, I floated back...