Chapter 647
This time the journey was difficult and far away that Xu Xiake had never imagined. Because of his age and physical condition, he had to slow down his speed and move towards the place he wanted to go little by little.
He didn't bring his servants, nor did he walk with his relatives. He climbed the mountains by himself and walked further afield.
On a high mountain near Lijiang, Yunnan, Xu Xiake walked on a muddy mountain road. He leaned on a stick and his feet trembled slightly.
His head was sweating profusely, his hand that was leaning on the cane trembled slightly, his face was pale, and he was panting continuously.
"Old sir?" A woodcutter came down from above, seeing Xu Xiake like this, he hurried over and stretched out his hand to help Xu Xiake sit down.
Xu Xiake wiped his sweat and said, "Thank you."
He clenched his right hand tightly, the sweat on his forehead kept falling, and his expression was extremely painful, as if he was enduring something.
The woodcutter looked at Xu Xiake and said anxiously, "Old man, what's wrong with you? Did you get bitten by a snake?"
Xu Xiake waved his hand, trying to force himself to pretend that nothing happened.
"I have nothing to do. Dare I ask, how far is it to the top of the mountain?"
The woodcutter looked at Xu Xiake worriedly, and said, "It's still far away. You won't be able to walk up to the top of the mountain for a few days. Old man, I think you're not in good health. Are you going to the top of the mountain?"
Xu Xiake nodded, looked up at the top of the mountain with difficulty, and said, "It's okay, then I'll get up and walk."
Xu Xiake forced himself to stand up, but the next second his legs trembled and fell beside him.
"Mr.!" The woodcutter lifted Xu Xiake up and said, "Mr., your leg?"
Xu Xiake waved his hands and said, "It's just some minor problems, it's nothing to do with it."
Xu Xiake stretched out his hands and rubbed his legs, and said, "I'm fine, you can go."
The woodcutter was a little worried, looked at Xu Xiake and said, "Old man, why don't I carry you down, you go to a medical clinic, first have a look at your legs, and then come to this mountain? I think your legs are probably on the upside now. I won't go."
Xu Xiake waved his hand, he knew his own body.
If he doesn't go up this time, he will have a lot of chances to go up in the future.
"No, I must go up and have a look."
Xu Xiake was talking, he forced a smile, the woodcutter looked at him worriedly, and persuaded him: "Sir, why are you bothering, I think you are old, why bother to come here? There is no one living here , What are you going up for? I don’t think you are a medical practitioner, so what are you going up for?”
The audience in front of the TV also frowned worriedly, wondering why Xu Xiake went up.
His legs are basically useless, and he can barely support himself by his own willpower, so what should he do up there?
Could it be that you want to find the source of the Yangtze River?
Is it really worth crippling your own legs for this one thing?
"I seem to tell him, don't go up, is everything he does really meaningful?"
"He is a warrior, but it's really cruel to cripple his leg for this matter."
"Why go up, alas."
Countless people were puzzled, but Guan Hongshen from the Huaxia Cultural Research Institute deeply knew what Xu Xiake was thinking.
All researchers are the same as Xu Xiake.
They are all looking for the answer to a question that may not be of much use to the general public.
For example, philosophy asks what is the meaning of existence, but this question will not help science and technology in any way, and will not promote people's material life in any way.
But they keep looking, keep looking.
This is not the case for Guan Hongshen. He studies history and culture, which the general public will never know, but he is still trying to do his part.
And the reason for doing these things is very simple, just because he is eager to get an answer, even if the answer has no impact on the real world.
In the picture, Xu Xiake is sitting on the ground. He looks up at the top of the mountain in the distance, and then turns his head to look at the worried eyes of the woodcutter. He knows what the woodcutter said, and he knows that this matter may not be meaningful to many people. .
So what can we do if we find the source of the Yangtze River? How much can the common people gain from this, but it just gives them more things to talk about after dinner.
But for Xu Xiake, this is the whole of life.
Xu Xiake smiled and said, "Maybe it's useless, but I want to go up and have a look. I've been looking, walking, and searching all my life. If I stop now, I won't be me."
The woodcutter looked at Xu Xiake suspiciously. He couldn't understand what Xu Xiake was talking about, so he just sighed helplessly and said, "The old man is really persistent. I don't know what you are obsessed with. If you want me to say that you are so old , still running around outside, and you still want to climb this mountain, at your age, you should have a good time at home."
