Ling Han, the crown prince of Zuozhu Kingdom and the great scholar of Wenhua Palace, the official minister, died of illness. He stayed away from court for three days to express his condolences.
It is not surprising that the end of life is death. Besides, Ling Han died at a ripe old age.
But Zhu Yunxi felt very uncomfortable in his heart, perhaps because he was still young. When people are young, they think life and death are far away from themselves, but it is inevitable that young people will always experience the departure of living people in their lives one by one.
No one can remain indifferent to this feeling.
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The villa outside the capital city was a green place, and the early morning smoke and the white mist in the mountains were intertwined, and the uncles lingered there without dispersing.
Zhu Yunxi didn't bring anyone with him, and slowly stepped on the grass that was still wet from last night's fog, walked through the paths in the village, and came to the courtyard where the old man lived.
There were a few faint coughs in the yard, and the sound of the old man spitting.
He opened the door and saw the old man sitting in the courtyard under the morning light, his rickety body leaning against the pillar of the corridor, weaving a bamboo basket with the bamboo strips in his hands.
"Bring us the scissors!"
The old man was struggling with a stubborn and disobedient bamboo stick. When he heard the footsteps, he thought it was Pu Bucheng who was coming, so he said without raising his head.
Zhu Yunxi looked around, found scissors in a dustpan and handed them over.
With a click, the unyielding bamboo strips snapped obediently, and then became part of the bamboo basket under the squeeze of the old man's big hands.
"Boy, we can't cure you yet!" The old man smiled with satisfaction, suddenly raised his head and said in surprise, "Hey, why are you here if you don't go to court this early in the morning?"
Zhu Yunxi squatted beside the old man, picked up a woven bamboo basket, played with it twice and said with a smile, "My grandson just misses you. Come and see how you are growing up!"
The old man looked at Zhu Yunxi up and down, "You have something wrong!"
"Hey!" Zhu Yunxi sighed softly and hesitated for a moment, "Ling Han... died of illness!"
"Ling Tietou is dead?" The old man put down the things in his hands.
"Yes, he died of illness in his hometown!" Zhu Yunxi sighed slightly, "Before he died, he gave his grandson a lot of advice and said a lot of things!" As he said, he smiled bitterly and shook his head, "When the old man was in Beijing, he was stronger than the young people.
But it won’t work once I return to my hometown..."
"What does his death have to do with you? Are you looking sad?" The old man suddenly interrupted Zhu Yunxi.
Then, the old man glanced at Zhu Yunxi, and pulled out two bamboo sticks, "He is so old, he should have died a long time ago. If he hadn't died, he would have become a god!"
"Human, who can avoid death? You are still young, and you feel uncomfortable if someone you have a good relationship with dies. As I say, there is no need. There will be many people dying around you in the future! Those old people
Don’t Shacai and us all have to die? Oh, if one of you dies, you’ll be unhappy for a few days, and if another one dies, you’ll be unhappy for a few days, then don’t do anything else in the future, it’ll be so damn uncomfortable!”
With that said, he gave Zhu Yunxi a kick and said, "Cut a piece of the rope in the dustpan next to you!"
Zhu Yunxi did as he was told and helped the old man.
"I know, you heard that Ling Han was dead, and you were thinking of us, fearing that something might happen to us!" The old man's fingers were very nimble, and the rope was tied tightly through the bamboo strips a few times, and he continued.
, "Silly grandson, aren't we waiting for that day now? What can we do? We don't want to die but there is nothing we can do about it. People can survive any dangerous situation in this life, but who can do it?"
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 laughed, "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 food 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 Shang 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 previous 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 and will be updated as usual. Thank you all for your tolerance.