Salt Soul Black Well Three Hundred Years

A black well boils out white salt; a family of five generations keeps its roots and soul. From the chaotic times of the early Qing Dynasty to the turmoil of the Republic of China, three hundred years of ups and downs have passed. The Lu family has taken root in Heijing, Yunnan for generations, living on salt, taking soil as its root, and establishing its destiny with its heart. They do not pursue fame or wealth, nor do they admire prosperity. They only keep a well, a fire, and a duty to neither deceive the heaven nor the earth. Dynasties will change, the world will change, and people's hearts will change, but the brine of Heijing remains unchanged, and the persistence of the Lu family remains unchanged. Salt is as white as the heart, wells are as deep as roots, and people are as stable as mountains. This is a history of salt hidden deep in the mountains, and a legacy written in the world of fireworks. What has been boiled for three hundred years is not the salt, but the blood and nostalgia of the family; what is guarded is not the well, but the homeland and soul carved in the bones of the Chinese people. Thank you for opening "Three Hundred Years of Salt Soul and Black Well". There are no earth-shattering hegemonies or bloody battles in this book. There is only a salt well hidden in the mountains of Yunnan, a family that has been guarding it for five generations, and a quiet and down-to-earth three hundred years. The people of the Lu family, generation after generation, keep not only the salt, but also their duty; they keep not only the salt, but also the people's hearts; they pass on not only the family business, but also the roots. If the salt is white, the heart cannot be black; As long as the well is there, the family cannot be separated; As long as the earth remains, the soul will not perish. When I write about Heijing, I write about the epitome of countless Chinese rural families—— In the storm of the times, do not be arrogant, do not bow your head, and do not give up. Guard your own world, boil the days into fireworks, and live with perseverance into inheritance. I hope that when you close the book, you can remember this scent of salt coming from the depths of the mountains. Remember that simplicity