There is a father and son named Yan. The father's name is Yan Feng and the son's name is Yan Wu. The two men fled from Shandong to the south. At first, they worked for a rich family, but later the rich man saw that Feng Yan was old and sick and had no oil and water to squeeze, so he drove the father and son out of the house. Yanwu and his father had to beg for a living.
Because of the frequent lack of food, the father and son are often dizzy with hunger, especially the elderly father, who is terminally ill. Fortunately, Yanwu is a dutiful son and serves his father well.
On one occasion, Yan Wu found a small cave on the way to beg. The area of the cave is small, but it is warm in winter and cool in summer. Yanwu was overjoyed. He tidied up the cave and moved some clean big stones, the big one as a bed and the small one as a stool. Since then, the father and son have settled in the cave.
In a blink of an eye, summer has arrived, and there are more mosquitoes in the caves. How to make a seriously ill father sleep well and not be disturbed by mosquitoes? Smart and filial Yan Wu has her own way. Every evening, Yanwu always takes his father outside the cave to enjoy the cool, and then he goes back to the cave and lies down naked. Those big, vicious mosquitoes buzzed around Yanwu and kept bombing him. An hour later, when the mosquito "retreated" satisfactorily, Yan Wu got up and went back to the cave to sleep with his old father on his back. Sometimes my father can't help asking, "Son, why are there so many red pimples on your face?" Yan Wu always smiled and said, "Dad, your eyes are not good, and my face is rosy!" " "
For a long time, Yan Wu's filial piety touched a nest of crows living in the cave. These crows eat mosquitoes when they see them, and then the mosquitoes in the hole disappear. When I come back for dinner, I will also leave some food for the crows. Father and son and crow became good neighbors.
One day at dawn, the crow was suddenly awakened by a cry of pain. Originally, Yanwu's father died, and Yanwu cried her eyes out at the door of the cave with her father's body in her arms. . . . . . The crow was also infected by the sad cry and was so sad that "wow!" Wow! Wow! "Cry loudly. Later, several crows left the nest and flew in different directions.
A few hours later, a miracle appeared. I saw thousands of crows flying to Yanwu and his son, and each crow had a white mourning circle around its neck. The crow circled the heads of Yanwu and his son several times, and then flew to the northwest. They brought soil from the yellow land 1 km away and piled it on Yanfeng. . . . . . These crows are busy flying back and forth. Soon, the crow's beak was injured, and the mud was stained with bits and pieces of crow's blood. . . . . .
On one occasion, Yan Wu found a small cave on the way to beg. The area of the cave is small, but it is warm in winter and cool in summer. Yanwu was overjoyed. He tidied up the cave and moved some clean big stones, the big one as a bed and the small one as a stool. Since then, the father and son have settled in the cave.
At night, the crow built a high grave.
It is said that after the death of the dutiful son Yan Wu, the crow was buried next to his father's grave. People built an ancestral temple here, called the filial piety temple. In order to commemorate the righteous crow injured while building a grave, people call this area a black wound. After Qin Shihuang pacified Jiangnan, the county here was named "Wu Shang", and in 624 AD, it was called "Yiwu".