Xu Xiake smiled, beat his leg and said, "Brother Qiao, how long have you been collecting firewood in this mountain?"
"Three or four years."
"Have you ever been to the top of a mountain?"
The woodcutter shook his head and said, "What do you want to do on the top of the mountain? I only need to collect firewood in the middle of the mountain. I used to go there often when I was young. You can see the nearby water veins on the top of the mountain. It looks very magnificent."
As the woodcutter said, some memories appeared on his face. He remembered the scene he saw when he was young. Standing on a high mountain, he saw water veins in all directions. The earth was like his palm, and those water veins were like his palm prints. , It was very interesting, and it shocked his little heart a lot.
Xu Xiake looked at the woodcutter and said, "Brother Qiao, are you still going to the top of the mountain?"
The woodcutter shook his head and said, "I collect firewood every day, and I have to go to the mayor to sell it. I don't have time to go up to the top of the mountain to see it. Don't be joking, old man. How about this? I will send the firewood down first, and then I will come up to take you down." How about it?"
Xu Xiake stroked his beard and said with a smile, "I'm sorry to bother you, you can go."
The woodcutter put the firewood on his back and said: "Old man, don't go away. I will come up to you after I put down the firewood. You must not go up."
Xu Xiake didn't nod, just looked at the woodcutter with a smile and said, "Brother Qiao, let's go."
The woodcutter nodded, then turned and left with the firewood on his back.
Xu Xiake saw the woodcutter's back disappearing little by little, then stood up, trembling and walking forward with his stick.
He went to the top of the mountain, and the woodcutter went down the mountain, and the two separated on the winding mountain road.
Many viewers looked at this picture in front of the TV and fell into deep thought.
The woodcutter represents them, after all.
The woodcutter was talking about them.
In a certain community, Wang Ming took off his earphones, opened the curtains, and looked up at the night.
There are almost no stars in the modern sky, and today only the moon hangs in the sky.
He remembered that when he was a child, he used to go to the top of the mountain to see the stars and the moon.
(End of this chapter)
This time the journey was difficult and far away that Xu Xiake had never imagined. Because of his age and physical condition, he had to slow down his speed and move towards the place he wanted to go little by little.
He didn't bring his servants, nor did he walk with his relatives. He climbed the mountains by himself and walked further afield.
On a high mountain near Lijiang, Yunnan, Xu Xiake walked on a muddy mountain road. He leaned on a stick and his feet trembled slightly.
His head was sweating profusely, his hand that was leaning on the cane trembled slightly, his face was pale, and he was panting continuously.
"Old sir?" A woodcutter came down from above, seeing Xu Xiake like this, he hurried over and stretched out his hand to help Xu Xiake sit down.
Xu Xiake wiped his sweat and said, "Thank you."
He clenched his right hand tightly, the sweat on his forehead kept falling, and his expression was extremely painful, as if he was enduring something.
The woodcutter looked at Xu Xiake and said anxiously, "Old man, what's wrong with you? Did you get bitten by a snake?"
Xu Xiake waved his hand, trying to force himself to pretend that nothing happened.
"I have nothing to do. Dare I ask, how far is it to the top of the mountain?"
The woodcutter looked at Xu Xiake worriedly, and said, "It's still far away. You won't be able to walk up to the top of the mountain for a few days. Old man, I think you're not in good health. Are you going to the top of the mountain?"
Xu Xiake nodded, looked up at the top of the mountain with difficulty, and said, "It's okay, then I'll get up and walk."
Xu Xiake forced himself to stand up, but the next second his legs trembled and fell beside him.
"Mr.!" The woodcutter lifted Xu Xiake up and said, "Mr., your leg?"
Xu Xiake waved his hands and said, "It's just some minor problems, it's nothing to do with it."
Xu Xiake stretched out his hands and rubbed his legs, and said, "I'm fine, you can go."
The woodcutter was a little worried, looked at Xu Xiake and said, "Old man, why don't I carry you down, you go to a medical clinic, first have a look at your legs, and then come to this mountain? I think your legs are probably on the upside now. I won't go."
Xu Xiake waved his hand, he knew his own body.
