The story of peasant gong and elite shou, although in the end the peasant gong was also transformed into a pseudo-elite.
I wanted to write stories about ordinary people. Farmers. Taxi driver. A newspaper vendor.
They all have bad habits, maybe their hair is greasy, maybe they don't like washing their feet. But they deserve my respect more than anyone else. Those who are as low as dust can bloom the most prosperous and beautiful flowers in my eyes.
Lantern party, only broth without meat.
I feel that the whole article has become a piece of useless stuff, completely deviating from the original idea and direction. Although I already had a rough outline of what was to come, I didn't have the courage to complete it. So what follows is going to be a very confusing and even unfinished episode. After finishing it, I will make a major revision of it. I hope everyone will like this article after the revision.