I opened the Ming Dynasty

"My daughter, I have someone else to recommend to you. This person will definitely be a good match for you." The voice of the Great Emperor Zhenwu was as loud as a bell, echoing in the clouds.

Emperor Zhenwu smiled slightly, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "This person is Jay Chou. You know, Jay Chou is very famous in the world. His achievements and honors are as dazzling as the stars."

Emperor Zhenwu began to talk about Jay Chou's brilliant achievements. "My daughter, listen to me carefully. Jay Chou is a rising star in the music industry. His songs have unique melodies and varied styles, from classical to modern, from hip-hop to folk songs, each of which can touch people's hearts. His concerts are always packed, and his fans are crazy about him. His musical talent is unmatched, and he is a well-deserved music king." Emperor Zhenwu said, while gently swinging his arms, as if playing Jay Chou's melody.

"He also has an outstanding performance in the film industry. The films he starred in, such as "Initial D" and "Secret", all showcased his acting skills and charm. The characters he portrayed in the movies, some handsome and cool, some affectionate and restrained, left a deep impression on the audience. He is a versatile artist who can shine brightly in different fields." The Emperor Zhenwu became more and more excited as he spoke, his eyes full of admiration and expectations for Jay Chou.

However, Mizukage was unmoved. She frowned slightly, with a hint of disdain in her eyes. "Father, the Jay Chou you are talking about may have achieved some success in the world. But in terms of farming, wine tasting, and working, he has a bad record that cannot be ignored."

The tone of the Mizukage was firm and sharp, piercing the enthusiasm of the Great Emperor Zhenwu like a sharp sword. "This Jay Chou knows nothing about farming. He has never set foot on a farmland and does not understand the hard work and joy of farming. How can a person who can't even farm the land appreciate the gift of nature and the true meaning of life? Just like a bird that has never seen the soil, how can it understand the thickness and tolerance of the earth." As the Mizukage spoke, he shook his head with a look of disappointment on his face.

Mizukage straightened up slightly, his eyes revealing a deep understanding of farming. "Father, have you ever really understood the hardships of farmers? That is not something that ordinary people can bear. In the vast fields, farmers get up before dawn every day, carrying farm tools and heading for the land full of hope. They face the morning glow, step on the soil, and start a day's work. In the summer, the sun is scorching, they are sweating profusely, but they still bend over, planting rice seedlings one by one, and turning the soil with a hoe. The scorching sun bakes their backs, as if to dry them out, but they can't stop, because the crops don't wait. In the winter, the cold wind is biting, their hands are frozen red, but they still have to tidy up the land and prepare for next year's sowing."

"Farming is not just a physical effort, but also an expectation and responsibility for the future. Farmers have to pay close attention to weather changes, worry about droughts and floods, and fear that pests and diseases will destroy their hard work for a year. They carefully care for each crop, just like caring for their own children. From sowing to harvesting, every link is full of uncertainty, and they always have a big stone hanging in their hearts. However, when they see the golden ears of wheat and plump rice, the joy on their faces cannot be described in words. This joy is the result of countless days and nights of hard work, and it is a gift from nature to them."

"And those so-called music, like those created by Jay Chou, in my opinion, are nothing but whining without illness. They sing those romantic lyrics on the gorgeous stage, but they don't understand what real life is. They have never experienced the hard work of farmers in farming, and have never felt the hope and strength given by the land. Their music is just to satisfy those empty hearts, and it can't touch the true meaning of life at all."

"What superstars, what superstars, are just empty names. The entertainment industry should return to its original position of the lower nine classes. They are just for entertainment. Compared with the down-to-earth efforts of farmers, they are simply insignificant. Farmers create real value with their own hands. They feed the world, while those people in the entertainment industry are just intoxicated in the illusory world."

"Father, how can a person who can't even plant crops understand the essence of life? How can he become someone worthy of entrusting his life to? What I want is a person who knows how to respect labor and cherish the gifts of nature, not a person who can only sing and dance on the stage."

"When it comes to wine tasting, he has never tasted the fine Niulanshan wine. Niulanshan is the finest wine in the world, with a mellow aroma and soft taste. How can a person who doesn't know how to taste wine understand the fun and romance of life? He is like a person who has never tasted delicious food. How can he know the deliciousness and happiness in the world?" Mizuying's eyes were full of doubt, and her words were like a hammer hitting the heart of Zhenwu Emperor.

Shuiying raised his chin slightly and said more seriously, "Father, you know that Niulanshan is only twelve yuan a bottle. Although the price is not high, it carries the emotions and stories of countless people. Especially for those migrant workers who move bricks on the construction site, Niulanshan is a rare comfort for them after a hard day's work."

"Those migrant workers sweat profusely under the scorching sun every day, using their own hands and strength to build the city's high-rise buildings brick by brick amid the dust and noise of the construction site. Their work is hard and arduous. They start their busy day at sunrise and end their work exhausted at sunset. Their hands are covered with calluses, and their backs are slightly bent by the burden of life."

