The first thing Song Huan saw was not how great this hermit was, but how bitter his wife and children were behind him.

When he was disgusted with officialdom and deceit, his wife and children were silently paying for him to be fed.

When he lamented that his ambition had not been rewarded, his wife and children were squandering sweat in the fields.

While he was drinking and having fun with his friends, he was talking about his son when he died.

When he was sad, the people around him were getting farther and farther away from him.

When the opportunity did not give up on him, he disregarded his wife and children behind him and cut it off with his own hands, just to save the reputation he had always adhered to, and refused to lose his morale.

Even the two hundred taels of silver were deposited by him in the wine shop.

He was alone, freed from the fetters of the dust net, and cultivated his noble personality, but he forgot to turn around and look behind him, and the relatives who were crushed by the fetters were already dying.

He is a poet who loves a life of ploughing, and a hermit who loves himself in seclusion in the countryside.

The name is added to the body, and the fame is in the circle.

When he is famous for eternity, future generations will only remember how great and noble he is, so that he will stand in the history of literature for thousands of years.

But what about his wife and children who have suffered all his life, have never eaten a full day, have not worn a good clothes, and have not enjoyed a good day of his life?

Will posterity remember?

Will future generations know that his outstanding achievements were stained with five lives in scarlet?

Before leaving, Song Huan gave the old woman the only half bag of rice left in the carriage.

The old woman's hands were weather-beaten, and the backs of her hands were rough like the bark of old pines, and they were cracked, and thick calluses were worn out on the palms.

There seemed to be a tear in her cloudy eyes, but in the blink of an eye, it was gone.

She didn't refuse, her hand trembled and stretched out, as if it had gone through a long century, and when her hand touched the cloth bag, she grabbed it violently, and the bone joints seemed to be able to break through the thin layer of skin in the next moment, and the trembling movements became bigger and bigger.

She didn't say anything, but the hands said everything for her.

She has never lived her life in her life.

The life of the parents, the words of the matchmaker.

She has been following the female virtue of "following her father at home and marrying her husband" all her life.

She doesn't say anything about eating bran vegetables, marrying a chicken with a chicken, marrying a dog with a dog is everything.

But the lives of her five sons are gone, and it is a pain that she can never erase!

It was a constant cut from the bloody heart.

Are you asking for her life......

The bravest thing she has ever done in her life is to be silent and silently resist.

On the way back, Song Huan changed from his previous ease and comfort, and was a little listless.

Fu Yuanzhi has been with Miss Song for so long, he naturally knows that Miss Song is unhappy.

He was the first to break the silence, "What is Miss Song thinking?" ”

Song Huan took a deep breath, and then said, "I think about everything, but I can't say anything, I don't know where to start." ”

Old man, you can't directly put the black and white set of right and wrong directly on him.

As for him, he wants to take care of the world, but he can't do anything and can't take care of himself, he wants to take care of the people, but he can't take care of the people and the wife and children of one of them.

He was great and selfish.

On his articles and poems alone, it is undoubtedly to awaken more readers, but also to attack the darkness of officialdom, his noble heart is undoubtedly filled with the court, for the people, can also be called great.

can be said to be selfish, but he is not bad.

A wife and a child have not taken on the responsibilities of a husband and a father for a single day.

He is a person who has no sense of family responsibility and starts from himself and does not take into account the feelings of the people around him.

Even if a person is rich and has lofty ideals, if he lacks a sense of responsibility and a sense of responsibility for his family, his soul will be incomplete after all.

If the products of this era are all like this, she feels that no matter how much she watches, she will not be able to accept it.

The status of women is too low, and the ideological awakening is not enough.

If the old woman has the courage to leave, letting the old man write a letter to release his wife is also another life, another possibility.

Fu Yuanzhi slowed down the speed of the car, said what he thought, and said, "It's inevitable that the officialdom will cheat me, the seniors just set their expectations too high at the beginning, and after contact, they suddenly thought that the environment was too bad." ”

Of course, the conceited and upright temperament may be the biggest reason why he can't live in that environment.

At this point, he chose to embark on a path of escapism and solitude.

Song Huan looked at Fu Yuanzhi, "If it's you, how are you doing?" ”

Fu Yuanzhi was silent for a moment before he said, "A small stream, if there is a drought, it will dry up quickly. But if the river is a river with many streams, it will not dry up easily.

If more rain is added, the river will rise higher and higher, and it will flow through all parts of the country and benefit people's livelihood. ”

This stream is a metaphor for Yan Zhao's person or himself, many streams are people in the same way, and rain is the superior.

Combined with the people in the same way, twist into a rope, and then meet Mingjun, this road will have a bright day.

Song Huan asked suspiciously, "The officialdom is all deceitful because they want to profit from it, what if they block your way because you are in their way?" ”

"The hustle and bustle of the world is all for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit." Fu Yuanzhi said a meaningful sentence.

Song Huan didn't understand what he meant.

Under the whole world, all living beings, aren't they just running for their own interests?

Is this directly related to the question she asked?

Fu Yuanzhi smiled.

The biggest and greatest benefit in this world is indeed money, but it is not just money.

Just like every stream, not all of them are pure, sweet, clear and transparent, and there may be all kinds of rotten stench, turbid colors, as long as the river is clear, then you can turn a blind eye.

If he blocks me, then he can't stop me, of course, there is no shortage of using some yang schemes, people, all have weaknesses.

Corrupt officials are traitors, and clean officials should be even more traitorous, the former is evil with "good", and the latter has to be "evil" in the middle.

Everyone has their own role to play, it depends on how you arrange to use it.

The old man is extremely talented, but he lacks experience, his thinking is solidified, and his conceit is high, and he doesn't know that there is a circuitous road to go.

Fu Yuanzhi thought, the old man was wrong, he was not like him, and he was not him.

He wouldn't let himself and his wife and children get into that situation.

After the two returned to the inn, they bought some local specialties that could be used as souvenirs, which they could take back to Adi.

They also bought some food, which they could eat when they were in a hurry, and they planned to leave Qiancheng in two days and go for a walk in the nearby county seat.

On the day they left, Song Huan and Fu Yuanzhi saw an unexpected person.

The son of the old man.

He wore a white cloth belt around his head and waist, and stood outside the city gate in a trance.

He knew Fu Yuanzhi's mule cart, and he slowly came to the cart and knelt down.

Song Huan immediately jumped out of the car, Fu Yuanzhi's speed was not comparable to Song Huan, one step later.

Song Huan only stood aside and did not go over to help, after all, there is a difference between men and women.

Fu Yuanzhi stepped forward to ask about the situation.

Wearing a white cloth belt will only have this kind of dress when someone in the family dies, and under normal circumstances, you have to wear filial piety clothes, but there is no money for eating, how to come to filial piety?

Unexpectedly, the person who was alive a few days ago disappeared in the blink of an eye.

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