Although Gong Liu lived among the Rongdi people who made a living from animal husbandry, he inherited his ancestors' occupation, introduced food seeds from other places, made farm tools and taught the people to develop farming, farming and sowing. Wherever he goes, he looks at the people's customs. If there are any difficulties, he will solve them for the people. In spring, people lack seeds and food, so they try to subsidize them. In autumn, when the harvest is not good and people don't have enough food to store, they try to reduce the tribute. He planned everything for the people, so the people loved him very much.
At that time, Qingyang culture had just begun to open. There are many nationalities living in Qingyang. There are many strange things, and I don't know how many there are. All kinds of shocking phenomena are passed down from mouth to mouth.
Legend has it that another summer, a torrential rain fell in Qingyang area. Mountain torrents washed away many people and animals and flooded fertile fields and houses along the east and west rivers of Qingcheng. The rising flood is in danger of flooding the whole city. Hundreds of families and people who fled Sichuan Road in the city were complaining bitterly, and they all asked Gong Liu to do something for them. Gong Liu was in a hurry and wanted to see the water potential of the river for himself. He made a raft and floated to the intersection of the East and West Rivers in the south of Qingyang. When he got there, he suddenly realized. It turned out that there was an east-west mountain ridge lying there like a dragon, blocking the rushing river and forcing the water of the second river to linger. After Gong Liu's visit, he was determined to cut off the mountains and drain the sources. So he rowed the raft back, selected dozens of strong civilian workers and led them to dig mountains. They forget to eat and rest, and everyone tries to get it to a place, think about it to a place, dig and dig. However, this mountain ridge was dug down during the day and grew at night, and it was always dug for several days. At this time, the rainstorm is getting bigger and bigger, and the floods are gathering more and more. It is only a foot or two high from the battlements. The whole city is kneeling in the street, all pigs and sheep, looking up to heaven and begging. Gong Liu was anxious and fidgety. That night, as soon as he dozed off, he suddenly dreamed that an old man with a white beard was slowly coming towards him. He said: "I'm not afraid of knives, but I'm afraid of Nanshan soup grass." If the Long Mai is broken, the reed must be cut off. " Then he left, and Gong Liucai suddenly woke up. It was a dream. He thought what the old man with white beard said was a bit strange. When I came to the top of Nanshan Mountain, I suddenly saw a bougainvillea growing strangely, so I pulled it down and took it to the broken mountain ridge. I cut the biggest reed on the ridge with the small sawtooth of bougainvillea, and it broke when I dug and dug the mountain. Sure enough, I saw the bottom of the mountain in my dream and answered the old man's words. A stream of blood gushed out and merged with the raging torrent, like a runaway wild horse, rushing south. People shouted: "Long Mai has been cut off"! Long Mai has been cut off!
The weather cleared up, the water receded and the ancient city boiled. People decorate lanterns and burn incense to celebrate the joy of overcoming the flood. People lifted Gong Liu and threw him into the air again and again. Laughter resounded through the sky, and there was a joyful atmosphere everywhere.
Gong Liu asked the people to develop agriculture, farming and sowing immediately after the flood receded. Within a few hours, all over Sang Ma, the valleys were covered with wheat, and the people were well fed and clothed. Later, Gong Liu died, and everyone commemorated his contribution, believing that he must have become a god and built a temple for him. Every festival, men, women and children go to the temple to offer sacrifices, hoping for a bumper harvest.
People regard the mountain dug by Gongliu as "cutting off the mountain". Today, the mountain is still as steep as a knife. People also said interestingly, "go and have a look if you don't believe me." The stones in the south river of Duanshan Mountain are all red and stained with dragon blood! "
The legend of Qingyang Gongliu ends here.
The Ancient Xuanwumen Spring and Autumn Zhuo Xin Classics of the Fugitive of Postgraduate Entrance Examination