"After a hard day's work, a bottle of Niulanshan for 12 yuan is their reward for themselves. The rich aroma and soft taste can make them temporarily forget the fatigue of their bodies and the pressure of life. At that moment, they seem to have found a touch of warmth and tranquility in their lives. For them, this is not just a bottle of wine, but also a kind of persistence and hope in life."

"How can someone who has never drunk Niulanshan understand the lives of these migrant workers? He has never experienced the hardship of moving bricks under the scorching sun, the sweat that soaks through clothes, or the helplessness of trying his best to survive. He is like a person living in the clouds, and does not understand the sufferings of the world at all."

"If you have never worked on a construction site, you cannot truly appreciate how hard it is to have a happy life. Those migrant workers know that every penny is hard-earned, and every sip of wine is filled with their sweat and hard work. They know how to cherish and be grateful, because they know that only through their own efforts can they give their families a better life."

"How can a person who has not experienced these things understand the true meaning of life? He may have wealth and fame, but he lacks the most essential understanding of life. He does not know what true happiness is, and does not know the value of struggle. How can such a person become someone worthy of entrusting one's life to? What I want is someone who can understand the hardships of life and know how to cherish happiness, not someone who knows nothing about Niulanshan and the lives of migrant workers."

"As for working, he has never driven a screw on the assembly line in a Dongguan factory. He doesn't understand the hardship of labor and the value of sweat. How can a person who has never experienced working life understand the struggle and persistence of ordinary people? He is like a flower that has never experienced wind and rain, how can he understand the tenacity and indomitable spirit of life." Mizukage's tone became increasingly severe, her eyes fixed on Zhenwu Emperor, as if waiting for his response.

Mizukage straightened up slightly and continued, "Father, do you know what it's like to work on the assembly line in a Dongguan factory? It's mechanical labor day after day. From the first ray of sunlight in the morning to the stars in the sky at night, the workers always stick to their posts. Every day when you enter the noisy factory, you can hear the roar of the machines, like a never-ending war drum, urging people to keep moving forward."

"On the assembly line, the movements must be fast and precise. Any delay will affect the progress of the entire production line. The hands are constantly busy, repeating the same movements, tightening screws, assembling parts. It seems like a simple job, but it requires a high degree of concentration and patience. Standing for a long time makes the legs feel as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and the eyes become dry and painful because of staring at tiny parts for a long time."

"In the summer, the factory is hot and stuffy, like a huge steamer. The sweat soaks the clothes, but we cannot slack off for a moment, because if we stop, we may face the risk of being scolded by the supervisor and having our wages deducted. In the winter, the cold air seeps in through the cracks in the shabby windows, freezing our hands and feet, but the workers still insist on working for the meager salary and for the lives of their families."

"Workers not only have to endure physical fatigue, but also face psychological pressure. Being far away from home, the pain of missing their loved ones lingers in their hearts all the time. Looking at the prosperity of the city, they know that they are just the silent contributors behind this prosperity. They worry about the instability of their work and are afraid of getting sick, so they dare not ask for leave, because every absence may mean losing this hard-earned job."

In that distant foreign land, migrant workers are like drifting seeds, blown to strange places by the wind of life. They leave their hometowns, carrying a glimmer of hope and longing for the future, and embark on a journey full of unknowns.

Behind every migrant worker, there is a family full of worries. The husband bids farewell to his wife, and the wife bids farewell to her husband. The parting scene is always accompanied by endless reluctance and worry. They know that this farewell will be a long wait. In order to give their families a better life, they have to cruelly leave their familiar homeland and go to the challenging city.

Migrant workers come to the city and live in simple dormitories or small rental houses. During the day, they are busy in factories, construction sites, and service industries, and their bodies are under great fatigue. Long hours of work have left their hands covered with calluses, and their shoulders are sore from the heavy burden. They mechanically repeat the same movements on the assembly line, sweating profusely while carrying heavy objects under the scorching sun, and carefully serving customers at their request. Every minute and every second, they are fighting for their lives.

However, physical fatigue is far less than psychological stress. Far away from home, the pain of missing their loved ones is like a chronic poison, corroding their hearts bit by bit. At night, when they lie on the cold bed, loneliness comes like a tide. They think of their wives at home, their gentle smiles and caring eyes, but now they can only emerge in their memories. They miss their children, wondering if they have grown taller and made progress in their studies. They worry about their elderly parents, whether they are healthy and whether there is someone to take care of them.

Every Spring Festival is the moment they look forward to the most. At this time, they can temporarily put down their work and embark on a journey back home. After a long journey, they finally return to their familiar home. The three or five days of reunion with their family are the happiest time of the year for them. The warmth between husband and wife, the laughter of children, and the love of parents make them feel the warmth of home. However, happy times are always short-lived. Soon, they will embark on a journey again and say goodbye to their loved ones.

Life is also full of hardships for women who stay at home. They not only have to take care of children and the elderly, but also shoulder the responsibility of the family. During the day, they are busy with housework and fields. At night, they are alone in the empty room, missing their husbands far away. They worry about their husbands' safety outside, the family's economic situation, and the growth of their children. The left-behind children, who long for their parents' love and company, can only grow up in loneliness. They see other children with their parents' company, and their hearts are full of envy and loss.