The Stone Age at the End of the Desert

Book Title: "The Stone Age at the End of the Desert" Introduction: Ninety-nine-year-old Yang Yongge is a lonely old man guarding a box full of banknotes. When he was young, in order to wait for the sentence "I will marry if I save 100,000 yuan", he lived his life like a piggy bank until the girl followed someone else and money became his only companion. One day, he drove a modified RV into the desert of Xinjiang, hoping to end his life quietly here. But after a moment of spin, the RV crashed into the primeval forest - surrounded by tribesmen wrapped in animal skins and holding stone axes, kowtowing to his "iron house". My hands, which have spent a lifetime repairing shoes and playing with machine tools, are now clutching the reading glasses in their pockets. The anvil, wrench, and old books in his back bucket suddenly became "gods": the anvil produced the first piece of iron, the wrench became a plow for plowing, and even the "Book of Songs" became a textbook for teaching them how to speak. When the tribal girl used a bone hairpin to carve the word "Yang" on the animal skin, and when the first scent of millet porridge floated out of the clay pot, Yang Yongge touched his calloused hands and suddenly understood: money will rust when put in a box, but the days of teaching them writing, iron smelting, and grain growing will sprout in the wind. This old man who had guarded his money all his life began to "squander" his fortune in the Stone Age - exchanging his craftsmanship and gentleness for the rising smoke and poetry of the tribe. He did not die in the desert, but lived as a name carved into a totem during the Stone Age.