mtl008 Chapter 2620 Mayfly World (2)
Chapter 2620 Mayfly World (2)
Chapter 2620 Mayfly World (Twenty)
"When I was about to leave the town, I realized that my father had many employees. Many of them were not so wealthy, but they relied on working on my father's farm to make money. The agricultural products exported here would also feed many people, including delivery drivers, supermarket cashiers, and even supermarket cleaners."
"I have a responsibility to them and I have to keep Kent Farms running as well as it has in the past to support them. This is a point my dad told me and I have always kept in mind."
"But in essence, working in the fields day after day has no special meaning to me. It is just a kind of work that I do to fulfill my responsibilities. I don't hate it, but I can't say I like it either. In comparison, I still prefer the profession of journalist."
"If I really love farming, I won't leave the town. This is the case with many children of farmers there. They won't go to college or go to big cities. They may even live in this small town all their lives."
"Whenever I think about the fact that I had this choice, I feel somewhat fortunate that I came to the metropolis. I like everything here. Perhaps I am also tired of Smallville's uneventful life."
"Then I went to Mexico, which was a bit too thrilling, but the biggest change it brought to me was that I finally realized the meaning of the process of digging the land, sowing seeds and harvesting crops."
"I used to think of it as a simple labor process because I never worried about the harvest. The food produced from such a large piece of land is more than our family of three can eat in several lifetimes. What does it matter if we produce more or less?"
"Whether the grain harvest is good or not is just a string of numbers to me. When the numbers are high, it means my father will be happier and may buy me new toys. My uncles will also have smiles on their faces."
"When the harvest was low, they were not particularly unhappy. They would occasionally complain about the weather and encourage each other to come back next year. My father would just sigh sadly and soon return to his room to study how to improve production."
"But it's not like that in Mexico. From the moment the seeds are planted, everyone starts praying with a devout attitude, just so that one more ear of corn can grow on each corn seedling."
"They are so fanatical about this labor process that they have even developed a lot of cultures that don't make any sense at all. Every village chants different spells when sowing corn seeds, believing that this will lead to a better harvest."
"When they harvested a good harvest, they praised the land and the harvest god with a fanaticism that surpassed any devout believers. Their posture made me feel that even if the harvest god suddenly came and asked them to sacrifice themselves, they would definitely agree."
"And when they failed to harvest, it was not sadness or sorrow at all, but a terrible despair, a misery that could be called tragic, an atmosphere of death that frightened me the most that I had ever seen."
"I walked through a village like that and felt like everyone was a walking corpse. They passed by me like wandering spirits, devoid of all the life that I usually saw in them, and I had no way to comfort them."
"Because I know that some people will go hungry in the next period of time. Hunger is an emotion that cannot be comforted. You will feel that your stomach is eating your heart, eating your brain, eating everything about you, pulling your arms to stuff everything you can eat into your mouth."
"Humans who have been starving for a long time don't look like humans at all. They look like strange creatures that have rushed out from another dimension. Their eyes, behaviors, and attitudes are completely different from those of humans. They have been alienated into something else."
“The look in their eyes scares me.”
"We have seen too many people like this while traveling south with Oliver. They are often skinny and squatting in the corner of the room, or lying in the corner of the street, next to the sheepfold or the well, covered with rags, staring at you with their eyes."
"For a long time, I didn't dare to look at their eyes. When I gave them food, I didn't dare to look at their frantic expressions. That greatly shook my understanding of human beings. They are not like that."
"But later, we fed many of these people, which made me realize that the problem was not them, but their long-term empty stomachs."
"Food is the best weapon to drive away the demons that haunt them. When they see the abundant harvest and calculate that there is enough food for them, the fire in their eyes is so strong that they want to burn their own souls."
"At that moment, I deeply understood the meaning behind the labor of farming, which is hope."
"When I was cultivating the land, I imagined the wheat seedlings sprouting. When the wheat sprouts just broke through the soil, I imagined them growing taller and bigger. When the wheat seedlings just changed color, I imagined the heavy wheat ears bending their waists. When the wheat ears were put into the basket, the fragrance of rice wafted into my nose."
