I want to be a good person

There are few pedestrians on the road, unless it is a country market, where it is chaotic and it is safer to stay at home.

The copper bell on the three-year-old mule's neck goes ding-ding-ding.

On the cart, there was a shed and a bag of sorghum, soybean and corn mixed feed.

He changed into a straw hat, a short jacket, and a pipe stuck diagonally in his belt.

"Shaokang, what are you doing?"

The two old men were inevitably curious when they saw the brand new outfit, so they walked a little fast.

"Master, the little devils' stuff is uncomfortable to wear. It's unbearable for a long time. It's safer for us to take the village road. My master's wife shouldn't get dizzy riding a mule cart. We killed more than a dozen devils in case there are checkpoints on the road."

"Well, Shaokang's words are very wise, very good."

There was gratitude in the master's wife's eyes, and there was light surging. When a dead heart meets a kind heart, she will not remain indifferent.

Old Li looked at his wife, sadness already weighing on his heart. The pain of losing a son in old age, the two of them were all alone.

Zhang Aiguo did not ask any questions. He would tell what he needed to say naturally. There was no need to expose the scars.

Pain only feels deep and unforgettable when it falls on the body.

Different people have different perceptions of the ups and downs of life!

The feelings of different classes are even more different, which is why the great man proposed the mass line, which is to go where you come from.

They carefully helped the two men onto the mule cart. The thin bedding and straw mats showed that much thought had gone into it.

As for whether or not you have selfish motives, how can you escape this?

Dedicate yourself to others?

I can't even do it for myself, as I'm always troubled by my parents, wife, and children.

Whoever believes it will know!

"Master, do you smoke?"

Zhang Aiguo handed over a box of cigarettes.

"Don't smoke."

Old Li waved his hands and then remembered something.

"Give me a cigarette, try it."

It is always better to smoke ordinary cigarettes than opium.

He handed over a Daqianmen cigarette and lit a match.

Old Li took a deep breath.

“Cough, cough, cough.”

He inhaled so hard that he choked, then exhaled a puff of smoke and saliva.

"If you don't know how to smoke, then don't smoke. You are too old."

The master's wife complained, her concern evident in her words.

A companion is someone who will accompany you in your old age.

"There are only a few years left. The sooner you go, the less worries you'll have. Why bother yourself with all that? You should live for yourself for two days."

Old Li said dejectedly.

The negative emotion value is maxed out.

Zhang Aiguo sighed in his heart, saying nothing, it seemed like there was nothing much to say.

How can a person live a long life without worries about food and clothing, be heartless, not reflect on himself or regret his mistakes, have few thoughts, no internal consumption, and be free from worries?

To achieve the above, Zhang Aiguo will become a winner in life and achieve his ultimate goal.

But it has always been the case that we make up for what we lack, ordinary people and an imperfect society.

"Master and Madam, I will be here for you from now on. We have to look forward, don't you agree?"

Zhang Aiguo was making small talk. The sun was blazing hot above his head, and the lonely, cold air was condensing on the cart.

Old Li knows that holding it in is not good. In traditional Chinese medicine, it is called Qi stagnation. Once it is caused, everything will end. Life can be good, but if it is half-dead, it will make people suffer.

"Shaokang, you have too many aliases. I'm afraid they are not your real names."

"Master, you have a good eye. Hey, to make a living, you need to have an identity. The world is not good, and there are too many bad people."

Old Li's cigarettes had long been thrown away by the old lady while complaining, and now he was drinking water from a kettle.

A warm breeze blew over, gently caressing Zhang Aiguo's face, and his sweat beads reflected the strong summer light.

"Master's wife, you should drink some water too. It's a bit hot."

Three palm-leaf fans were fanning intermittently, driving away mosquitoes and flies.

"Shaokang, where are we going?"

"Master, this is what I thought. Let me tell you in advance. Please bear with me for not telling you."

