Chapter 541 At the foot of Lushan Mountain, a lonely grave


    ?Under Deer Mountain, next to the stream, behind the wooden house, there is a solitary grave.


    The grave is new, the soil is new, and the monument is new, but the old people are no longer there.


    Even Fei Qian doesn’t know what Uncle Fu’s original name was, where his hometown is, and whether there are other people in the family. These are all accompanied by a handful of loess and will never be known to anyone.


    Fei Qian sat in front of the monument, silent.


    ?This world is very big, with tens of millions of people. The death of any person will not have the slightest impact on this world, even if it is a great person.


    ?The world is small, and everyone is lonely. The only thing that can prove the importance of living in this world is one''s own relatives, that''s all.


    ?In the wooden house, Pang Tong, Zao Zhi and others are still there. They helped to build this lonely grave of Uncle Fu.


    In the Han Dynasty, heavy burials cost tens of millions of dollars for the most serious ones, and at least one hundred thousand for the lighter ones. One of the main reasons why Fei Qian fell into poverty before was that both of Fei Qian''s parents died, so he had to sell his property for burial. Otherwise, , will inevitably end up with a reputation of being unfilial.


    ?At that time, Fei Qian was still in a coma, and the only one working hard at home was Old Uncle Fu. For Fei Qian, Old Uncle Fu was more important than family, but just when Fei Qian had achieved some success, Old Uncle Fu simply slept in the ground without any ceremony.


    God is always so cruel. When you are still walking forward happily, you turn around and find that the elders in your family have wrinkles on their faces. Then after taking a few steps, you look back and find that they have become rickety. Now, when Fei Qian returned here again, he discovered that the figure that seemed to have been standing by his side forever was no longer visible...


    It hurts so much that I am speechless. It hurts so much that I have no tears.


    ?Although everyone can understand Fei Qian''s feelings for Uncle Fu, no matter what, Uncle Fu is still a servant after all, and of course cannot be compared with the members of the noble family. Many servants from aristocratic families were sent to mass graves outside the city with a roll of mat or, better yet, a thin coffin. Like Uncle Fu, he could be buried in a good place with mountains and rivers behind him, but most people were looking at Fei Qian''s face.


    ?Fei Qian, who came from later generations, did not necessarily have the concept of a grand burial. He just felt that his heart was in a mess and was very uncomfortable.


    Fei Qian sat in a daze, not paying attention to his home.


    Suddenly, an old hand touched Fei Qian''s shoulder. Fei Qian subconsciously called Uncle Fu, but when he looked back, it was Mr. Pang De.


    Fei Qian wanted to stand up and bow down, but was held down by Pang Degong.


    An attendant had already set up a bench and placed some commemorative items in front of the tombstone. Then he withdrew, leaving the space for Pang Degong and Fei Qian.


    ?The stream is gurgling behind you, the clouds are rolling in the sky, and the wind is dancing in the treetops.


    Although Uncle Fu''s death was too sudden, for me, when I arrived at Lushan, I didn''t go to visit my teacher Pang Degong immediately. Instead, I sat here and let Pang Degong come down the mountain to me. No matter from any angle, it was... It was his fault in etiquette. Therefore, although Pang Degong stopped Fei Qian from prostrating, Fei Qian still said: "...Pang Gong! Disciple is rude..."


    ?? Pang Degong waved his hand. For this kind of etiquette, Pang Gong didn''t value it very much. Instead, he paid more attention to Fei Qian''s feelings for Uncle Fu. That''s why he came down from Lu Mountain himself.


    "Human beings are born and go to death. No one is immune." Pang Degong said slowly.


    ?Fei Qian nodded and said yes. Fei Qian naturally understands this truth, but for Fei Qian, in addition to the emotions that are better than those of family members, Uncle Fu is the first person he sees in this world, like a beacon, and now, The signpost is missing. The sudden feeling of loneliness and abandonment was like a tide, flowing into my heart uncontrollably.


    People have emotions.


    Fei Qian had never traveled through time before, and he did not know how quickly and decisively other time-travelers abandoned their original parents, wives, children, and every bit of their original lives, and threw themselves into the great revolution without hesitation, killing people without blinking an eye. Even if he sets a fire, he won''t even frown...


    Fei Qian thought that he had forgotten all about the future generations and had already devoted himself to this new world. However, he did not expect that Uncle Fu''s death made him completely realize that he would never have any contact with the future generations from now on. .


    The most important point is that Fei Qian suddenly realized that Uncle Fu''s death was like a sign. From then on, in this chaotic world that was about to unfold, there might be more people, especially relatives and friends he knew. , will also die suddenly like Uncle Fu...


    Even including oneself. This feeling is even more powerless than when Feiqian faced death alone in Hangu Pass.


    ??In the following time, the struggle for hegemony among the princes was no joke. Cao Cao''s son died in the battle, and Liu Bei even abandoned his wife and children as if they were just playing. Sun Quan even imprisoned his brother''s widow for life without mercy...


    ?As for myself, can I be mentally prepared for this? In other words, can I be so willing to do this?


    “Pang Gong, is it right or wrong for Taizu to share the soup?”


    Pang Degong looked up at the sky and said: "The mother of the mountain people passed away three years ago. There are many people in the clan who persuade me to renew my string, but I all refuse..."


    Although Fei Qian didn''t know what Pang Degong wanted to express by changing the topic, he still said: "Pang Gong is so affectionate and kind, and his disciples admire him and envy him."


    "Humans are not grass and trees, how can they be ruthless?" Pang Degong looked at Fei Qian and said meaningfully, "I am lazy and have no intention of writing documents, so I put my love in the mountains and rivers and indulge in indulgence to spend my remaining years."


    "However, this old man''s selfishness is based on the Pang family...I am also a guilty person." Pang Degong said slowly, "I have no branches and leaves, and I have no honor to shadow my descendants. The Pang family''s children have many complaints... "


    "This..." Pang Degong changed so fast that Fei Qian couldn''t keep up with the rhythm for a while.


    Pang Degong continued: "On the top of the mountain, you can watch the sunset and the clouds are rising; when you sit on the edge of the sea, you can watch the fish jumping and the waves; the scenery is unique."


    Pound tapped his staff on the ground, and then said: "Idiot, you have to find out what is right and what is wrong. If you just linger, you will lose both."


    After saying that, without waiting for Fei Qian to react, he patted Fei Qian on the shoulder again and went straight back to Lushan.


    This Lord Pang De is really...


    Fei Qian sighed.


    I don''t know how long it took, but Fei Qian suddenly called someone to bring in pen and ink, and added the word "Fei" above "Uncle Fu" on the tombstone, and then wrote "Unfilial Nephew Fei''s Qianli" below it. Then people would build a new monument in this style and erect it.


    The servants of the Pang family followed the order and left.


    Fei Qian stood silently in front of the monument. Once here, Uncle Fu accompanied him, found his own "Tao", and embarked on this road. Now, it is his turn to continue moving forward alone...


    ?On this road, there may be companions, there may be obstacles, and there may be victims...


    ?On this road, even if you try your best and give everything, you may not be able to reach the end...


    ??On this road, there may be all kinds of suffering, thousands of people scorning, tens of thousands of corpses...


    However, this is the path you choose, isn’t it?


    Even if you cut off your hands and feet, even if you kneel and crawl, you still have to finish the journey...


    Li Yan was puzzled: Since the late emperor entrusted me with Kong Ming, why is the power gap between us so big?


    When Chen Dao learned about it, he sneered: Do you know what happened in the suburbs of Nanyang that night in the twelfth year of Jian''an?


    (End of this chapter)