But there is one special thing that is very interesting among the people of the Central Plains, that is, the people of the Central Plains have two roots.

A root extends to your feet from your ancestors. This root makes you always remember that you are a person from the Central Plains and cannot do anything that will sorry for your ancestors. It will only bring shame to your ancestors and will not be at peace after your death.

Another root lies with his descendants. He lets the people of the Central Plains know everything they have done, and their descendants will follow suit, harming others and themselves, and ultimately causing endless harm.

The cultures passed down by people in the Central Plains remind themselves not to act recklessly. Some people think about it by asking themselves, can they remember the name of their great-grandfather? What is their great-grandfather’s name? What is the name of the person who passed down the surname of their ancestors first? What is his name?

If you don’t even know what the great master is, it is called forgetting your ancestors and forgetting your ancestors.

If you refer to your descendants, you can't remember your ancestors' names. Can you still expect your descendants to remember your names?

But this doesn't matter, because some people are born, and they can't even do the most basic reproduction task of animals. They are born to enjoy the rest of their lives, and the ending is destined as soon as they are born.

The same is true for Zeng Yunfeng. In various war-torn worlds and in various turbulent situations, he was too afraid of problems with his descendants, and he dared not have his descendants. He took this and that into consideration. He did not expect that the Central Plains nation had stood for 5,000 years. The root cause was that the Central Plains culture was endless.

However, how should the Central Plains culture continue? If one day the bloodline is completely cut off, can it still be said that the Central Plains civilization continues to flow?

When one day there is not a drop of the essence of civilization left behind in the Central Plains, can we still call ourselves the Central Plains nation?

Just like those Japanese and foreigners who snatch the essence of our culture again and again, although we scold ourselves every time, we are heartbroken, but we are not leaving our own culture behind.

When someone picked it up, I realized that this thing was a treasure. If I don’t cherish my own things, I will blame anyone.

The things left to us by our ancestors are both rich and complex, with good and bad things in them.

The people in Xihaigu, who moved out of the vast Loess Plateau in Jintan Village, maintain the purest and most simple heart. Even if some people have some thoughts, they just want to take advantage of it.

Zeng Yunfeng can be very clear that this group of people is the cleanest group of people he has ever seen.

There is no so-called conspiracy or conspiracy. If you scold me, you will be liked. If you hate me, you will be disgusted. There is no conspiracy or conspiracy, and there is no intrigue, because they are relatives, because they are friends, because their bloodlines are connected, because their ancestors have retained the most primitive things of the Central Plains civilization for generations.

They knew clearly that on this wasteland, the world was ruthless.

In the face of disasters and difficulties, what they can rely on and what they can rely on is these relatives and ethnic groups. Therefore, these new people who have known or not known, and some of the farmers who have moved from other places have been accepted and helped one by one.

In life now, whether it is high-rise buildings, houses, or pavilions, the conditions are better, the houses are better, people's accommodation conditions are better, and their living standards are improved, but people's hearts are far away. Is this a social progress? Is this a development of civilization? This has to be lamentable.

Sometimes, we constantly criticize and refute some robber-like logic in Western countries, but we do not find that we are also step by step entering the circle of their logical thinking. We are thinking about problems in their way, we are choosing life in their way, we are choosing to deal with people in their way, and we are using their way as the principle of our behavior and dealing with things.

We have begun to have no bottom line, we can no longer find our former self, and the clear human heart.

Zeng Yunfeng rode a rental motorcycle back to Jintan Village, but saw seedlings of trees like green onions on the roadside.

A middle-aged man was dragging a waterwheel and watering one by one, without any impatience.

"Call Uncle Shui, what are you doing?"

"Oh, it's Yongfu. Isn't the canal broken? I drew some water from the well to water the seedlings. The huh Defu said that when the seedlings grow up, they can become natural protective forests and protect all our fellow villagers and crops." Uncle shouted to Shui and stopped and looked at the seedlings as if they were looking at their own children.

"These saplings are not planted by me. They are all planted by Shuiwa, and they are exhausted. But now I have to take care of these things. As long as I am here, I will find a way to get some water to water them all. This kind of tree is just like being a human being. It takes ten years to plant trees and a hundred years of educating people!" Uncle Shui said while watering.

"I'm calling Uncle Shui, I'm going to talk to you about this. The well digging team has already found it. Look at how many wells you dig at the entrance of the village!"

"Look for it, find it, that's a good thing. Hurry up and find the place. You have to find Defu for this specific matter. Well, this immigration resettlement site has a plan, so you can't dig wells randomly!" Uncle Huo Shu was surprised after hearing this.

"Yes, hurry up and knock this well to save everyone from suffering here. I don't know what it is!" Zeng Yunfeng sighed.

"You are a good baby. You can see things far and have a lot of affection! Shuihua really enjoys his life!"

"Uncle, look at what you said. When we first came, we lived in the village and weren't there any help from the villagers. If we hadn't cleaned up the village, would we be able to live there? People, that's the case. We are neighbors and we are relatives, so how can we not take care of each other?"

"Okay, let's just say that book. When you look back, you'll find the well team. Let's dig a few wells as soon as possible, otherwise you won't know when this day will end!"

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll let Defu go to find you!"

"Okay", Zeng Yunfeng responded and rode his motorcycle back home.

When Zeng Yunfeng returned home, there was no doubt that it was the time for the smell of rice. Whenever Zeng Yunfeng smelled the fragrance of rice, he felt extremely peaceful in his heart. Sometimes the function of home is so simple.

Zeng Yunfeng sat in front of the table and digging the rice. His meal made people feel extremely fragrant. Although the dishes were simple, they were just pickles and some basic potatoes. All the money at home supported the construction of the brick factory.

Zeng Yunfeng felt a little reluctant to let Shuihua take care of him alone.

After dinner, Zeng Yunfeng put down his bowls and chopsticks, took a sip of tea, and said, "Tomorrow, there may be a few people from the well digging team, and they will come back early at that time. Let's get some food to entertain. The well digging team will probably stay here for several days. It's probably good that we'll finish those wells. Thank you for your hard work these days."

Zeng Yunfeng touched Shuihua's face and felt a little sorry for her. A girl who was less than 20 years old, now suffering from hard work in this place and sooner or later became a yellow-faced woman. Zeng Yunfeng really felt sorry for her.
Chapter completed!