Hanlu and Buckwheat Hand once upon a time, at the foot of a mountain surrounded by a clear stream, a family of three lived on land and farming, living in poverty. The old couple's temples are white, and they are called Han Lu, who is in their twenties. They are loyal and kind, and they are a bit stupid. However, they do excellent job of sowing seeds, plowing and hoeing fields, and are often praised by the villagers. Han Lu did not get married, and became a heart-wrenching couple's heart disease, so she asked her friends to ask from many sources about which village there were decent good girls. The old couple thought that their son was a little stupid and had to choose a smart girl as their wife and be the director of the family.
After some inquiry, I learned that there was a girl named Qiaomae in Dongzhuang. Han Lu's mother wants to give it a try first. So he took a few feet of cloth and asked someone to help him make clothes, and came to the girl's house. I saw that this buckwheat girl was very beautiful, with slim seedlings, like a fairy grass. Han Lu's mother was happy first and said with a hurried smile: "Miss, I heard from others that you are skillful and willing to help others. Today, I want to cause trouble for you. Take these few feet of cloth and want to ask you to make a dress for my son." Qiaomai looked at the white-haired old man and thought to herself that she was dizzy and could not see clearly when she was old. He hurriedly took the cloth and said with a smile: "Old mother, don't you think I'm stupid, I'll help this. But I don't know what kind of clothes to make?" The old man said: "The cold bottom of the house is thin, so I want to make more use of clothes. Don't be surprised when I say it. Use these few feet of cloth to make a long gown, a short gown, and then an sheet ." The girl understood the old man's purpose and said: "Okay, take it later in three days."
Three days later, Han Lu's mother went to Qiaomai's house, and the girl handed her a long gown, with dense stitches, and she did a great job. She liked it in her heart, but pretended to be unhappy and said, "I asked you to make three pieces, why do you only make one?" The buckwheat girl shook the clothes open. He put it on his body and said, "Look, isn't this a long gown?" Then he folded the bottom edge of the gown and said, "This is the second piece I made for you: a short shirt." After that, he spread the clothes on the bed and said, "This is the third piece I made for you: a bed sheet."
Han Lu's mother went back with a smile. A few days later, a betrothal gift was prepared. I sent it to the buckwheat house and the buckwheat girl accepted it. In the twelfth lunar month of this year, the girl and the young man became a kiss. After a few years, a pair of old men passed away, leaving only cold dew and buckwheat. The couple ploughed and weaved, and lived a happy life.
The town had a meeting that year, and the buckwheat asked her husband to take the cloth he woven to the meeting to sell it. Han took the cloth on his back and rode his own pony to the meeting. On the way, I met a scholar. The scholar saw Han Lu riding a horse with a cloth and was stupid. He wanted to tease him. He said, "Brother, I have something urgent to do. Can you lend me your horse to ride?" Han Lu got off the horse and handed the reins to the man and said, "What are you calling me? Where to live? I can take it after riding it." The scholar rode on the horse and raised his whip and said, "My surname is what you gave me. The sun and the moon are originally named. Live in the air and the moon falls in the village." After that, he urged the horse to run away.
Han Lu returned home and his wife asked, "Has the horse been lost?" Han Lu said, "A scholar borrowed it." "What is his name? Where is his farm?" Han Lu couldn't answer, so she had to say a few words that the man said. After hearing this, Qiaomai lowered her head and thought, "Tomorrow you cross Daliang Mountain, there is a village in the middle of the slope of Shanxi. Go and find a man named Ma Ming to ask for a horse."
The next day, Han Lu climbed over Daliang Mountain according to his wife's words and found Ma Ming. When Ma Ming saw Han Lu coming, he asked in surprise: "Who asked you to come here to find him?" Han Lu said: "My wife." Ma Ming praised Han Lu's wife in his heart, and thought that a smart wife was so cowardly with a silly husband. He lowered his head and thought, it would be better to tease him again, and then said, "Ride the horse back, and bring back a gift I brought to your wife."
Han Lu led the horse and went home with the gift. After arriving at home, he handed the gift bag to his wife and said something about Ma Ming. When the buckwheat shook open the gift bag, he saw a flower, a green onion, and a pumpkin that was so big that it was terrible.After seeing this, Qiaomai blushed and understood that she was ridiculing her, "A smart and clever flower, she actually matched her with a big silly melon." As she looked angry, she thought about it, the more she thought about it, she became more and more angry. Unconsciously, her heart hurts and she actually got a disease of qi and chest congestion. I became more ill day by day, and I was gradually bedridden and died in less than half a year.
After buckwheat died, Han Lu missed his wife very much. Whenever I think of my wife, I go to the grave to cry. I cry today, and tomorrow, slowly a seedling with red stalks and green leaves grew in the place where he cried. When he saw Miaomiao, he cried even more heartbroken when he thought of his wife. Tears fell on the seedlings of red and green leaves like dew. The stalks became thicker, the leaves became bigger, white flowers bloomed, and angular fruits. Han Lu missed his wife, so she called this fruit buckwheat. He picked the buckwheat seeds and scattered them in the field, and the next year he grew one. While working in the field, I saw the buckwheat tree and seemed to see my wife, and felt comforted. The buckwheat was ripe again, and he let the seeds grow and fall in the field. In this way, year after year, the ground is full of people. When it blooms, he looks at , winter flowers, , thinking about his wife; when it matures, he looks at the ground golden, thinking about his wife. Just when the buckwheat was ripe this year, the cold dew that had become sick and became sick also died. This year, the autumn drought of , and the crops did not harvest, but the buckwheat in the cold dew field was harvested. People had nothing to eat, so they picked the buckwheat and grind it to eat. Although the noodles are green and the taste is not good, they can finally satisfy their hunger. After experiencing the famine and saving his life, people were very grateful and called the day when Han Lu died "Han Lu Festival". People know the wonderful uses of buckwheat and plant buckwheat every autumn drought. This buckwheat is strange, it always ripens before the Cold Dew Festival. People say that this is because the couple has a strong relationship with buckwheat and Hanlu.
