Du Fu was sitting on the ground among a group of people, looking at the bleak autumn moon, feeling sad that all life was in ruins. The people were in dire straits, but he listened to the people around him talk about ghosts and ghosts.
Citizen A: "How far is it before we are under the rule of mountain ghosts?"
Citizen B: "We'll be there in two days' walk."
Citizen A: "That's great. Once we get settled in the ghost town, I will take my parents over."
Du Fu's head was full of questions, so he asked his fellow villagers.
The answer is that the mountain ghost was born and occupied a city. The first bunch of wheat in the ghost city contained hundreds of seeds, and the grains were full.
The mountain ghost has a magical object. If you put wheat into it, you can get some steamed buns. No manpower is needed.
The ghost town is rich, the grain production is worth thousands of gold, the wheat fields are as vast as the sky, and the golden wheat is piled into mountains. Children can go to school, and the elderly are well supported.
My name is Li Tao. One moment I was at the comic exhibition, and the next moment I was in Shihao Village. Yes, it was the Shihao Village in Du Fu's poem.
The mountain ghost reported outside is me.
There was chaos outside, and I relied on the village chief system to thrive.
At this time, it was still six years before the Anshi Rebellion ended.
Purpose: All people are not ants