If he doesn't go up this time, he will have a lot of chances to go up in the future.
"No, I must go up and have a look."
Xu Xiake was talking, he forced a smile, the woodcutter looked at him worriedly, and persuaded him: "Sir, why are you bothering, I think you are old, why bother to come here? There is no one living here , What are you going up for? I don’t think you are a medical practitioner, so what are you going up for?”
The audience in front of the TV also frowned worriedly, wondering why Xu Xiake went up.
His legs are basically useless, and he can barely support himself by his own willpower, so what should he do up there?
Could it be that you want to find the source of the Yangtze River?
Is it really worth crippling your own legs for this one thing?
"I seem to tell him, don't go up, is everything he does really meaningful?"
"He is a warrior, but it's really cruel to cripple his leg for this matter."
"Why go up, alas."
Countless people were puzzled, but Guan Hongshen from the Huaxia Cultural Research Institute deeply knew what Xu Xiake was thinking.
All researchers are the same as Xu Xiake.
They are all looking for the answer to a question that may not be of much use to the general public.
For example, philosophy asks what is the meaning of existence, but this question will not help science and technology in any way, and will not promote people's material life in any way.
But they keep looking, keep looking.
This is not the case for Guan Hongshen. He studies history and culture, which the general public will never know, but he is still trying to do his part.
And the reason for doing these things is very simple, just because he is eager to get an answer, even if the answer has no impact on the real world.
In the picture, Xu Xiake is sitting on the ground. He looks up at the top of the mountain in the distance, and then turns his head to look at the worried eyes of the woodcutter. He knows what the woodcutter said, and he knows that this matter may not be meaningful to many people. .
So what can we do if we find the source of the Yangtze River? How much can the common people gain from this, but it just gives them more things to talk about after dinner.
But for Xu Xiake, this is the whole of life.
Xu Xiake smiled and said, "Maybe it's useless, but I want to go up and have a look. I've been looking, walking, and searching all my life. If I stop now, I won't be me."
The woodcutter looked at Xu Xiake suspiciously. He couldn't understand what Xu Xiake was talking about, so he just sighed helplessly and said, "The old man is really persistent. I don't know what you are obsessed with. If you want me to say that you are so old , still running around outside, and you still want to climb this mountain, at your age, you should have a good time at home."
Xu Xiake smiled, beat his leg and said, "Brother Qiao, how long have you been collecting firewood in this mountain?"
"Three or four years."
"Have you ever been to the top of a mountain?"
The woodcutter shook his head and said, "What do you want to do on the top of the mountain? I only need to collect firewood in the middle of the mountain. I used to go there often when I was young. You can see the nearby water veins on the top of the mountain. It looks very magnificent."
As the woodcutter said, some memories appeared on his face. He remembered the scene he saw when he was young. Standing on a high mountain, he saw water veins in all directions. The earth was like his palm, and those water veins were like his palm prints. , It was very interesting, and it shocked his little heart a lot.
Xu Xiake looked at the woodcutter and said, "Brother Qiao, are you still going to the top of the mountain?"
The woodcutter shook his head and said, "I collect firewood every day, and I have to go to the mayor to sell it. I don't have time to go up to the top of the mountain to see it. Don't be joking, old man. How about this? I will send the firewood down first, and then I will come up to take you down." How about it?"
Xu Xiake stroked his beard and said with a smile, "I'm sorry to bother you, you can go."
The woodcutter put the firewood on his back and said: "Old man, don't go away. I will come up to you after I put down the firewood. You must not go up."
Xu Xiake didn't nod, just looked at the woodcutter with a smile and said, "Brother Qiao, let's go."
The woodcutter nodded, then turned and left with the firewood on his back.
Xu Xiake saw the woodcutter's back disappearing little by little, then stood up, trembling and walking forward with his stick.
He went to the top of the mountain, and the woodcutter went down the mountain, and the two separated on the winding mountain road.
Many viewers looked at this picture in front of the TV and fell into deep thought.
The woodcutter represents them, after all.
The woodcutter was talking about them.
In a certain community, Wang Ming took off his earphones, opened the curtains, and looked up at the night.
There are almost no stars in the modern sky, and today only the moon hangs in the sky.
He remembered that when he was a child, he used to go to the top of the mountain to see the stars and the moon.
(End of this chapter)
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