Planting Mountains and Rivers

In the first year of Zhongping, the Yellow Turbans burned the sky, and the Han Dynasty's 400-year-old foundation was on the verge of collapse. Chen Ping traveled to this point with no golden fingers or system, only a pair of eyes from two thousand years in the future. He saw white bones exposed in the wild, and there were no roosters crowing for thousands of miles. He saw hundreds of living people, and the thought of them was heart-breaking. He saw jackals and tigers in the sky, and the Central Plains was stained with fishy blood. . . When others travel through the Three Kingdoms, they want to compete for the world. What he was thinking was - why is this world like this? From a county ranger to a hero in the history books step by step, from being alone to stirring up the world. I don't want to chase deer, I just want the ground under my feet to be human and the people around me to live. Chen Ping wanted to tell those people that people are human beings, not animals. Chen Ping knew it was right, and he also knew that this sentence alone would not change anything. The sky was gray in the late Eastern Han Dynasty. But he planted it anyway. ——Those who plant mountains and rivers must first sink their roots into the soil.