Dong Yong lived during the Han Dynasty. As his mother had passed away years ago, he scratched out a meager living to support his ailing father. Dong Yong found work as a farm laborer, and earned barely enough to support his father. The old man was an invalid, so Dong Yong would carry him to a cart and tenderly wheel the elder to the shade of a tall tree beside the field where he was working. In this way he was able to keep his job and also nurse his father at the same time. Several years passed, the senior Dong died. Dong Yong, having to spend all his penny on medical care, found himself unable to pay for a proper funeral. He had to sold himself into bondage as indentured servant in order to scrape funds for a coffin.
Having sent off the coffin, the young man headed for his owner's house. A pretty girl met him on the road, and told him her story, how both her parents had passed away, and how she couldn't locate her relatives in the area. She said she hoped that Dong Yong would be kind enough to take her in, so that she could have some security and reliance. He found no objection and the two of them asked Heaven and Earth to be witnesses as they pledged their troth then and there.
Together they entered the home of Dong Yong's indentured Master, an extremely miserly weaver. He read the labor contract to the couple, and demanded three hundred bolts of perfect cloth to redeem the freedom of Dong Yong. The young man was not afraid of hard work, but figured out that if man and wife co-operated and joined their strength, it would take at least three years of labor before the task could be completed. To Dong Yong's surprise, the new bride wove all three hundred bolts of cloth in less than a month! The weaving boss was even more astonished when the young couple handed over the perfect fabric and, contract in hand, gaily walked out the door to freedom.
They strolled past the tree where they had first met, and his wife suddenly fell silent. Her countenance glowed with an uncanny light, and Dong Yong asked her to explain her demeanor. "I now have my freedom, you should be happy!" Tears ran down her face as she said, "I am an Immortal. Your heart of filial respect is so noble that I was touched, and came down to this world to assist you in your task. But now I must return, I am not able to stay with you. Take good care of yourself."
Dong Yong couldn't bear to part with her, but how could he prevent an Immortal from returning ? Helplessly he watched his wife slowly ascend into the sky.
A verse in his honor says:
His father's funeral sent him into servitude
A maiden charming and immortal, met him on the way
They wove the cloth that ransomed back his freedom
His filial conduct touched even Heaven