"As long as you can see the Creator, all the unhappiness and pain in your life will disappear."

"Little grandson, the Creator said that as long as we can find 'civilization', we can see Him again."

The little grandson asked his grandfather naively. "Did we find that 'civilization'?"

"I don't know, I don't know..." Abu looked at the sky and murmured to himself, his voice getting weaker and weaker. "I have searched for it for my whole life and never found 'civilization'. Maybe 'civilization' is a fruit deep in the desert, maybe 'civilization' is a fruit we will plant in the future."

"Little grandson, you are the youngest one here, and I have put my hope on you."

"In your generation, you will definitely find 'civilization'."

"You haven't named a name yet?"

"From today on your behalf, you will be looking for 'civilization' instead of your grandpa, okay?"

The young Pan Yang didn't understand what his grandfather was saying, and didn't understand how difficult it was.

He immediately nodded and agreed. "Grandpa, I must find 'civilization' and see our creator for you. Grandpa..."

"grandfather……"

"Grandpa, why don't you talk anymore, grandpa..."

Then, Abu's family all started crying. Little Abu's father hugged his son and gently patted him on the back.

"Grandpa is dead. We will bury his body under our fields as he wishes."

The eldest brother cried and said, "You must look at the shameless family next to you and dig a deeper ditch. Their fields are next to our fields. Don't ask them to take away our fertility, wuwuwu..."

One generation inherits one generation.

Because Pan Yang's life span is short, they pay more attention to life and every day than all populations.
Chapter completed!