A long time ago, Wang Zhuang had a child named Wang Xiang, whose birth mother died early and whose father married his stepmother. One year, when it was snowing heavily, Wang Xiang's stepmother was bedridden with a serious illness and wanted to drink fresh fish soup. She called Wang Xiang to the bed and told him, Wang Xiang was very anxious after hearing it, this cold winter moon, the river and the pit are full of thick ice, where to catch fish? Think about it, think of the river in front of the village.
Wang Xiang walked to the river, and when he saw that the ice in the river was very thick, he was anxious to walk along the riverbank from east to west, trying to find a place where there was no ice. But the ice everywhere is very thick, and when you come to the stone bridge in the west of the village, there is still no way. In a hurry, Wang Xiang fell backwards on the bone-chilling ice, and he wanted to use his body to warm the thick ice and catch a fish for his stepmother. The north wind blew, and it snowed heavily, and soon Wang Xiang was buried in the snow.
Wang Xiang's filial piety to his stepmother touched the Dragon King, who was busy sending two fish to the Night Fork. Wang Xiang was shivering with cold, still gritting his teeth and insisting, the ice under his body was enlightened, two red fish jumped out, and Wang Xiang went home with the fish with joy. When her stepmother heard that Wang Xiang had caught two red fish, she hurriedly called him to him and asked, "It's a cold day, where did you get the fish?" Wang Xiang truthfully told him about lying on the ice and begging for fish. When the stepmother heard this, she thought to herself, this child is so filial, even the biological son is difficult to do so. Then he explained to Wang Xiang: "This fish, the mother can not eat, you scrape the fish scales on the fish, put the fish back into the river." After the stepmother drank these two pieces of fish scale soup, the illness gradually got better.
Since then, the river in front of Wang Zhuang Village has to be covered with a thick layer of ice every winter, and the place where Wang Xiang lay on the ice and begged for fish has never frozen again.