I'll hang on to Gordo for the afternoon

every year at noon, the family of the jau people hangs a goto at the door of the door, which means that they will keep the devil safe.

this custom has been passed on from time to time.

there's a legend in it.

it is known that the zoro clan has a branch which also lived on the ground of the plain and was friendly with other peoples.

in one year, the poor had failed in their rebellion, soldiers had come after them, the village had been baptized and the people had fled.

on the way there was a young woman, carrying a five-year-old child, a three-year-old child, who fled to a mountain full of goto.

there's no way out of this! she held her three-year-old by her side, hugged and cried, and she said to him, "o my child, it's so hard for my mother! we'll never get away with this.

to save your brother's back, i'll have to leave you." the three-year-old boy grabbed her leg and cried, "mom, mom, leave me!" it was at this point that an old man with a white-haired silver-shaved, followed by a carried-on goto, landed from the hill in front of this great-grandmother.

and he said, "why don't you carry the little ones instead?" mom said, "my back is a strong child, and this is my own child." "why did you leave your children and save them?" mom said, "his parents were killed by soldiers, saved him, left him a sap and avenged the future." she's out of her mind, leaving her kids on the side of the road.

the old man with the white hair and silver hair saw her as a human being, moved and stopped her, and said to her, "don't panic and climb up with the oldest old goto." come on, he pulled goto into two shakings, and there was a mountain road next to her, and she climbed up the hill with a big boy on her back.

as soon as they reached the top of the mountain, the soldiers pursued them.

grandma looked back down the hill.

strangely, the road was missing, but she saw the mountain full of goto.

she couldn't bear to see the soldiers ruining her own flesh and blood and went to the opposite mountain.

the army and the army were desperate to see the steep wall cliff filled with goto and then withdrew.

it's even more strange when grandma comes down to the foot of the mountain and her children are drinking from the spring.

"how did you get here?" the boy replied, "it was the husband who flew me." mom says, "where's my husband?" the kid's looking up, and he can't find the old man with the silver hair.

of course they don't know the silver-haired husband is a fairy.

it's hard to find the husband.

and she's carrying her three-year-old with a big boy.

there was not much road to go, and they came to a mountain.

and there came into it a fortress, and many of those who fled.

dad! three-year-old boy with a sharp eye, recognized his father in the crowdgive me a hug.

i wonder why my husband came here.

he said, “the rebellion failed, and we were scattered, and we couldn't find you, so i came here with the people who fled.” he also asked his wife how she had come, and she said that she had met a white-haired man on the way to save them from goto.

her husband listened, and he was surprised to say, "alas, we were also rescued by this old man with a silver hair.

it was him who told a few of us who were young and strong to walk behind us and drag each of us with a swab of goto to clean the tracks on the road and cover the retreat.

when the soldiers arrived, they stepped on goto's path, as if the viper had touched half of the land, and they were afraid to retreat.” people are talking about it.

one of the old ladies said, "that silver-haired husband is our lifesaver!" an old man said, "it's a midday festival, and i'm sure it's han's quilin.

let's remember him later." “before, at the end of the year, at the end of the noon festival, we hang goto at the door of our home, which is able to keep away from evil.

when we see gordo, we will remember the grace of the qiang and let the children and grandchildren of his family remember him forever." that's it, this custom has been passed on for generations。