Poor Boy

The Dayan Dynasty had been established for a hundred years, and although it was peaceful on the surface, it was beginning to decay. Shen Mingyuan from Liuhe Village didn't know this. All he knew was that on the day when the rent was paid, the yamen servant kicked the dendrobium tree, and the filled grain sank a little. The old farmer did not dare to say a word, and his father scooped up a few more spoons in silence. He stood in the crowd with a tight chest. He was nine years old that year. His family was too poor to go to the county school, so he took his sister to cut grass and feed cows every day. Not resigned to his fate. I heard that there was a lame old hunter in the back mountain. He struggled for a year, from being scolded to "get lost" to being told to "come in and sit down." One taught him to hunt and the other taught him to read. Reading "The Analects of Confucius" under an oil lamp, chasing hares in the mountains - he walks two roads alone. Later, he had four companions who could be trusted to support him, and he walked from Liuhe Village to Pingyang County, and from the county captain to the court. Someone asked him: What is the purpose of reading? "To stop that foot," he said. The storm is coming. The world is not for one person, but he wanted to try how far a native farmer could go with a sincere heart.