Next to the stone pier at the entrance of the village, Li Yi buried himself in accounting.
The old farmer came back from work, rested on the edge, and took the initiative to chat.
Old farmer: "Young man, are you not from this village?"
Li Yi kept talking: "I passed by here and helped the villagers keep accounts to make a living."
Old farmer: "Almost all the strong men in the village have been conscripted into corvee service."
Li Yi: "No one will take care of the fields?"
Old farmer: "Only the old and weak, women and children are left, unable to do heavy work, and the fields are all barren."
While receiving the villagers who came to keep accounts, Li carved these words on the wooden slips.
The old farmer looked at the wooden slip: "What's the use of writing this down? The government won't read it."
Li Yi: "The history books of princes only record their achievements, and the sufferings of the people should also leave traces."
After hearing this, the old farmer looked at the deserted field silently.
Purpose: Love life