Fox Road Travel Notes

Later generations have some paranoid and ridiculous views.

For example, an unknown professor who spoke eloquently on hundreds of forums said: He never talks about peasant uprisings, let alone writes about peasant uprisings. "

"Because, in his eyes, these so-called revolutionaries are just mobs and garbage...

On the forum, people such as Li Chuangwang, Zhang Xianzhong, and Hong Xiuquan were even criticized as the chief culprits who brought endless suffering to Chinese history.

But, have they ever seen this scene?

Have you ever seen these people struggling to survive, like ants in floods or prawns in boiling oil?

The people of our country are the most docile and docile people in the world.

Thousands of years of Confucian culture have trained them from childhood into robots that cannot resist, cannot think, and only know how to eat and work.

Such people will rise up in rebellion.

It is conceivable that they really can't survive!

The rice bowl was smashed, and the land for working was taken away.

If God doesn't give them a way to survive, except for rebellion, what other option do they have?

They already live like grass in the cracks of rocks. Who gave you the power and asked them to die like dust under the ruts?

Zhonghuang Mountain is located at the eastern foot of Taihang Mountain.

The mountain is not very high, but it gives the impression that it stands thousands of feet high, reaching into the sky, making it extremely majestic.

The Wa Palace is known as the Chinese Ancestral Temple. From a distance, you can see a jade sculpture with carved railings leaning against the cliff.

It seems like a grand scroll drawn by an immortal using the green mountains as the drawing paper and the tower as the painting.

The moving scene takes advantage of the situation, and the ingenious workmanship makes people yearn for it, and the feeling of admiration and pause arises spontaneously.

Everyone dismounted outside the archway at the foot of the mountain.

We walked up the stairs until we reached Chaoyuan Palace, where we were led by Taoist priests to pay homage to the Empress Nuwa.

Then go up the stone steps to the Hexagonal Pavilion and take a rest.

Looking at the magnificent rivers and mountains in front of him, Chen Zican said leisurely: "Brother Wang, when Nuwa created humans, why are there distinctions between high and low?"

Wang Heming thought for a moment and said, "It is said that when Nuwa made a human from the soil, she first molded it into her own image."

"Later, when I thought it was too slow, I dipped my tail in yellow mud and swung it to become a human."

"So, what is made by hands is a noble person, and what is made of clay is a common man."

Chen Zican smiled slightly and pointed to a few ants crawling around on the pillars, looking for food.

"Brother Wang, in your eyes, are these ants noble or humble?"

Wang Heming looked at it and said, "I don't know if ants are noble or humble."

"But in my eyes, they are all ants, there is no distinction between high and low."

Chen Zican nodded: "In my opinion, the same is true."

"But ants do have a distinction between high and low."

"They also have ethnic groups, countries, territories, and wars..."

"Some of them are kings, some are soldiers, some are workers, some are farmers, some are herders, and some are servants."

"Some are just slaves..."

Wang Heming was stunned: "Zi Can, what is the basis for this?"

Chen Zican said: "You can make a box, dig an ant nest from the wild, and raise them yourself, or you can often go under the tree to observe the ants."

Wang Heming said in surprise: "Have you ever done this?"

Chen Zican nodded: "Look at them quarreling over each other, fighting for power and profit, fighting to the death over a dead insect."

"You will think that you are already a god without practicing at all..."

Wang Heming nodded slowly if he realized something.

Chen Zican added: "Brother Wang thinks that the great goddess Nuwa, who can mend the sky and create humans, treats all living beings like us, doesn't she think the same way?"

"In her eyes, how can insects like humans be distinguished between noble and inferior?"

Wang Heming said with emotion: "One word from Zican is worth reading a thousand volumes of scripture!"

"The distinction between noble and humble is really about people, but doesn't it depend on God? Does it depend on heaven?"

"The wolves on the grassland, the deer in the forest, and even the chickens in the chicken coop all have different statuses."

