It is said that in the south of the Yangtze River, there is a place called Yunshui Town, and there is a famous rich man in the town, surnamed Li Wanjin.
This old Li family, that is really rich, the family is rich, the land is thousands of acres, and the people in the town call him "good man".
Don't look at him as rich, but people never use money to oppress people, every year of disaster, he opens a warehouse to release grain to help his neighbors, which is in Yunshui Town, the reputation is leveraged.
One winter, it snowed as if it didn't cost money, and the entire town of Yunshui was wrapped in a layer of silver.
The rich man Li stepped on the thick snow, returned from the town, passed by a ruined temple, and suddenly heard a faint cry, which looked particularly desolate in the cold wind.
As soon as his heart softened, he followed the sound to find it, only to see that the temple door was ajar, and there was a little beggar in ragged clothes squatting inside, whose small body was shaking like sieving chaff in the cold wind, and his face was dirty, but his eyes were very clear, revealing a desire to survive.
"Baby, what's wrong with you?" Rich Man Li squatted down and asked in a gentle voice.
The little beggar looked up, and the old man in front of him was a kind old man, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, and he choked up and said: "Master, my father and mother are gone, and I am lonely, so I can only wander here, and beg the master to do well, and give me something to eat." When the rich man Li heard this, his heart was sour, and he quickly helped the little beggar up and took him home.
After some grooming and dressing, this little beggar turned out to be a fair-eyed, clever and cute little guy, and the rich man named him "Fulai", hoping that he could bring good luck to the Li family and live a stable life.
Fulai, this child, is smart and clever, and knows how to be grateful, after entering the Li family, he is like a little tail, following the rich man Li every day, learning this and that, learning quickly and well.
In the blink of an eye, a few years have passed, and Fulai has grown from a thin little beggar to a handsome and upright young man.
Rich Master Li is old, his health is not as good as day by day, and the big and small affairs of the family are slowly handed over to Fulai to take care of.
But the heart is separated from the belly, especially in the face of power and wealth.
Fulai's status in the Li family is getting higher and higher, but he has other thoughts quietly in his heart.
He thought that he was originally a beggar, and he could have today, all thanks to the adoption of the rich man Li, but if he was not smart and capable, how could the Li family be so prosperous?
So, he began to secretly form a gang to win over the subordinates in the family, and eat away at the Li family's family business little by little.
Although the rich man Li is old, his heart is like a mirror, and he slowly noticed the changes in Fulai, and his heart is called a mixed taste.
He not only lamented Fulai's betrayal, but also lamented the complexity of human nature.
But he didn't rush to expose it, but wanted to give Fulai a chance to see if he could wake up at a critical moment.
He had just entered the gate of Li's house at that time, and he was apprehensive in his heart.
Rich Li was his great benefactor, not only gave him a new life, but also taught him how to be a man.
Now, how can he only care about his little Jiujiu, regardless of the common people, regardless of the rich man Li?
When that flood came, Fu Lai really let go, and rushed into the raging flood several times to save people.
His heroic strength not only made the people in the town give a thumbs up, but even the heart of the rich man Li was deeply touched.
When the flood receded, the rich man Li called Fu Lai to him and chatted with him earnestly: "Fu Lai, you have to remember that in this life, money and other things are outside the body.
What can really be passed down is good deeds and virtues.
You may have been a little crooked before, but it's not too late to turn back in time. When Fulai heard this, tears welled up in his eyes, and he knelt on the ground and apologized vigorously.
He vowed that from now on, he must take the rich man Li as an example, do more good deeds, accumulate more virtues, and benefit the villagers.
Since then, there has been one more young good man in Yunshui Town, and that is Fulai.
He was still so dedicated to the Li family, and he also carried forward the good deeds of the rich man Li, repaired bridges and paved roads, ran righteous schools, and relieved poverty, and became a model praised by everyone in the town.
Rich Li looked at the changes in Fulai, and his heart was also steady, and finally passed away peacefully.
His story, about good and evil, grace and resentment, redemption and growth, is like the legend of the water town in the south of the Yangtze River, inspiring future generations to be good and beautiful, and never give up.
One day, Fu Lai slipped to the east end of the town, which was once a wasteland, overgrown with weeds and flooded when it rained.
Fulai thought to himself, if we could cultivate it, grow some crops, and raise some livestock, wouldn't it be able to make everyone earn more money.
As he said he would, he paid for the town's craftsmen to build an aqueduct to divert the flood water into the river.
Then he led the villagers to reclaim the wasteland and planted drought-tolerant and high-yield corn and sorghum.
In the fall, the harvest is really eye-catching!
The golden ears of corn were heavy, and the sorghum stalks were as red as fire, turning the wasteland into a sea of harvest.
The villagers looked at the good crops in their fields, and their hearts bloomed, and they all said that it was Fulai that brought them blessings.
Time, just like the little foal swishing away, in a flash, Fulai has survived dozens of winters in Yunshui Town.
He's gone from being a kid who doesn't know anything to being one of the biggest names in town.
His kindness was like the spring breeze blowing, warm, blowing all over the corners of Yunshui Town, and into everyone's hearts.
But the years are not forgiving, and Fulai is slowly getting old.
His hair is gray and his back is bent, but his eyes are still so bright, revealing his hope and pursuit of a better life.
He often sits under the old locust tree in his yard, watching the sunset on the horizon, thinking to himself that although he has not done anything earth-shattering in his life, it is worth it to let the villagers live a stable life and make Yunshui Town more and more prosperous.
One day, Fu Lai felt that his days were numbered, so he called all the people in his family to him and told them one by one to continue to do good deeds and not forget their original intentions.
Then, he invited several old people with heads and faces in the town to his home, and arranged his funeral affairs clearly.
