Hill City is not a city, just a small town, a town on a hill. Its real name is mound, the mound of hills.

Qiucheng is a small town near the ancient capital of the Song Kingdom, and it is a fief that is divided into royal bloodlines.

Due to the hereditary system, only hereditary people and families can inherit status and property. Others, over time, slowly metamorphosed into civilians.

So! The desire of our ancestors to shelter their children and grandchildren is good, but it is not all children and grandchildren who really get shelter, but only some children and grandchildren. Even! It also causes disdain for children and grandchildren to fight and kill each other in order to compete for property. At last! The family does not recognize the family and becomes enemies.

Eight hundred years ago was one, actually! In the process of blood fusion for tens of millions of years, everyone in the world is a family.

It's just that! Some philistine people insist on separating your family, my family, and his family, as well as you, me, and him, and stay at a certain cognitive level. Instead of thinking up: the world is a family, and thinking down: you, me, and him are individuals.

Confucius's ancestral home is in this small town called Qiucheng, a very old but not prosperous town.

In today's Qiu City, you can't find the existence of your ancestral home, and there is no one you know. Even the graveyard of the ancestors has become a mass grave.

When the ancestral lineage became a commoner, they were divided and went to the east and west to find a new way of life. The blessings brought by the ancestors are no longer there, and all that remains is the glory of memory.

Going back to the source, it is the royal family of the Song Kingdom. If you want to worship your ancestors, you have to go to the palace of the Song Kingdom and go to the temple to worship. But? At this time, Confucius had not yet reached that status, and the gates of the palace could not be entered.

Thinking about it, the real ancestor didn't know who it was, and Confucius had to give up. Oh, yes! The ancestors who can be traced back to the Song royal family, but what about the ancestors of the Song royal family? And then go back to the source? Who are our ancestors?

If we really compete, we will have a wider range of knowledge. Because! We will see: Chinese people are all family.

If we really think that Chinese people are all family, then open our eyes: everyone in the world is a family. So! The realm is higher and greater.

So? What else do we fight with each other?

We're all family!

Sitting on the hill outside the small town of Qiucheng, Confucius looked at the empty field in front of him and had a lot of thoughts.

Ancestors! Maybe it's for me to look back and think about the future?

I didn't see my ancestors and ancestral hometowns, but I have a remembrance of our ancestors. Remembrance! Remembrance! Then go down to yourself, and then go down to your children and grandchildren......

Zinian and Helian stood far away with their horses, standing behind Confucius. The two didn't speak, just looked at Confucius quietly.

In this quiet atmosphere, Helian restrained her naughty and willful personality, and looked very obedient and sensible.

Zinian is completely different, he has always been a serious and somewhat stubborn person. After the baptism of the military camp and the relationship with Confucius, he became more serious.

For a whole day, from the morning when he came here until the sun went down, Confucius sat there like that, looking into the distance. Sometimes! He burst into tears. Sometimes! He wept bitterly. Sometimes! He cried and laughed. Sometimes! He laughed and cried.

The sun shone obliquely on him, and then slowly changed angles, shining overhead. Further to the west, it turned into a red ball that slowly sank westward. The western sky was dyed red.

After dark, Confucius bowed around a few times before standing up. wiped a handful of tears and calmed down for a while before walking towards Zinian and Helian.

Confucius walked back, his face was as usual, his speech was as usual, and his voice was as usual, as if nothing had happened at all.

In fact! He experienced a baptism of the heart.

"Let's go back!" Confucius waved his arm and said.

Zinian didn't make a sound, just nodded.

"Hmm!" Ha Lian snorted.

The three of them mounted their horses and headed for the town of Qiucheng.

Behind! In the open field, there was a chirping of night birds: "Ah! ……”

Afterwards! Everything is calm again.

The night breeze blows, and the grass shakes.

The branches swayed in the night shadows, giving a bewildering feeling.

When the shopkeeper saw that the three of them had returned, he hurriedly stepped forward and led the horse to the backyard. The shopkeeper stepped forward enthusiastically and asked what he needed.

"Bring me three jars of good wine, within five catties, three pots of pancakes, and five servings of vegetables!" Confucius nodded to the shopkeeper.

"Good!" The shopkeeper agreed, and then instructed the young man: "Let's have three jars of good wine first!" Another pot of boiled meat for the guests to eat! Drink it! ”

Then he turned to greet the three of Confucius: "This way, please!" Please! ”

And then! Lead to the side.

"Where are you from Hakka?" After taking his seat, the shopkeeper asked, "I only came last night, and I went out early this morning, I heard?" Are you going to mass graves? You guys? ”

"It's not a mass grave!" When Confucius heard this, he was very angry. Immediately! Loudly stopped.

"You?" The shopkeeper shuddered.

The big man in front of him looked terrible when he got angry.

"My ancestors are probably buried here! My relatives of the previous generation, and the relatives of the previous generations, may be buried here! Confucius said in a soothing voice.

"You? You? Are you here to find your ancestors? The shopkeeper asked.

"Hmm!"

"May I ask your ancestor?"

"Me?" Confucius didn't want to say it, but he still said his identity.

"We're still a family! We! I? My ancestors! It also originated from the Song Dynasty......"

"You?"

"Listen to you! We are still the same ancestors! You're an uncle! I'm a nephew! ......" the shopkeeper told him who he was.

"Oh?"

"There are only the mayors of the town, who have hereditary titles and still live in the town. Others! They all moved out of town and went their separate ways. The shelter of our ancestors has long since left us. The rest! Only the glory aura of the ancestors......"

Speaking of these, the shopkeeper was excited and full of emotion.

"Come, come, come! Serve! I'm in for a treat! The shopkeeper greeted the young man.

Speaking of the mayor of Zhenyi, this made Confucius, Zinian, and Helian dare not compliment. Of course! It's not the mayor of the hill town, but! The mayor of the town he met along the way.

These mayors, probably the same as the mayors of Qiu Town, are hereditary titles. They may or may not be the descendants of other heroes. But! They all have one virtue: they are corrupted.

Because they have been hereditary for generations, they have always lived a rich and decadent life in their memories, they do not know the suffering of the common people, they do not sympathize with their subordinates, and regard their way of life as the true meaning of life and the rules of society......

And their kindred, those who did not inherit the title, also repeat history: slowly reduced to the common people.

(End of chapter)