The Wheat Is Ripe Again: an Encounter over Two Thousand Years

Mai Niang has only killed two chickens in her life. The first one was given to her husband who went out to seek an official position, and the second one was given to herself. Before she died, she said to her son: "In the future, if you meet a desperate person, just give him a stutter." The son didn't take it seriously. Ji placed a water jar on the roadside and kept it there for thirty years. No one knew who he was waiting for. On the day Heifu was captured, he carried the wooden slip carved by his mother in his arms, and he could not send it back until his death. Tugen spent five years waiting for a guest who broke his promise. When he arrived, he said, "Business is all about trust." Ah He gave birth to a child in a ruined temple and remembered that person for the rest of his life. What was that person's name? She didn't ask. Sixty-eight people, two thousand years. They just passed each other at a certain intersection, by a certain well, or in a certain ruined temple. Someone passed a bowl of porridge, someone shared half a bowl of noodles, someone pointed a way, someone said a word. Then they went their separate ways and never saw each other again. They didn't know how that line was passed down. But it has been passed down for two thousand years. This book is not about heroes. It's the person you meet while walking on the road.