He said that after he left, don't fix all the bells and whistles, just bury him in the wasteland at the east end of the town, so that he can watch Yunshui Town get better day by day.
After saying this, Fu Lai let out a long sigh of relief, as if he had lifted all the burdens on his body.
He closed his eyes, a satisfied smile on his lips, and walked away quietly.
The news of Fulai's death was like a gust of wind, blowing all over Yunshui Town, and the villagers were very sad.
They spontaneously organized themselves to see off Fulai.
On the day of the funeral, the entire Yunshui Town was shrouded in sadness, but there was still a sense of solemnity and admiration in the sadness.
Everyone knows that although Fu Lai is gone, his spirit will always be in their hearts.
Since then, the people of Yunshui Town have become more united, and they have continued to do what they have not done, making this land richer and more beautiful.
The name of Fulai, like the old locust tree, is deeply rooted in the history of Yunshui Town and has become a legend.
Time flies, the world changes, but every time in the dead of night, there are always a few old people, sitting around the bonfire, telling the story of Fulai to the juniors.
Those stories, about kindness, bravery, perseverance and dedication, are like a clear spring, nourishing the hearts of the people of Yunshui Town and inspiring them to move forward from generation to generation.
In the blink of an eye, decades have passed, and Yunshui Town is no longer what it was back then.
Next to the old house, high-rise buildings rise from the ground; The stone bridge over the creek has also been replaced with a sturdy reinforced concrete bridge.
But no matter how the times change, the story of Fulai, like the water in the river, has always flowed in the hearts of the people of Yunshui Town.
At this time, it was winter, and the snowflakes were fluttering, covering Yunshui Town with a white veil.
Most of the young people in the town have gone out to work, leaving behind mostly the elderly and children, as well as those middle-aged people who have a deep affection for the land.
Our group of people gathered around the old locust tree at the head of the village, holding hot bud rice porridge in their hands, chatting about family life, and mentioning Fulai. "Hey, you say, if the old man Fulai is still here, how happy it would be to see our Yunshui Town like this!" Uncle Li squinted his eyes and looked at the field in the distance that was once barren and like something, but now it is green, and he sighed in his heart.
"Isn't it, Mr. Fulai is really a good person, he took us to open up wasteland and build schools at that time, and now these children can study, thanks to him!" Aunt Wang said as she touched the head of the little grandson next to her, her eyes full of gratitude.
"Also, I remember that year there was a great drought, and the crops were about to die, and it was the old man Fulai who took out his own money to buy seeds and fertilizers from other places, and pulled us out of the famine." Uncle Zhao took over the conversation, and his tone was full of admiration.
was chatting lively, when a young voice suddenly interjected: "Grandpa, grandma, what you said about the old man Fulai, is he really that powerful?" "The one who spoke was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old young man named Xiaojie, a student at the town's middle school.
He grew up listening to Fulai's stories, but he was always skeptical of these heroes who only lived in the mouths of the older generation.
"Of course, child, you have to remember, to be a man, you have to be like the old man Fulai, affectionate, righteous, and responsible." Uncle Li patted Xiaojie on the shoulder and said earnestly.
Xiaojie nodded as if he didn't understand, but the curiosity in his heart couldn't be suppressed.
He decided to personally look for the footprints of the old man Fulai and see what this legendary hero left behind in Yunshui Town.
So, Xiaojie took advantage of the holiday to visit every corner of Yunshui Town.
He went to the field that was once barren and now had a good harvest; He walked into the school that Fu Lai had built with his own hands, and listened to the sound of reading inside; He also found the cemetery of Fulai, the simple and solemn tombstone, engraved with the four big characters "Fulai's tomb", as if telling an immortal legend.
In the process of exploration, Xiaojie gradually felt the deep and great love of Fulai.
He understood why the older generation would have such respect for Fulai, because Fulai is not only a person's name, but also a spiritual symbol, a kind of selfless dedication and deep love for his hometown, relatives and society.
At the end of the holiday, Xiaojie returned to school with a full harvest.
He wrote what he saw and heard into an essay entitled "Finding Blessings."
In the composition, he used unpretentious language to vividly describe the image of Fulai and the changes that Fulai brought to Yunshui Town.
This essay quickly spread in the school, causing widespread attention and heated discussions among teachers and students.
What Xiaojie didn't expect was that his composition also attracted the attention of the town's media, which is really not bad.
In our Yunshui Town, a group of guys from the local TV station came, they didn't come to eat and drink, they came to do business.
They came to us specifically and made a documentary, which was about the hero of our town-Fulai.
In this film, there is not only the story of Fulai's life, but also the deep thoughts and admiration of our townspeople for Fulai.
As soon as this documentary was broadcast, hey, it's amazing, the whole society was fried, and everyone began to spread the story of Fulai, and was moved by his spirit.
Since then, the name of Fulai is not only the pride of our Yunshui Town, but also the spiritual benchmark of our area and even further places.
People now love to say "Fulai spirit", using it to encourage themselves, whether it is working or living, they all want to have both love and righteousness, and have to be responsible.
Our Yunshui Town, because of a hero like Fulai and the edification of the "Fulai Spirit", has become more and more harmonious, more and more beautiful, and more and more prosperous.
Time flies, and time flies.
No matter how the times change, the story of Fulai and his spirit are bound to be passed down from generation to generation, and have become the precious spiritual wealth of our town and even our entire nation.
Let's talk about that Xiaojie, he was a little suspicious of Fulai before, but now it is different, under the influence of the "Fulai spirit", he has grown into a good young man in the new era with ideals and responsibilities.
He firmly believes that as long as everyone can love, dedicate and take responsibility with their hearts, the world will definitely become a better place.