Chapter 112: Cultivating One’s Own Field of Heart

Li Yu faced the wind, scooped up a spoonful of water.

Holding a gourd ladle, drinking water on the ridge of the field,

he began to recall life before the apocalypse,

with memories and thoughts flooding in:

People always yearn for those idle, leisurely days when they're busy.

When those idle times do come,

a sense of guilt emerges, feeling one should exert some effort, at least do something.

Then, a burst of enthusiasm, perhaps a thorough cleaning of the room.

Very earnest, but lacking continuity.

Thus, humans are like a besieged city.

Never satisfied, always chasing desires, always rushing to fulfill inner cravings.

In this world, there always exists a group of elites at the top, wielding the power of capital, politics, and military, subtly controlling things both overtly and covertly.

Controlling the information spread, what ordinary people see and know is all they want them to know.