Chapter 166: Three Years of Skills
Chapter 166: Three Years of Skills
Modern harmonious living has only lasted a few short decades—not even a century. Yet, in those few decades, the world has undergone earth-shattering changes, creating a massive generational divide. Within three generations, each one finds fault with the others.
First, they claimed one generation was "finished." A few years later, they changed their tune, declaring the next generation as truly "finished." The cycle of who holds the dominant voice shifted so many times that before Xu Qing even realized it, his own generation—the one once labeled as "finished"—had gained the power to criticize. Now, the internet chatter revolved around how terrible the post-2000 generation was.
From idolizing Hong Kong and Taiwan celebrities to video games, mobile games, and livestreaming, the rapid pace of change made Xu Qing firmly believe in the importance of reading. Only through reading could people view things rationally, rather than be swept up in the vortex of the times, unable to see the bigger picture. Like Wu Zetian, who left an unmarked stele for future generations to judge her legacy, Xu Qing appreciated the wisdom of leaving history to assess one's actions.
At least one thing had come to fruition: Du Fu’s famous line, “Oh, to have ten thousand grand mansions sheltering the world’s poor, bringing smiles to all!” This was now a reality, with grand mansions in the form of high-rise buildings.
“Decades ago, there were still landlords. One of them hired a feng shui master to evaluate his estate. You know what a feng shui master is, right?” Xu Qing asked while washing dishes. Jiang He leaned against the door, watching him.
“I do.”
“The master walked around with his feng shui compass and declared, ‘This is incredible! Your property, nestled against the mountain and backed by water, will produce countless top scholars!’ The landlord was thrilled. Just one top scholar could bring glory for three generations. Producing countless scholars? That’s the stuff of dreams! His ancestors must’ve been grinning in their graves.