“There has never been a job in this world that is so hopeful, so grateful, and so moving from beginning to end.”
"When I return to Smallville, when I see the land that grew the food that fed me, something moves me to tears."
"I can't wait to go to the fields, plant seeds in the fertile soil that has been carefully cultivated, sit on the edge of the field and wait for the seeds to sprout, watch the whole process of their growth without blinking, and eat a big bowl of rice when I am the hungriest and most tired."
There was a warm luster in Clark's blue eyes, like the last touch of blue blended into the afterglow of the sunset. Schiller had to look away slightly, those damn blue eyes.
"For a long time after that, every time I saw a piece of farmland, I would start to calculate in my mind what to plant in that field, when to start planting, what month to harvest, and how much I could harvest per acre on average... Later, I even thought about how many cabbages I could grow in other people's flower pots."
"My father noticed my enthusiasm and I told him about my experience in Mexico. He said I was doing well and he told me about his love for the land."
"The Kent family is different from the Mexicans. We have long passed the stage of having enough food to eat. Farming is like a heritage for us. From my great-grandfather, grandfather to my father, my family has been working on this land for generations."
"Such an ordinary piece of land has nurtured several generations of us, allowing us to build such a large farm, making my father a well-known farmer, and allowing me to go to the big city and see a wider world."
"It's amazing to me because farming is a fairly simple activity and the production of food is not complicated, but it can do something so great."
"It made me gradually understand the enthusiasm of those Mexicans. The land is so tolerant and kind to give us so much, but it seems that everyone ignores this."
"There is no civilization in this world that does not have its roots in the land. It has remained the same for thousands of years. It is the foundation for people to build complex and exquisite ant nests, regardless of wind and rain, and without asking for anything in return."
"This shocked me and made me humble. If there is only one God in this world that all human beings should truly revere and worship, it is not above their heads, but under their feet."
"The world is so vast that everything seems so small. Compared with the land that nurtures all of humanity, I am no different from the mediocre worker ants in an ant nest."
“Whenever I think of this place, I feel a sense of security, because when I walk on this land, when I work here, when the seeds I sow sprout, when I am still an insignificant mayfly in this vast world, it feeds me just as it feeds you. I am no different from you.”
"I am no longer a rule enforcer who enforces justice in my heart, and I am no longer your father. I am a son of the land just like you. This makes me feel relaxed and refreshed."
"Perhaps this will be the biggest difference between me and other Supermen." Clark said with a smile: "It's not whether we use violence, but why we do it."
"If I regard myself as a god, the prerequisite for remaining impartial is to stay outside of this society, to be a bystander with a panoramic view of the whole picture, and to be an existence like wind, frost, rain and snow."
"And if I only regard myself as a child in this world who is no different from you, I can, like you, use my own means to pursue the justice I want and fight for me and my compatriots at all costs."
"This is a big difference. I will no longer be a judge of justice. My justice may no longer be axiom. Just because this society has made some rules prohibiting this, I will not allow everyone to do this. Just because the vast majority of people in this society choose this, I do not necessarily think it is right."
"From now on, I will have only one principle: there should be no hungry demons haunting humans in this world. They should get the nutrients they deserve from the land under their feet. There is no greater justice than having enough food."
"If this is against a certain social rule, I will overturn that rule, if this is not the choice of certain people, I will fight against those people, and that's what I will do."
"As for violent means, there is no need to worry so much." Clark's tone began to become indifferent. He said, "My brain is thousands of times more efficient than humans in mobilizing and controlling limbs. I can type in any decimal point precision value that humans require on any existing strength detection equipment."
"My mental state is also very stable. My emotional logic and output are clearer and healthier than 99% of the people in this world. I will never lose control."
"Then you are too modest." Schiller said from the bottom of his heart: "Believe in yourself, you are much more stable than all human beings. Whether it is an individual or a whole, whether it is individual consciousness or collective consciousness, it is difficult to be healthier than you."
Such a straightforward attitude made Clark feel a little embarrassed. He looked at Schiller and said, "Really? Doctor, do you think so highly of me?"
"You have to believe me. I may be unscrupulous, but I am definitely not a quack."