Before the crossing, he was born in this place in western Liaoning, in the place of blacksmith tun in Yi County, according to the normal tradition of the Chinese, with an army of 100,000 to return to his hometown, then he must go back to his hometown to see. Heavenly Sounds "." ⒉

But there is a problem here, that is, if you are a descendant, should you worship your ancestors or set up a tablet to be an ancestor yourself?

Wang Dazhuang and Xu Jie really don't understand, how can they stop Lu Hanqiang from wanting to worship in a place called Blacksmith Tun in western Liaoning, now the entire western Liaoning region, what is the situation? The forests are dense, infested with large insects, and tigers, leopards and wolves are in packs.

Wang Dazhuang took Lu Hanqiang's hand, he really didn't worry about letting his brother haunt the tigers, leopards and wolves.

As a result, Lu Hanqiang said: "I have to go to that place, that is the place that I have dreamed of, not only to go, but also to fill all the honor guards, I want to make that place glorious from now on." ”

Lu Hanqiang put the guard of honor so extravagantly for the first time, a team of 3,000 people, the plaque and flag stretched for three miles, Lu Hanqiang was dressed in fresh clothes and angry horses, walking in the forefront of this honor guard, the result made him very frustrated, because there was no road in front of him, while walking, he thought in frustration, in fact, he was too early, and the real northeast was opened, that was three hundred years later, when his ancestors came to the blacksmith tun, it was also four hundred years later, he really came early.

But in any case, the kind of haunting dream, the place where he was born, just like in this world, in this vast universe, there is a call of God, let him involuntarily return to his homeland, that kind of hometown timidity, in real time around his dreams.

Originally, it was too far away from this homeland, and there was no way, but now, it is so close, no matter what, you have to take a look at the land that really gave birth to you, the hometown that you really gave birth to, the mountains and rivers, and the place that haunts your dreams.

Along the way, chattering, talking to the little fat man, how is he on the big tree, diving, how is himself? Swimming in that river, skating in the winter, catching fish in the summer, he can't anyway, the little fat man can understand, he can't understand, he can't understand, just so nervous chatter.

There is no road, it is simply crazy to make yourself, Lu Hanqiang has to wave a knife every time he walks to a campsite, and slashes at all the thorns in front of him, where is my road? Where is my path? Shouting is hoarseness.

And every now and then, the little fat man will hold him.

What else can the little fat man say when he holds him? He thinks his brother-in-law is crazy.

Lu Hanqiang hugged the little fat man and cried: "I can't find my way home, I really can't find my way home, where is my home?" When I can't find my way home, I lose myself, am I in a dream, or is it in my heart? You say, you tell me. ”

So, the next day, Lu Hanqiang still held his bloody hands, wielding his sword and axe with hesitation, and cut through thorns and thorns towards his goal.

It's not about overcoming obstacles, it's about finding home, it's about finding a comfort for the soul, it's a kind of perseverance until death.

The Northeast is too desolate, so desolate that he can't find his way home, when he walks for a day, when Lu Hanqiang discards the machete that has been stained with blood in his hand, he suddenly lies on the thorny road that he can no longer cut and cries, and his brocade clothes are filthy to the point that it is not in shape, he cries in front of the soldiers in the camp: "My ancestors, where are my roots!" Where the hell are you? You have made me worry for the rest of my life. ”

That night, 3,000 soldiers wept together for Lu Hanqiang, silent, full of grief, and the soldiers finally understood one thing, we, as adults, were looking for our roots.

The little fat man finally understood one thing, my brother-in-law, the original roots were all fake, and he is now looking for his roots.

The little fat man hugged his brother-in-law who was crying into a puddle of mud and patted gently: "Brother-in-law, even if it is the abyss ahead, even if it is the universe in front of me, I will find the root for you." ”

The next day, the little fat man was in front, Lu Hanqiang was still wildly brandishing the sickle, still paranoid looking for his way home, at this time, the forest was dense and thorns were everywhere, where was his real home!

Looking for roots, but it is a kind of root that cannot be found at all, it is a kind of desperate and frustrated persistence, Lu Hanqiang cried and shouted, and shouted while moving forward.

The roots of the Chinese are here, and when they can't find the place where they were born, they simply let themselves be at a loss.

The three thousand soldiers began to frantically cut the thorny road for Lu Hanqiang, because they really couldn't stand the sorrow and despair of their commanders.

"No, no, no, to the northwest, open a way for me to the northwest, and that's my way home." Every day, Lu Hanqiang said this to these 3,000 subordinates, and burst into tears.

The little fat man also burst into tears.

Others don't understand, he doesn't need others to understand, he is cowardly, in fact, do you know what Lu Hanqiang wants to do the most? That is, when he returned to his hometown, Blacksmith Tun, what he wanted to see most was that in the three earthen houses, his wife looked at him in front of the earthen house and said to himself: "Come back." ”

At that time, it was no longer a dream, but the reality of the real facts, the change of history of bullshit, what bullshit, I just want to see my mother, my mother!

But as the soldiers wielded machetes to cut through thorns, this kind of family affection became more and more desperate in Lu Hanqiang's heart.

Finally returned to the ditch and ditch called Blacksmith Tun.

The mountains and rivers are still the same, but there are no people, Lu Hanqiang is standing here, looking around blankly, is this the place where I was born and raised? Where are my fathers and mothers now?

When I walked to the place where my home should be, it was just a forest, infested with tigers, leopards, and wolf dogs.

Push people up, when they walk to the original main grave, it is even more of a barren grass, in fact, the history of the old Lu family, in the Qing Daoguang years, he did come too early.

Frustrated, frustrated.

Lu Hanqiang looked around blankly, where are my roots? Where the hell am I? Am I in a dream, or am I dreaming in my heart? Suddenly knelt down in front of the place where it should have been the ancestral tomb, turned his hands to the sky, and shouted with all his might: "I am returning to my hometown, who do I show my brocade clothes to my hometown?" O my fathers and fathers, have you seen my glory? Have you ever seen what I'm doing for this Han family? ”

In a barren grass, the original ancestral land, the rabbit pheasant answered Lu Hanqiang's wail and cried bitterly,

The little fat man really didn't understand Lu Hanqiang's thoughts, and finally according to Lu Hanqiang's request, he used a wooden board to write the tablet of Lu's ancestors, and buried this tablet on a hillside that was so barren that it could no longer be barren, and then looked at the inexplicable Lu Hanqiang to this tablet, bowed three times and bowed nine times, made the most respectful dedication, and promised him that from now on, he would pay tribute at four o'clock, and then carry Lu Hanqiang, who had fainted from crying, and walked back to his camp.

Life goes on, that's everything.