Zhang Aiguo's attitude was respectful. He saved himself and accepted the favor. He should repay the drop of kindness with a spring, only then can he be a real man.

The two old men looked at each other and nodded.

There are many disciples, but not many of them are actually useful. Each of them has his own things to do, and either they are unable to get away or they have encountered a disaster.

"You are filial. I have saved countless lives and done good deeds throughout my life. But I have ended up like this today. Could it be that the sins of my previous life have not been offset?"

"Master, I don't blame you. It's the world that is not good. It's the devils who caused this disaster. It's a universal disaster."

"To be honest, I have fought in the battle to defend the capital. Without the Japs, life would have been much better."

"Shaokang, if there are no Japanese devils, there will be Western devils. There are also Russians in the north, watching us covetously."

How to survive, or to be forever governed?

As the center of the world for 5000 years, who dares to relax and let it go?

"I think we can go to Shanghai first, and then take a boat to Haojiang. There is no war there. I have a home there. If you go there, you can help me take a look, okay?"

Old Li lowered his head and thought about it, then looked back at the road he had traveled, feeling sad.

It is hard to leave the hometown. Without an anchor, the lonely lamp will be blown away by the wind.

Oh, let’s go, out of sight, out of mind.

"go."

There was an indescribable loneliness and reluctance in his voice.

The carriages move slowly, and the feeling of separation is strong.

The old man, the old lady, the mule cart, and the traitors along the way did not cause any trouble.

The way he dresses is not like that of ordinary people. In front of the ocean, no one can resist its charm. Everything depends on money.

Good citizen certificate, road donation, horse and vehicle donation, Zhang Aiguo also paid several donations for feces. Why did he pay? Mules urinate and defecate anywhere. It is entirely voluntary whether to pay or not. You can choose not to pay and stay where you are.

"I haven't been out for a long time, why is it like this now?"

As Old Li spoke, he shook his head with emotion.

"It's worse than the early years of the Republic of China, when the Japanese invaders came?"

Zhang Aiguo did not respond immediately after hearing the question. After careful consideration, he said responsibly, "The sufferings of the world are all the same."

"This? People have lost hope, the government has lost hope, what has happened to the world?"

"The situation is so serious that it is difficult to recover. The disease is incurable."

Zhang Aiguo doesn’t say much, but his words are brief and to the point. What can he say?

They are not painters, but they are just playing with emotions, talking in high-sounding terms, and flattering each other. It's stupid.

Development, development is in vain, the housing prices in the government...

"Master, let's find a big station and buy train tickets. It's better to take the train."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work along the way. Master's fortune is all in your care. You decide."

Four large yellow croakers, four small yellow croakers, and 500 silver dollars in cash, which was Lao Li’s retirement money, were all given to Zhang Aiguo.

Every move was full of trust, and it was this trust that moved Zhang Aiguo's heart.

For the two old people, every day they live is a day longer, as there is nothing to be nostalgic about in this world.

The two were curious about where the money had gone. The traitors searched many times but couldn't find it.

"How are the housing prices? Have you bought a house? Is it big enough to live in?"

"It's enough. I need to rest in Shanghai first before going to Haojiang. I'm afraid Master and his wife can't handle the constant traveling."

"Okay, I'll listen to you. I heard there's a housing shortage in Shanghai. You're pretty foresighted."

"Hehehe."

Zhang Aiguo laughed dryly.

Housing shortage in Shanghai?

To borrow a quote from writer Ke Ling: "In fact, there is no housing shortage in Shanghai. Ordinary people have no place to live, while high-ranking officials and dignitaries have huge houses. The only thing that is lacking is that ordinary people have no gold bars."

Why do things that have already passed keep reappearing?

There are similarities between human nature and institutions.

As long as human nature of greed, selfishness, ignorance and short-sightedness remains unchanged, time and space will inevitably be disordered and the cycle will repeat itself.

Past, present, Future!