Song Yuanhuanzhi

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

When he hated the intrigue in the officialdom, his wife and children were silently paying for him to have enough to eat,
When he was lamenting that his ambitions were unfulfilled, his wife and children were wasting sweat in the fields.

He was drinking and talking with his friends when his son died.

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

When the opportunity did not give up on him, he ignored the wife and children behind him and cut it off with his own hands, just to preserve the reputation he has always insisted on, and he refused to lose his moral integrity.

Even the 200 taels of relief money was deposited in the restaurant by him.

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, the relative who was crushed by the fetters was almost dead.

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

A good name is added to the body, and the famous scholar circle.

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

But what about his wife and children who have been suffering all their lives, who have never eaten a full day, never worn a good dress, and never enjoyed his good life?

Will future generations remember it?

Will future generations know that his outstanding and independent achievements are stained with five bright red lives?
Before Song Huan left, he gave the old woman the half bag of rice left in the carriage.

The old woman's hands were weather-beaten, the backs of the hands were as rough as old pine bark, cracked one after another, and thick calluses were worn on the palms.

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

She didn't refuse, and stretched out her hand tremblingly, as if she had experienced a long century. When her hand touched the cloth bag, she grabbed it tightly, and the joints seemed to be able to break through the thin layer of skin in the next moment, tremblingly. The action is getting bigger and bigger.

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

She has never been herself in her life.

Parents to enrich people.

All her life, she has followed the female virtue of "following her father at home and obeying her husband when married".

She doesn't say anything about eating bran and swallowing vegetables, marrying a chicken as a chicken, marrying a dog as a dog, everything is fate.

But the lives of her five sons were lost just like that, it was an indelible pain for her!

It was a continuous cut from the bloody heart.

It's killing her...

In her life, the bravest thing she has ever done is to remain silent and make a silent resistance.

On the way back, Song Huan changed from his previous relaxed and relaxed attitude, and became a little listless.

After Fu Yuanzhi had been with Miss Song for so long, he naturally knew that Miss Song was unhappy.

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

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

The old man, you can't just put right and wrong, black and white on him.

As for him, he wants to take care of the world, but he is powerless and can't take care of himself. He wants to take care of the people, but he can't take care of the people or his wife and children.

He is great and selfish.

As far as his articles and poems are concerned, they are undoubtedly aimed at awakening more scholars and criticizing the darkness of the officialdom. His noble heart undoubtedly fills the imperial court, and for the common people, he can also be called great.

It can be said that he is selfish, and he is not bad.

Marry a wife and have children, but never take the responsibility of being a husband and father.

He is a person with ego and no sense of family responsibility. He starts everything from himself and does not take into account the feelings of those around him.

Even if a person is well educated and has lofty ideals, if he lacks a sense of responsibility and a sense of responsibility to 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 sees, she will not be able to accept it.

The status of women is too low, and the consciousness is not awakened enough.

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

Fu Yuanzhi slowed down the speed of the car, said what he was thinking, and said, "Intrigues in the officialdom are inevitable. Seniors just set their expectations too high at the beginning, and then thought the environment was too bad after the contact."

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

So far, he has chosen to embark on a path of escaping from reality and being alone.

Song Huan looked at Fu Yuanzhi, "If it were you, what would you do?"

After a moment of silence, Fu Yuanzhi said, "A small stream, if there is a drought, it will dry up quickly. But if it is a river where many small streams converge, it will not dry up easily.

If more rainwater is added, the river will rise higher and higher, and it will flow through various places and benefit people's livelihood. "

This creek is a metaphor for the person like Yan Zhao or himself. Many creeks are like-minded people, and the rain is the superior.

Combine with like-minded people to form a rope, and then meet Mingjun, this road will one day be bright.

Song Huan asked suspiciously, "The intrigues in the officialdom are all for the purpose of profiting from them. If they get in their way because of you, why don't they block your way?"

"The prosperity of the world is for profit, and the chaos of the world is for profit." Fu Yuanzhi said a meaningful sentence.

Song Huan didn't understand what he meant.

In the whole world, all living beings are running around for their own interests?
Is this directly related to the question she asked?

Fu Yuanzhi smiled.

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

Just like every stream, not all are pure and sweet, clear and transparent, and may also contain various rotten smells and turbid colors. As long as the rivers that converge are clear, you can open your eyes Close one eye.

If he hinders me, let him not hinder me. Of course, there is no lack of using some overt schemes. Humans have weaknesses.

Corrupt officials are treacherous, and honest officials are even more treacherous. The former has "righteousness" in the middle of evil, and the latter has "evil" in the middle of evil.

Everyone has his unique role to play, it depends on how you arrange and use it.

The old man is extremely talented, but lacks experience, his thinking is solidified, and he is conceited. He doesn't know that there is still a detour to take.

Fu Yuanzhi thought, the old man was wrong, he was not like him, nor was he.

He would not put himself and his wife and children in that situation.

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

They also bought some food, which they could eat when they were on their way. They planned to leave Qiancheng in two days and go for a walk in the nearby counties.

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

The old man's son.

He wore a white cloth belt around his head and waist, and stood outside the city gate with a dazed expression.

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

Song Huan immediately jumped out of the car, Fu Yuanzhi was one step behind Song Huan in terms of speed.

Song Huan just stood aside and did not go over to help, after all men and women are different.

Fu Yuanzhi stepped forward to ask about the situation.

Wearing a white cloth belt can only be dressed like this when someone in the family has passed away. Under normal circumstances, one has to wear filial piety, but there is no money for food, so how can there be filial piety?

Unexpectedly, the person who was alive a few days ago was no longer alive in the blink of an eye.