Humanity emerged from primitive beginnings and became civilization.
Whether one bows respectfully to the gods or tills the fields, whether one is a king, marquis, general, or minister, or an ordinary commoner, all are part of the people, each a drop in the long river.
But, my friend, without these countless ordinary people, would the rise and fall of nations, the cycles of order and chaos, victory and defeat, amount to anything at all?
Golden millet in abundance can fill the granaries.
If the common people do the labor, what will the officials eat?
Golden wheat in abundance can feed ten thousand households.
If the common people do the farming, how can our nation prosper?
The road ahead is coming into view. Hardships have been overcome, but Heaven and Earth have yet to find their balance.
Because this is what I wrote.