Rusty Wooden Plow

"Sir, you are already the prime minister. As long as you don't insist on reform, none of us will oppose you!" In front of the hospital bed, the middle-aged man in brocade clothes half questioned and half regretted. The man on the hospital bed just shook his head, "Do you know? The old law has been fully restored, and the new law has been abolished. I have told you that everything you do is meaningless." The man on the hospital bed coughed twice weakly, as if he wanted to What to retort, but in the end he could only feebly raise his right hand and wave his palm. The man in the golden suit felt uncomfortable in his heart. "You... Remember" these words were intermittent, and the man came closer to the bed. "The teacher taught us... A sentence before." "Which sentence? There are too many for me to guess.", "Spring plowing, summer working, autumn harvesting, and winter hiding are not..." The man on the sickbed violently Coughing, "The four things are not lost in time, so the grain is endless and the people have enough food." The man in brocade clothes finished the old saying for him, "You want to ask about this year's grain harvest?" "Yes, you and I both know this. I have no family now, and I have no last words. I just hold a fire in my heart. You go and take your people to hide in peace." The man in Jinfu left, and behind him was the sunset that dyed half the sky red. Under the sunset was the blazing ancient city. There was no idle land in the world, and farmers were starving to death.