Feng Zhiyuan and Xiong Li couldn't sleep all night.
Their daughter's inexplicable accumulation of so much money made them somewhat uneasy.
This would have been unthinkable in the past.
It's not that they're controlling; they're genuinely afraid their daughter will suffer.
After thinking it over and over, I decided I should go ask Grandpa.
After 1976, Mr. Feng did take charge of the overall situation for two years. After that, he retired and went to a nursing home to live with the old men and women. In his words, he had enjoyed both happiness and hardship over the years, and for the rest of his days, he just wanted to spend leisurely time with his old friends, either doing academic research or simply enjoying a carefree life.
I don't want to go through so much trouble.
"Nursing home" is only a name.
In fact, any one of the old men living here is someone you can talk to directly.
76 years later, the authorities took direct control of the area and carried out a major renovation of the small courtyard next to the village.
The blueprints for the renovation were drawn by the elderly people living there themselves.
It is simple, yet beautiful, and has a sense of being integrated into nature.
Behind the nursing home, they also set aside more than ten acres of land, which some elderly people would cultivate as they wished.
In their words, they just can't stay idle.
On weekdays, quite a few people come here, mostly the younger generation of elderly people.
"Hey, Zhiyuan, you've come to see Old Man Feng again?"
As soon as he entered the compound, someone greeted Feng Zhiyuan.
Feng Zhiyuan is one of the more frequent visitors. Both he and his wife are teachers; Mr. Feng was also a teacher before he retired. Therefore, there are many things they can talk about.
I greeted the old man playing chess in the courtyard and then walked straight inside.
This "nursing home" has a leisure area, an entertainment area, and a small library. Grandpa Feng is probably in the library at this time.
Sure enough, upon seeing Grandpa Feng, who had just finished reading his book, his grandson and granddaughter-in-law arrived. Grandpa Feng chuckled and put down his book.
He said to them, "Let's go to the tea room next door."
The library is for reading. There's also a tea room specifically for chatting, divided into a large tea room and a small tea room. The large tea room even has a television. Usually, around 7 pm, the elderly folks gather in the large tea room to watch the news and chat, while the small tea room next door serves as a more private space.
Upon entering the tea room, I found it wasn't decorated in an overly luxurious way; it was simply a plain wooden table with a tea tray on it and a vessel for boiling water next to it.
As soon as Grandpa Feng entered, he took the seat of honor without hesitation. While preparing to make tea, he asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Feng Zhiyuan was taken aback: "Grandpa, how did you know?"
"Nonsense. You always come to see me so proud and confident. Today, you're all so cautious. It's obvious something's happened. Just look at your face, and I can tell what you're thinking. It's so easy to understand." Old Master Feng shook his head and laughed.
Normally, Feng Zhiyuan wouldn't be like this when he comes.
Since both were from the education field, they had many topics to discuss. This older and younger man each had their own insights and convictions. Occasionally, arguments would erupt between them. In Feng Zhiyuan's words, it was a war, a war between knowledge and consciousness. Every time he came, he looked like a general going into battle.
This time, her emotions were clearly off, and it was immediately noticeable.
"Hehe, you figured it out." Feng Zhiyuan chuckled a couple of times, a little embarrassed, but he didn't care. He wasn't the kind of guy who wanted to climb the social ladder; his family's status guaranteed he wouldn't be treated unfairly. As for everyday interactions, so be it if they figured it out. His ambitions weren't tied to social niceties.
Grandpa Feng calmly picked up a can of tea from below; the can had the character "Li" written on it.
He slowly turned the jar around: "Here, today we're drinking your Grandpa Li's tea."
Feng Zhiyuan: ...
Xiong Li: ...
"Grandpa, aren't you afraid of getting beaten up for all this?"
Old Master Feng had a hobby: drinking other people's tea, which he considered a refined pastime. His favorite was the tea of an old man surnamed Li. Every time he drank Old Master Li's tea, Old Master Li would argue with him about it. If the tea didn't have a positive effect, he wouldn't drink it.
"This is called refined taste. Young people don't understand. It's a good Pu'er tea. Try it."
Grandpa Feng wasn't in a hurry. He slowly poured tea for the young couple, asking as he poured, "What's wrong? Something that rarely gets on your mind, what's wrong today?"
Of all his descendants, Grandpa Feng actually admires his grandson Feng Zhiyuan the most.
Because Feng Zhiyuan didn't have a strong desire for advancement, he preferred reading and immersing himself in the sea of books to absorb knowledge. As the saying goes, "He who has no desires is invincible," so he exuded a commanding presence when facing his grandfather. It was rare for his grandson to have a question, which piqued the old man's curiosity.
“It’s like this, Grandpa…” Xiong Li recounted what had happened.
The old man listened and nodded.
After listening, the old man shook his head: "You still lack magnanimity. When looking at problems, you need to look at them from a higher perspective, instead of being confined to the present."
"Old man, that's several million."
"Money isn't important," Old Master Feng waved his hand. "Throughout history, money has always been something created by those in power to control those below. What you need to see is something much deeper than money. Tell me, how does the Qing Dynasty compare to now?"
"Old man, how can you compare these two things?" Feng Zhiyuan was dumbfounded: "How can a feudal dynasty be compared to what we have now?"
"As I've said before, when looking at a problem, you have to see its essence. The reason why the Qing Dynasty perished, or rather, the essence of the demise of feudal dynasties, was actually the solidification of classes and the inability to move up. The method the Qing Dynasty came up with was 'governing the world in a cage,' which confined the thinking of the upper class and scholars to the narrow confines of the eight-legged essay. In this way, they had no energy to improve themselves. The top class thus became the most stable entity."
"This method is the safest method."
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