Prologue The boy who returned home
On the bus, a sturdy young man appeared. He was about 27 or 28 years old. He was wearing a pair of washed white trousers, which showed his poor family background.
Standing in the car, I looked around and saw a deserted field. Only some rice was planted near the river, and some women, covered in mud and water, were working in the fields.
Looking along the road, we saw a group of children playing hide and seek, but looking at the mud and water on their bodies, it was not difficult to see that they had just come out of the fields.
The old people were sitting under the tree, unwilling to drink even a cup of low-quality tea, and they did not forget to tell the children twice to read and study more.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of my hometown. In the water village with thousands of households, I couldn't see many men.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
A young man in his twenties walked out from behind Wang Yang. He saw his cousin standing at the door of the bus and had not seen any movement for a long time. He couldn't help being curious and asked.
"Nothing, I just haven't been back for a long time and wanted to see our hometown."
"Come on down, the car is about to leave."
Hearing the driver's call, although Luo Jian couldn't bear it, he had to interrupt his cousin's visit to his hometown and said.
Wang Yang got off the bus and watched the bus leave, unable to look away for a long time.
"I remember that during the Chinese New Year, we could still see a lively market on the side of this road in the village. At that time, we could still see many men."
"Yes, during the Chinese New Year, everyone came back. At that time, the streets and roads were full of men shouting.
However, now that January has just passed, everyone has gone to big cities to work, so naturally there are not many people around."
Luo Jian sighed.
"An old man does not only care for his relatives, nor does he only have a son for his son. The old will be able to die, the strong will be useful, the young will be able to grow, and the widowed, widowed, lonely, disabled, and sick will all be provided for."
Wang Yang recalled a famous saying by Confucius in the Book of Rites.
"Life spans a hundred years, and the goal is nothing more than to have someone to support the old, teach the young, and support the young." Unfortunately, society is developing, and young people from rural areas are flocking to the city, and the distance from this goal is getting closer and closer.
It's getting further and further away.
It is becoming more and more difficult for men in rural areas to get married. Ten years ago, Shuicun was a large village with thousands of households. Today, ten years later, there are almost no people.
Chapter completed!