In the beginning of spring in another year, a touch of yagreen adorns the branches, the flower branches are a few points red, the spring water breaks through the frozen layer and rolls eastward, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the willows are still there.

The route is still the same as the route to the sword capital, but the scenery has changed with the passage of time. Bai Shengpu has been in Jiandu for more than a month, and it was still a cold season before, and everything was silent. And now it is the beginning of spring when everything recovers.

I was in a hurry before, and I didn't have time to enjoy the good scenery along the way, but this time it was an eye-opener for Bai Shengpu. Take a look at it, maybe you won't be able to see this magnificent river and mountain in the future, even if it's to help your father and mother take a look. It's a pity that Yingran's girl is going to be disappointed, Shennan's kid has to protect her!

This time, Bai Shengpu walked, stepping through the mountains and rivers step by step, instead of going to the complicated big towns, he tried to choose the best scenery, or forest streams, or steep cliffs, or rivers, lakes and seas......

One day he passed by a small town, which was barren because of its remote location.

In the south of the town there was a small hill, on the hillside there was an overgrown mound of earth, on which there were many places that had been dented by stones, and in front of the mound there was a stone tablet with two big words written on it: good man. On top of the stele was the saliva that the children had just spit, and it was clear that they had thrown the stones.

And squatting in front of the monument sat a sloppy man in rags, often smirking, children threw stones at the mound that should be considered a tomb, and when spitting, it often affected him, and some children tried to have fun, throwing stones at this big living person, spitting, stupid, don't bully him, bully anyone.

The man didn't care, and let the child do whatever he wanted.

Then the children became even more bold, and once they took up a large stone and threw it at him, and he fell unconscious on the spot, and his head was bleeding, and no one bandaged him, and the children scattered in a panic.

But he survived, only after that, he not only giggled but also hammered his head and slapped the mound.

Bai Shengpu stood behind him, saw his embarrassed and filthy appearance, handed him a suit of clean clothes, helped him wash his body in the river, and helped him re-dispose of the countless bruises and wounds on his head.

Looking at the monument of the good man and the mound of humiliation, Bai Shengpu said softly, "Can you tell me the story?"

The man in clean clothes seemed to choke up a little, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke hoarsely, this should be the first time he had spoken in years.

"A few years ago, there was a sudden outbreak of a plague in this town, and it was so sudden that many people died. The peaceful town suddenly turned into a Shura purgatory, and everyone was terrified. So people looked around for a way to live, that is, to find medicine. At this time, a pharmacy suddenly popped up, and the people who opened the pharmacy were all the big people in the town and some unfamiliar outsiders.

People rushed to buy medicines, not hesitating to spend all their savings, and the pharmacy made a lot of money as a result. But after taking it for a period of time, there was no obvious effect, and it did not delay the plague in the slightest.

At this time, there was such a fool, he also contracted the epidemic, he often went up to the mountains to collect medicine, and regarded himself as the object of the medicine, and after many days and nights, he finally found a cure for the epidemic.

So, he went to appeal to everyone: Don't take those useless medicines, I have a way to make you recover. Everyone tried his prescription with the idea of trying it, and he personally went up the mountain to collect the medicine, but he didn't charge everyone a penny.

After eating for a while, everyone's condition suddenly improved, and everyone gradually began to have a good impression of him.

And while he helped those patients, he touched the interests of those big people, so those big people killed all the people who were very grateful and supported to him in the recovered crowd, and then went to the crowd to publicize: Your condition has improved, thanks to our medicine, and the garbage that person picked up on the mountain has no effect on your condition, otherwise why doesn't he take money?

When everyone thought about it, it was true. So the voices of opposition and insults against him began to appear, more and more, louder and louder. From eighty-year-olds to six-year-olds, they spit on the life-saving medicines he had prepared for them, and some even crushed them with their feet in front of him.

At first, in order to curry favor with those bigwigs in the pharmacy, some people frequently targeted him, smashed his house, threw his boiler, and spat on him. In the back, there are more and more such people, more and more.

As for him, he didn't take revenge on those white-eyed wolves because of this, but in those countless cold nights, lighting a dim yellow oil lamp, looking at the yellowed medical skills, he still had countless scars left on his body when he went up the mountain to collect medicine, but he didn't say a word, and occasionally choked up a few times when he saw me.

Later, he left, and he did not walk peacefully, but died depressed. I buried him in this mound of earth, and the pharmacy sent a tablet with two ironic words written on it: Good man!

I've been here ever since, and for all these years, I can't understand why he's so stupid......? Still...... Often this ...... Talk to me!" Speaking of this, the man choked up a little, as if he recalled past memories, and he was both reluctant and remorseful.

Maybe there are always a lot of good people in the world who are silently doing many things they think are worthwhile, just like the stars in the sky, always twinkling silently, lighting up a piece of the sky, and they are not cared for.

Bai Shengpu sighed, this world is very bad, so there will be so many "fools" who will change all this one after another.

He patted the man on the back gently, "From today onwards, you are not the only one who knows that he is a great man, believe me, this world will not be worse, because there are many people like him in the world." ”

The man's confused gaze began to focus, he stared at the mound in front of him, his eyes were blurred, and he remembered that the fool's surname was Han, and in this town it was treated as an after-dinner joke, and he was also despised by those children as an "unscrupulous doctor".

Bai Shengpu said softly: "He is gone, but we have to pass on the goodwill, even if we can't get people's approval, we should do it, otherwise wouldn't we be sorry for their silent efforts before, we will take over them, continue to flicker in the dark night, until we darken down and cut through the sky, and then the next generation will take over us, in short, we must make this world bright, which is also the meaning of our survival." ”

The man was a little stunned, he had said something like that before.