At that time, Ningxia was not the frontier plain of Ma Pingchuan, but green mountains and green valleys. There is no flat field, and no field can be irrigated with Yellow River water.
Legend has it that there are several families living in Niushou Mountain who return to the Han family. They carry water at the foot of the mountain and farm at the top of the mountain for generations. All ages are busy, but they don't have enough to eat and don't wear warm clothes. No one can endure this torture for a long time.
One year, Del, a 70-year-old Hui Hui native, opened a melon garden on the mountain and planted some cucumbers. He gets up early every day and goes to the Yellow River to fetch water and water cucumbers. His shoulders are swollen and his feet are peeling. He cultivated cucumber carefully, and the yellow grew tender and sweet.
On this day, the old man was tired and fell asleep at the gate of the vegetable garden.
As soon as he fell asleep, he dreamed that there was a white cloud floating in the sky. Gradually, Baiyun became an imam with a white beard, shook his silver beard and said to Elder Gerd, "There are two strong winds today, so you should pay attention. It is yellow wind at noon, which can blow away cucumbers; There is black wind in the afternoon, which can make cucumber pedicels fall off. No matter how windy it is, don't pick cucumbers.
When the old man woke up, he saw that the white-bearded imam had gone, and the yellow wind was overwhelming in the north. Suddenly, Niushou Mountain came. The old man looked at the cucumbers carefully, and sure enough, they faded one by one. He was very sad, and all his efforts for a year were in vain, but he stopped at the thought of the white-bearded imam.
In the afternoon, a black wind blew and shook the earth, and the leaves fell layer by layer. When the old man saw it, the cucumber was about to fall to the ground. He was so angry that he picked a cucumber and threw it into the Yellow River. The Yellow River immediately broke a line. Just as a fairy cut it with a knife, he saw the bottom of the river clearly. When the old man swooped down, the river "wow" again.
At this time, the old man heard the white-bearded imam say, "This cucumber is the key to conquer the Yellow River. You can call the Yellow River cut off, or you can call the Yellow River to listen to people. But now the Yellow River is called Yellow Wind and Black Wind, and two Iberians are miserable. Don't be impatient, be patient and make greater efforts. Next year, you will plant another cucumber garden. When the cucumber is ripe, you will pick the biggest one and throw it into the Yellow River.
The next year, the hardworking old man Gerd planted another cucumber garden. He was not afraid of being far away, so he was sweating like a pig and brought water from the Yellow River to water melons. Everything pays off. Finally, a three-foot cucumber grew in the garden, which looked like a key. The old man happily slept in the melon garden for a day and a night until the melon was ripe.
On this day, the weather was fine and there were no clouds in Wan Li. Gerd picked three feet of cucumber, read the word "Taismi" and threw it into the Yellow River. At this time, he only heard a roar from the Yellow River, and the stones at the bottom of the river were clearly visible. Old man Gerd went down to the bottom of the river and saw a hole near the river bank, where pearls and agates were everywhere. The old man took some and listened as soon as he left.
At this time, the cracks in the Yellow River gradually tightened. Del's old man remembered the charge of the white-bearded imam, and he knew very well that this sword could conquer the Yellow River. He thought, I want to ask the Yellow River to fill the ditch and level the mountain beam. The old man plunged his two swords into the Yellow River, and the water in the Yellow River stopped flowing immediately, as if a Great Wall had been blocked in front, but it was still rising steadily, which was really scary from a distance.
Three days later, from Liupanshan in the south to Helan Mountain in the west, there was water everywhere, leaving only a few mountain tips. Until then, the old man Ge Decai drew his sword and told the Yellow River to flow forward.
Since then, Ningxia, a deep mountain valley, has become Ma Pingchuan, and the Hui people living on both sides of the Yellow River have dug ditches for farmland with hard-working hands and lived a happy life.