"Caiting. The river in front of you is Hanshui."

The river flows quietly, with a faint sparkle.

Reflecting the setting sun, the shadows of the trees are red in some places, green in some places, and pure bright white in some places. The colors are mottled, obviously carrying many ancient legends.

An old man held a bamboo stick in his hand, and his shadow was wiped by the afterglow of the setting sun into a long straight dew, extending to the darkened half-dome.

"This is the only westward river Grandpa has seen in his life. Maybe even he misses his homeland.

Grandpa was born south of the river, but that is not our hometown."

Most of the blackness in the old man's eyes has faded, and the gray pupils are flashing with the sparks of the setting sun. His eyes focus on the distance beyond the horizon.

"Our hometown is in the south of another, wider and more majestic river.

In the past, when the Zhou Dynasty invaded Vietnam, our people continued to move south. Our ancestors went to the sea to beg for work, and luckily discovered this outdoor promontory.

At that time, the north of the river was the feudal state of Jizi, the surviving family of the Yin people.

Jizi's former fiefdom in the pass, Jiguo, was in the north of Korea, so he named the river after Hanshui and named the various tribes in the south of the Yangtze River after Handi.

The patriarch of our clan at that time was a great mage - He Jushi Panhu Juxiqian.

Legend has it that he planted a gourd with magical methods, which produced seven gourd fruits and gave birth to seven ancestors of the Hu family.

The Seventh Patriarch swept across the south of the Yangtze River, and all the tribes in Korea were regarded as alliance leaders.

But later, two rising tribes took away the position of alliance leader and compressed us to a corner by the sea. From then on, Panhu Kingdom became a dispensable and weak tribe.

Later, when the Han army reached the riverside, they renamed the river Hanshui River, divided the north of the river into four counties and ruled it, and called the south of the river the land of Zhenfan. They set up outposts and traded villages symbolically.

Our tribe started doing business there..."

"Cough, cough..." The old man seemed to have been talking for a long time and began to cough violently.

The little girl next to me was very anxious.

She wanted to help her grandpa calm down, but after trying to jump twice, she still couldn't reach her grandpa's back. She could only pull his clothes and legs obediently.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, you have talked too much today, please take a break. Caiting doesn't want to hear the story anymore."

The grandfather stretched out his withered right hand and stroked the girl's head. Although the movement was gentle, the calluses and dead skin that had been opened still occasionally scratched the girl's delicate scalp under the sparse hair.

The girl did not resist, but still obeyed and moved closer to her grandfather.

A doting smile appeared on the old man's face, "It doesn't matter, this is the last time grandpa comes to see Han Shui. Maybe, maybe it's also the last time he tells you a story so seriously.

Tell me more, it doesn’t matter.”

The girl looked at her grandfather seriously and suddenly asked,

"Grandpa, you have said so much. What about Hanshuinan, Dajiangnan, where is our real home?"

At this time, the little girl could not fully understand the concept of hometown.

But she knows what home is.

She has a father, a mother, and a grandfather who dotes on her the most.

They have been living in Pingcheng, but grandpa always said that there is no home...

Grandpa's eyes suddenly dimmed, as if he was hit hard by this question. After staying there for a long time, he finally let out a long sigh and his voice became much hoarse, "Yeah, where exactly is home..."

The sunset finally sets over the river,

The sparkling light all over the river suddenly lost its luster,

The boundless darkness gathers,

It seems that the chill in the river wind has become a bit stronger.

The little girl was a little scared,

He tried to persuade Grandpa, "Grandpa, I'm a little cold, let's go back."

"grandfather?"

"grandfather!"

"Dad~~! Mom~~! Look at grandpa~, what's wrong with him!"

The girl's voice was almost a roar, shattering the night.

She cried and ran towards the tent set up by her father at the foot of the mountain.

Behind her, Grandpa's lonely figure could no longer stand in the night wind. He suddenly collapsed and fell straight towards the surging river under the short cliff.

"Plop",

A soft sound,

The old man's body was submerged in the river,

under night,

I can't even feel the splash of water.

The river flows silently to the west,

I wonder if it was God's intention to help him answer the last question in his life.

》》》Time to knock on the blackboard》《《

This is a special part of this work. At the end of each chapter, there will be some micro-comments to restore the true records in historical documents for some seemingly "unbelievable" settings in the article.

For example, in this chapter we mentioned that the seven gourd babies are all from a certain country. This is the truth and there is no doubt about it, right?

In fact, what this paragraph wants to express is that the legendary founding king of Silla Kingdom, Heju, lived in Xigan for generations. His surname was Park. The Park family was the king of Silla for seven generations, followed by the Kim family and the Xi family.

Xiqian means shaman. The Pu family was originally the Hu family, which is ancient and simple. The ancestor of the Pu family was born in a gourd, which is the original legend of the peninsula. The gourd is originally a close relative of the gourd. Combine the above

, which is the origin of the Qiwa creation theory.
Chapter completed!