Daming: I asked you to hang yourself, but I didn’t ask you to rebuild the Ming Dynasty

Ahead, there are green mountains everywhere.

The road leading to Handu gradually extended into the mountains.

Wu Piaolin turned his head and looked eastward. The endless wheat fields had been harvested.

Because there has been no rain recently, the people are busy threshing, drying and storing wheat, and have not started sowing autumn crops.

On both sides of the canal, you can occasionally see a small patch of spring corn, with the young shoots already growing more than a foot deep.

Brilliantly green.

In the yellow wheat stubble field, you can see isolated small bulges.

These bulges are either scattered or in groups.

Among the withered and yellow wheat stubbles everywhere, only the bulges were left with a trace of green.

Occasionally, a willow tree can be seen standing beside the bulging parcel.

The low-hanging branches sway in the wind, and the branches and leaves are ropey.

As if whispering.

There are some dwarf cypresses on the edge of some earthen bags.

Most of the earthbags are just as bare as farm manure piles that have not been spread into the fields.

Wu Piaolin stopped and asked passers-by:

"My father-in-law, please, may I ask what those little bulges are?"

Wu Piaolin was smiling all over his face and even handed him a cigarette.

I bought this in Ye County.

The name is Xiangu.

The price is very cheap, it is convenient to light, and it is easy to get closer to people.

The cigarettes produced in Handu are already numerous and varied, with dozens of varieties.

Wu Piaolin also bought one.

He's not bad for money.

The old man driving the donkey cart silently lit his cigarette and looked at him with complicated eyes for a long time.

But he did not answer Wu Biaolin's inquiry.

After the cigarette burned out, he dropped the butt and crushed it out with his feet. The old man waved his whip to drive the donkey cart forward.

Amidst the slogans of "I, da da, woo~", the donkey cart gradually moved away.

Only one sentence was left, floating in the air:

"Those are generations of farmers..."

Are those farmers from generation to generation?

Wu Piaolin was shocked.

Although his family was not from a wealthy family, they still had hundreds of hectares of fertile land.

He entered the examination as a young man and entered the officialdom as a young man. Before going south, he did not go deep into the capital of Guizhou.

He didn't know much about the real life of the people.

Are those lonely dirtbags the final destination of Qianshou?

Wu Piaolin was stunned.

Seeing that the old man had already walked away, he asked in a loud voice:

"I dare to ask my father-in-law, even if it is the tomb of his parents, why don't the children set up an inscription to commemorate it?"

"Tombstone?"

"Hahaha!"

The old man sings and walks, and his desolate and heroic singing echoes far away:

“After working hard all your life, if you can be wrapped up in a book, buried in the soil, and leave a grave, it means that the sky has eyes.

The ancients once said:

How can one who is covered with silkworms be a sericulture farmer?

In prosperity, the people suffer; in death, the people suffer...

It is not for my fellow citizens to erect monuments for the dead! "

(Note: Book - a drying utensil made of sorghum stalks. It is also the old saying of "wrapped in straw mat and buried".)

In prosperity, the people suffer; in death, the people suffer...

Those who are covered with silkworms are not sericulture people...

The words of the father-in-law who drove the car still echoed in my ears.

Wu Piaolin was shocked.

In my mind, I remembered again the dead bones everywhere on the way south, with no one burying them.

In prosperity, the people suffer; in death, the people suffer...

Wu Piaolin murmured in a low voice.

Butler Wu Dashan took a step forward and whispered:

“Sir, the ancients once said that a gentleman’s glory will only last five generations.

Even the Wang Xie family, filled with high-ranking officials, has disappeared into the smoke of history...

Those who can be prosperous for generations are not just farming families.

But the master doesn’t know that the tomb in our eyes today only needs a disaster to cut off the incense...

Without future generations to fill the graves, within a few decades it will become flat land for growing crops. "

Wu Dashan sighed.

Although he is also a descendant of the Wu family, he is a side branch.

If the master hadn't valued me enough to take him with him and become a housekeeper...

What is the difference between a Wu family member and an ordinary small landowner?

After three or two generations, the family property will be distributed to the heirs and they will become ordinary homesteaders.

It can be seen that his descendants are undoubtedly the same as ordinary people.

If it weren't for my master's promotion, how would my descendants have been able to withstand natural and man-made disasters?

By then, a disaster will turn me into a tomb without a monument...

Throughout the ages, where in the fields below have human corpses not been buried?

China has a history of thousands of years, and there are more than tens of thousands of dead souls!

It stands to reason that there should have been tombs all over the place, and there would be no place for them to stand!

However, apart from the tombs of wealthy families, are there any tombs that have enjoyed centuries of incense?

The people worked hard all their lives with their faces facing the loess and their backs turned to the sky. In the end, even the last three feet of land could not be preserved for a hundred years...

This is what happens before and after the common people...

Wu Dashan's eyes were fixed on the slogan on the wall.

The newly renovated houses gave him hope.

Wu Dashan could not help but murmur:

"If one day... everyone can erect a monument...

maybe...

Right before your eyes. "

Everyone can erect a monument, right in front of their eyes?

Wu Piaolin's eyes widened.

On the road sign in front of you is the name of a very common village around Handu - Huang'en Village.

As far as you can see, one-tenth of the houses in the village are brand-new high-rise buildings.

In the past, buildings where only wealthy landowners could live appeared in Qianshou House.

This is an earth-shaking new change!

According to this trend, given time, it will be true that ordinary families may not be able to erect a monument for their deceased...

Wu Dashan's unintentional words made Wu Piaolin fall into deep thought:

When I came to Handu this time, I had completely cut off my career as an official.

Although according to the information he collected, the Hanjiang Business Group also has great potential.

but!

After all, he is a person who is used to being an official. Knowing that he can no longer be in politics, the loss in his heart is obvious.

Going into business…

What is business?

Farmers are wealthy!

The earliest commerce was the exchange of people's wealthy output.

Although business has long been separated from pure agricultural output, rich agricultural products have always been a major category in business activities.

Everything I see in front of me, doesn’t this mean——

Even if other businesses fail, business practices based on agricultural products will become a major force for the Han River business group!

For him, who can only engage in business, this is a great thing.

Wu Piaolin's uncertainty about his future was gone.

He is looking forward to his future more and more.

Once you feel relaxed, it’s so beautiful to watch!

in front of you.

On the back wall of a three-story building, there is a slogan painted in red letters on a white background:

“Follow Your Majesty closely, work hard, and build a beautiful home together.

We must grit our teeth and persevere, working hard for my generation, so that our descendants can rest on the merits we have forged with our hands for generations to come!

Tianen Village Announcement. "

Wu Piaolin grinned.

This slogan is quite down to earth.

but……

This simple and clear statement is the best call!

The common people cannot understand parallel prose, and only this vernacular can penetrate people's hearts.

Just like - great grandfather...