"During the Five Dynasties, An Chongrong once said: The emperor, if he has strong soldiers and horses, would he rather have the seed?"

Chen Zican sighed: "Actually, what he said is right."

"If there really is a way of heaven in the world, and all things are born according to the way of heaven, then this is the way of heaven!"

Wang Heming's expression changed drastically: "Zi Can, isn't it true that the one who wins the hearts of the people wins the world?"

“People think about healing, not chaos.”

"The longer the troubled times drag on, the more so."

"Brother Wang, ten thousand years is too long, just seize the day!"

Wang Heming gritted his teeth and said: "Zi Can is right, time may really be running out!"

"But how can the elk in the forest accept a wolf on the prairie as their king?"

Chen Zican smiled: "Brother Wang, I admire people like you!"

"But an ordinary elk may not care whether the person eating them is a tiger in the forest or a wolf on the grassland."

"Could it be that if Taihu Water Village conquers the world, Brother Wu, can he not be the emperor who eats the common people?"

"Brother Tong, can you not be this prince who eats the common people?"

Wang Heming was silent for a long time.

"This, I can only guarantee that I, Wang Heming, can be Zhang Liang, the marquis who does not eat the common people!"

Chen Zican shook his head: "So, if this is the case, history is just a cycle with no solution."

"If you build a slave and eat the people, the people will overthrow it sooner or later. If you eat the people, the people will overthrow you sooner or later!"

Wang Heming was a little anxious: "Isn't there a better way?"

Chen Zican smiled slightly: "Of course, but you have to think about it yourself."

Wang Heming frowned and shook his head with a wry smile.

Even if Chen Zican has no intention, he has seen all the suffering in this world, but after all, he still hopes that it will become better.

Although Xiaobai said that the world cannot be changed after all, he still has some ideas of his own.

Just like deception, there is no method without flaws.

No matter how perfect this world is, it cannot be seamless.

What Chen Zican has to do is to find a way out for Wang Heming, Kuo'er, Wang Suyin, and these victims who are struggling to survive.

Find out the unknown flaw in this great illusion.

After all, it was never Chen Zican's style to not help his friend when he saw him drowning.

Wang Heming had a lot of worries along the way, and Chen Zi

Can, but seems to have put down a lot of worries.

This time during his trip to the Wa Palace, what he saw and heard along the way had already made him determined.

He, Chen Zican, will put aside his scruples and change the world in his own way.

Even if this world is not real!

Only when he went up to the Wahuang Pavilion, which stood on the cliff, did Chen Zican truly see the superb architectural skills of the ancients.

The entire pavilion is tens of meters high, facing a ravine, with overhanging eaves and brackets, making it extremely magnificent.

Behind the Wahuang Pavilion, there are eight iron cables that penetrate into the cliff, anchoring the entire high pavilion on the cliff.

Taoists say that from the first to the eighteenth day of March every year, the Nuwa Festival begins.

Whenever people filed into the pavilion, the entire Wa Palace would be on the verge of collapse.

The eight giant ropes behind it made a clanging noise, which further highlighted the dangerous and ingenious nature of this building.

Unfortunately, this year's locust plague is so severe that out of ten rooms are empty, no one knows whether the festival can still be held as scheduled.

On the way down the mountain, Chen Zican rode his horse like flying and told Kouer the story of Nuwa.

After sweeping away the depression and depression of the past few days, I appeared to be in high spirits.

He saw Wang Heming riding on a horse, looking like he was in a trance.

He drove his horse over and shouted: "Brother Wang, look at the vast red land. We should think about how we can do something for these victims."

"As for the future, it's not too late to think about it slowly."

Wang Heming raised his head, looked around, and sighed.

"Yes, there are no roosters crowing in the wild and no pedestrians on the road, but what can we do?"

Chen Zican pointed to his head and said with a smile: "Yes, sympathy without strength is meaningless."

"Our strength is here..."