The Ministry of Officials Shang Shuwen Huadian University Dr. Zuo Zhuo Guo Guo Guo Ling Han's illness, on the top, dropped the dynasty for three days to show his mourning and honor.
The end of life is death. There is nothing wrong with this. Besides, Ling Han is still in the year of high life, and the life of life is at the end of life.
But Zhu Yunzheng's heart was very uncomfortable, perhaps because he was still young. When he was young, he thought that life and death were far away from himself, but it was inevitable. Young people always experienced the lively people in their lives and left.
No one can be indifferent.
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There is a green villa outside Jingshi City. The smoke in the early morning and the white mist in the mountains are intertwined.
Zhu Yunzheng didn't bring anyone, and slowly stepped on the grass that was still foggy last night, passed through the trail in Zhuangzi, and came to the courtyard where the old man lived.
There were a few coughs in the yard, and there was the sound of spitting the elderly.
He opened the door, and the old man was sitting in the yard under the morning light. The 佝偻 body leaned on the pillars of the lounge, and he was edited the bamboo basket with the bamboo strips in his hand.
"Give us the scissors!"
The old man was competing with a obedient bamboo strip.
Zhu Yunzheng looked around, and found a scissors in a dustpan.
With a click, the bamboo strips that were unconvinced obediently broke, and then the old man's big hand was squeezed into part of the bamboo basket.
"Small, we can't cure you!" The old man smiled with satisfaction, and suddenly looked up, and said in surprise, "Well, you don't go to the morning in the morning, what are you doing here?"
Zhu Yunzheng squatted beside the old man, picked up a well -made bamboo basket, fiddled with two smiles, "The grandson is missing you, come and see you!"
The old man looks up and down, and look at Zhu Yunzheng, "You have something!"
"Hey!" Zhu Yunzheng sighed softly, hesitating for a moment, "Ling Han ... Destiny!"
"Ling Tie's head is dead?" The old man put down the things in his hand.
"Yes, he died of illness in his hometown!" Zhu Yunzheng sighed slightly, "He was dying and said a bunch of folds to his grandson!" Then he smiled and shook his head. "When the old man was in Jingli, he was tough than young people,
But I won't work as soon as I return to my hometown ... "
"What does he have to do with you? Are you frowning?" The old man suddenly interrupted Zhu Yunzheng.
Later, the old man glanced at Zhu Yunzhang, and pulled out the two bamboo strips in the country.
"People, who can never die? You are still young, and people who feel that they have a good relationship with you are dead. You are not in your heart. We said that there is no need to do it, there are more people who died around you later!
Killing talents, and we have to die? Oh, you don't feel happy for a few days in your heart, you will not be happy for a few days, then you will not do anything in the future, the fuck is uncomfortable! "
Having said that, he gave Zhu Yunzhang, "Give us the rope in the dustpan next to the dustpan!"
Zhu Yunzheng heard the words and did it.
"We know, you heard that Ling Han was dead, and thought of us in my heart, for fear we would have a case!" The old man's fingers were very flexible.
"Stupid grandson, don't we wait for that day now, what can we do. We don't want to die, but we can't do it. I can survive any dangerous landscape in my life, but who can do my God?"
The free and easy way he spoke sounded particularly unpleasant to Zhu Yunxi's ears.
"Grandpa Huang!" Zhu Yunxi quietly leaned over, held the old man's waist, and put his head on his lap, "My grandson doesn't want you to die!"
"Get out of here, this is work!" The old man raised his arm and gave him an elbow.
Then, the old man looked at Zhu Yunxi with a smile, "Why don't we die and delay your business!"
This smile merged with the morning light in an instant, making people's hearts warm as if there was a surge of heat.
But at the same time, it also makes people feel sad.
"What are you doing weaving these bamboo baskets?" Zhu Yunxi hurriedly changed the subject.
"These ones with big eyes are used to fish for small fish in the mountains and rivers at the back!" The old man looked at the bamboo baskets lying on the ground and said with a smile, "These ones with small eyes are reserved for sweet potatoes!" He said, looking at Zhu Yunxi, "You
Have you eaten?"
After saying that, before Zhu Yunxi could speak, he smiled and said, "We found a new meal, sweet potato porridge with salted fish, it tastes great. You can eat it here at noon, and we will drink two cups!"
At this moment, some humming sounds suddenly came from outside.
Immediately afterwards, Pu Bucheng came in with a few young eunuchs and two bamboo baskets.
Several black, squeaking piglets were squeezing back and forth in the bamboo basket, making uneasy noises.
"Caught it!" The old man put down what he was holding and laughed. He walked to several bamboo baskets and bent down to look at the little piglets inside. "Where did you catch them?"
"The slaves exchanged them for grain at the market!" Pu Bucheng wiped the sweat from his head and said with a smile, "They are all alive and kicking!"
"Okay!" The old man laughed, "Hurry up and build a pig pen behind the house!"
"Grandpa Huang!" Zhu Yunxi walked over and said with a smile, "The circle is right next to where you live, how delicious it is! It will be hot in the next few days, and it will be even more..."
"It's okay, don't block the back of our house!" The old man said with a smile, "Let him keep an eye on the five backbones and six six beasts that the old Taoist priest has been busy with all day!"
Suddenly, the old, orange-skinned face of Chen Yingzhen, who was too angry to speak, appeared in Zhu Yunxi's mind.
"Keep it and kill it to eat during the Chinese New Year!" The old man grinned, "I haven't killed a New Year pig in many years. Tsk, tsk, that pig blood cake makes me greedy just thinking about it!"
As he said that, the old man sighed and said with a smile, "Hey, our village is looking a little better now! There is a pigsty behind the house, a few sheep pens to the north, fish in the ditch behind the mountain, and some chickens and ducks on the south slope.
Haha, this is how we live, and this is what a landlord’s family is like!”
Suddenly, Zhu Yunxi remembered the last paragraph of Ling Han's excerpt.
What does it mean to be rich? There is a poultry house behind the house, a vegetable garden in front of the house, and arable land at home. No one is idle at all times. Everything is eaten at home, and the surplus can be exchanged for salt. The granary is full of millet and the garden is full. Men plow and women weave.
Good harvest.
Perhaps future generations will say that this is a typical small-scale peasant economy.
But just think about it, isn't this kind of life what people are pursuing? Even in the aftermath of highly developed materials, it is still this kind of small-scale peasant economy that forms the economic foundation of the entire world.
Everyone wants to be prosperous and wealthy, but if they are not reborn well, they will be far away from ordinary people.
Many people have worked hard all their lives to reach the level of this so-called small-scale peasant economy.
As a person in power, it is good to have lofty ambitions. But the prerequisite is to make the people stabilize. Today, when land annexation is not yet popular, we must try our best to let the people all over the world live a life of small peasant economy, and then we can talk about other things.
And if you can’t even achieve stability, how can you achieve prosperity?
For a moment, Zhu Yunxi thought a little too far.
"What are you stunned for?" The old man patted Zhu Yunxi's shoulder with his big hand, "Let's go fishing in the mountains behind us!"
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Well, I finally came back to life, but when I woke up in the morning, my nose and mouth were full of blood and there was fire.
It will be out of date starting tomorrow. I will update as normal. Thank you for your tolerance.