The two sons of Lao Huang's family died inexplicably, and they all died in Lao Huang's bamboo basket.

The people in the village all said that this bamboo basket was evil, and they hid far away when they passed Lao Huang's house.

But Huang Xu was not afraid, because this bamboo basket was left by his grandfather, and when he saw the bamboo basket, it was as kind as seeing his grandfather.

Every day, Huang Xu brought this bamboo basket to fetch grass and feed the sheep. Every time he walked to the cliff, he would stay for a long time, as if he was muttering to himself.

Old Huang's house was in the westernmost part of the village. Behind his house, there was a mountain with a peak that reached the clouds. The trees on the mountains were evergreen all year round.

Old Huang's family depended on the mountains to eat the mountains, pick wild herbs in the mountains, catch wild animals, and raise cattle and sheep, they could barely make a living.

Lao Huang believed in having more children and more blessings, and gave birth to three sons at once, naming them Huang Gong, Huang Yan, and Huang De, intending to hope that they could make contributions, establish virtue, and establish words.

Watching the children grow up day by day, Lao Huang felt happy.

But the problem also came. With so many people in the family having to eat, the old yellow couple worked even more day and night.

Due to overwork, Huang's wife passed away a few years after the third son was born.

Old Huang carried a bamboo basket up the mountain every day before dawn, and rushed to sell the newly picked mushrooms and bamboo shoots at the market in the early morning.

Then go to the mountain to set traps and sticky bird nets, then go home to herd cattle and sheep, and go to the mountain to check if there is any prey before dark.

Day after day of hard work turned the burly old yellow into a curled-up little old man, carrying bamboo baskets every day and letting the old yellow's shoulders rise and fall.

Time flies, and the dull and hard days have passed for a long time. Lao Huang breathed a long sigh of relief. All three sons married daughters-in-law, and the third son's family also added a grandson to himself.

Although Old Yellow was getting thinner and thinner, and his back was hunched, he was getting more and more energetic in his work.

However, life is always full of problems.

The family of the three sons was to build two adobe houses in the open space on both sides of Lao Huang's original house. The eldest son chose the old house in the middle because the old house was big. The second and third sons each chose the small houses newly built on both sides.

Every time Old Yellow brought his prey home, his daughters-in-law would always quarrel, saying that his family had more and his family had less, complaining that the old man was useless and beat less prey.

Only the third daughter-in-law stood by the child and did not speak. After the eldest brother and the second brother chose, they took their share home.

Huang Xu is the third child.

Huang Xu saw that his grandfather worked so hard every day, and his uncle and aunt were so harsh. He couldn't bear it, so he could only help his grandfather herd the cattle and share some of it with him.

The good times didn't last long. It rained lightly today. Lao Huang was going up the mountain with a bamboo basket on his back. The third son advised him that the road was slippery on a rainy day, or he wouldn't go up the mountain today.

Old Huang sighed and said, "If you don't go up the mountain, what will the children eat tomorrow?" He walked out with a bamboo basket on his back.

The third son came out hurriedly and gave Old Yellow a coat: "I'll go with you, the road is slippery in rainy days."

After about two hours, I saw the third son running back in a hurry: "Big brother, second brother is not good, our father was hit in the leg by a rolling stone just now, and he was bleeding profusely. I can't lift it alone, I bandaged him and came back to find you quickly."

The eldest son and the second son put down the melon seeds in their hands: "This old immortal is causing us trouble."

When they arrived, Old Yellow was already on the verge of death, and the third son burst into tears. The eldest and second sons saw that the old man was indeed seriously injured, and the bones of his legs were exposed.

The third son hurriedly asked, "Big brother and second brother, let's quickly carry the old man down and find a doctor to treat him."

The eldest son snorted: "Treat? How to treat? This is a bottomless pit, do you know how much it will cost? Even if it is cured, it cannot work, what is the use of keeping this old trash?"

The third son was angry in his heart, is that something a person can say?

But he did not dare to say big brother and second brother, and asked coldly, "What does big brother want to do?"

The eldest son said, "A minor illness is a doctor, and a serious illness is death. Wealth has life, and life and death are in the sky."

Seeing that Third had already clenched his fists, the second son hurriedly said, "Third, that's not what our brother meant. We have to treat Father."

While the third was not paying attention, the second whispered to the eldest.

The boss said, "The old man is injured, and we can't carry him down the mountain, so we put the old man in the bamboo basket, and we carry him down the mountain."

The eldest and the second were walking in front of the bamboo basket, and the third followed behind. When he reached the cliff, the eldest deliberately slipped and threw the bamboo stick in his hand.

The third child still didn't understand what was going on behind him, but even the old man with the frame was already rolling down the mountain.

The third brother pointed at the boss so angry that he couldn't speak.

"Third, don't point fingers at me." Our father was hit by a rolling stone when he went up the mountain with you. I accidentally rolled the old man down the mountain, and now it must be incurable.

Old Yellow was very prestigious in the village. The villagers heard that Old Yellow had fallen off a cliff and went to look for him.

Soon, Old Yellow's body was found at the bottom of the valley, next to a blood-stained bamboo basket.

Everyone carried Old Yellow's body back to Old Huang's house. The third child picked up the bamboo basket and washed it in the river, ready to take it home as a thought. When he saw her, he would think of his father.

The funeral was held in a grand manner, and there was an endless stream of people who came to pay their respects. According to local customs, the morgue was required for three days.

The eldest and second were both a little drunk. When the guests dispersed, the eldest called the second to his side.

"Now that the old man is gone, I will be the father, and I will be the head of the family in the future. This time we received a total of 10,000 gifts. I am the boss and I will divide 6,000, and the two of you will each have 2,000." The boss said.

If I hadn't come up with this idea, would we have gotten the ten thousand? If we had really gone to see a doctor, we would have spent more than ten or twenty thousand for each family." If we were to split it, should we have divided it into six thousand for me, and two thousand for each of your families?" "

The boss also became angry: "Do you have the courage to come up with ideas? In the end, I threw the old man down with my hands."

"If you don't give me six thousand points, I will go to the official and say that you murdered your own father." The second brother said with wide eyes.

The boss also got drunk: "Okay, I think you want to rebel today, see how I deal with you." The two scuffled together.

The third family knelt in front of Old Yellow's coffin, crying silently.

The scattered guests heard that someone was fighting inside and hurried back to see. Everyone was about to persuade them to fight when they saw the boss stumble down, and the second child also lay on the ground.

Coincidentally, the two happened to fall on the bamboo basket that Lao Huang used before his death.

The bamboo basket has been with Lao Huang for decades. The handle of the bamboo basket has long been polished brightly, the edge of the bamboo basket has long been tattered, and the rattan raised on the edge looks very sharp.

The two fell to the ground at the same time and smashed into the bamboo basket without any movement.

Everyone stepped forward to check, and they all took a few steps back in fright. They saw a rattan inserted into the back of the boss' head and a rattan inserted into the throat of the second child.

Old Huang left, and took his two unfilial sons with him.

Huang Xu still carried a bamboo basket to make grass every day and went up the mountain. He was not afraid because he knew that his grandfather was with him.