But Zhang Mingtu stood by the river, feeling a little confused.
"Can I save this world? Can I change it?"
The woman by the river was nearly frozen to death. The man dragging the timber on the wooden bridge was gritting his teeth, exerting all his strength, his body shaky. The fisherman in the river jumped into the river shirtless in the heavy snow to haul his net...
"A land of fish and rice, a prosperous and flourishing age..."
Zhang Mingtu shook his head, feeling depressed.
He walked from the embankment to the bridge and lent a hand to the man. After crossing the bridge, the man praised him a lot and was full of gratitude. He insisted on giving a bundle of firewood to Zhang Mingtu.
He took a thin wooden stick from the man's firewood and walked slowly to the riverside.
He shook his hand and plunged it into the river, catching a crucian carp over a foot long.
It amazed the woman picking up shells and snails by the river.
Zhang Mingtu casually caught two more fish and gave them all to the woman, which surprised her quite a bit.
He did not refuse, but asked Zhang Mingtu to leave his name.
She said that when the weather warmed up the next day, her husband would catch a big fish and send it to Zhang Mingtu's home.
Zhang Mingtu just laughed it off.
He didn't doubt that the woman would break her promise.
There are many heroes in the land of Yan and Zhao, and the land of Jiangnan is no less heroic.
"The world really needs to change."
"We have to at least try, don't we?"
Zhang Mingtu talked to himself and felt more and more that sending the Jianyi investigation report to Xingguo County was a wise move.
But he should do more than that. If he didn't see it, it would be fine. If he saw it, he should still try to make some changes.
Many people don't care, but the man who tries his best to collect firewood and sell it in the city cares, the woman who picks shells by the river cares, and the man who holds the fishing net in the winter cares.
Zhang Mingtu also cares a little.
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