In the Han Dynasty, there was a xiucai, called Yang Bao, a Shaanxi Huayin people's clan, a weak crown, talented, and learned. One year during the Chongyang Festival, Yang Bao went to the suburbs to play, passed a forest, walked tired, and sat in the forest to rest. But seeing the lush trees and the birds singing is pleasant. Suddenly, with a thud, a bird fell, unbiased, and landed in front of Yang Bao. The mouth squeaked, tried to fly several times but could not fly, and fluttered on the ground. Yang Baoxin said, "Good life is strange, why is this bird like this?" "When I picked it up and looked forward, it was a yellow sparrow, and I didn't know what had hurt it, and I cried out in sorrow.
Yang Bao couldn't bear it in his heart and was ready to take it back to the good life for recuperation. At this moment, when he saw a young man with a slingshot in his hand, he came from behind and said, "Xiucai, this yellow bird was shot down by me, and I hope you will return it to me." Yang Bao said, "You are simple, but although the bird is not human, it is also a life, how can you bear to hurt it?" Moreover, such a bird cannot withstand a meal, and even if you sell it, you will not be able to make a fortune. Why not make a living? I will redeem the life of this finch. Then he took out the money. The young man said, "I'm not trying to get my appetite, I'm just playing a trick." Since Xiu cai wants this bird, he will give it to you. Yang Bao said, "You wanted this bird's life for a while, maybe it was too cruel." The young man thanked him, "I know I'm wrong!" So he threw the slingshot away.
Yang Bao took the yellow sparrow home, put it in a towel box, and collected yellow flowers every day to feed it, and gradually got better. After a hundred days, you can fly and come and go freely. Yang Bao loved it very much, and suddenly flew away one day without returning. Yang Bao was sullen in his heart, lying on the bed to rest, only to see a boy with a single eyebrow and thin eyes, dressed in yellow, walk in and look at Yang Bao bowing down. Yang Bao hurriedly lifted up. The boy took out a pair of jade rings and handed them to Yang Bao: "The grace of the King's life is nothing to repay, and he talks about offering them with micro-objects." The king holds this thing, and when he is relegated to three lifetimes, he is three dukes. Yang Bao said, "I have lived with Suzu under my feet, so why should I say that I have to save my life?" The boy laughed and said, "Didn't Engong forget?" I am the one who was wounded by a slingshot in the forest, and the one who was saved by you! "After the words were finished, they turned into yellow finches and left." Later, Yang Bao gave birth to a son Yang Zhen, who was a lieutenant when Emperor Ming of Han was a lieutenant; Yang Zhen gave birth to a son, Yang Bing, who was a lieutenant when he was emperor of Han; Yang Bing,a son of Yang Zhi, who was a situ when he was emperor of Han'an; Yang Shi gave birth to a son, Yang Biao, and a situ when emperor Ling of Han was born. Sure enough, it is the three dukes of the world, and the virtues and deeds are successive. It was only at the end of the Han Dynasty that When Cao Cao threatened tianzi to order the princes to wait, Yang Biao's son Yang Xiu followed Cao Cao. In the end, he violated Cao's taboo and died. Maybe by Yang Xiu's generation, Huang Que had already paid off the grace of saving his life, so Yang Xiu ended up like this.