Bui mythology: Azu plows

in the open air, the world was full of floods.

it was only seven hundred and forty-nine days before the water came to an end, but much of the area was still flooded, all the way down, like a large field that could not see.

the field is deep in its chest and cannot grow crops, and people only catch some fish and shrimp to survive.

the son of bui thought that catching fish every day was not a long-term solution, but that the water had to be removed.

this zou is a hero of bui, tall as a mountain, with his eyes like a hoard, and strong enough to move it away.

he drew his buffalo, which was different: he had a long road in his body, his horn was like a mountain peak, his nostrils were a thunderstorm, and his breath was a fog.

azu put on a buffalo, “bite” a whip and plough up the field.

and when his plough went down, at least he took it deep.

as soon as the ploughs were crossed, a ditch was formed, and the water from the dam flowed down.

the ditch was filled with water, and the water in the dam retreated.

the mud ploughing piled up and then turned into a rising mountain, and the water covered by the mud ploughing turned into a river without seeing the sun.

so zou ploughed his head and his head and his head and his head and his head.

he was happy to see the mud that had been thrown over the dam.

he couldn't even breathe, and he put the rake on.

a flat plain appeared on the ground after the mackerel; the place that had not yet been demigrated was still up and down.

azu's oxen is raging, and suddenly it's like a fall, and it's the cow that broke.

the buffalo who were struggling to move forward fell to the ground and knocked it over.

it fell in the east, and the earth turned to the east at once, and the water accumulated in the ploughs flowed into the east.

these gutters become running rivers.

as soon as joe saw that the cow had broken, and many other places had not been drudged, he gave the cow a rest and went to the vines to make the rope.

i don't know if joe's going to find out.

the buffalo was eating grass and then fell asleep on the ground.

he slept for many years, and the rake grew bacteria, and his calves fell, and he was asleep.

later it was said not to sleep, but to be the highest mountain ever.

there are high mountains on the ground, rivers and rivers, some flat places, some mountains, and this is what azu left behind.

narrator: veshojan, vesho sage, etc.

collector: the man of the book, mangong man, selected by the literary institute of the academy of social sciences of guizhou to prepare the bui folk story, the 1982 edition of guizhou people's press