Tell a fairy tale,
There is a river, and it is said that you can pan for gold in it.
So, people from ten miles and eight villages, even from other provinces and foreign countries, came, and everyone rushed to the river to pan for gold.
Occasionally, you could see someone find a gold nugget, and he would shout loudly, drawing the attention of everyone who would exclaim in amazement, then quickly bury their heads to try their luck again.
Of course, this is not a risk-free business; there are crocodiles in the river that eat people, and there are leeches that suck blood, and even the gold panners occasionally use their shovels to give each other a whack.
Everyone is thinking about how to avoid the crocodiles, applying leech repellent, being wary of the bastard next to them who might hit them with a shovel; where it is easier to find gold, where the water flows more slowly, where the feng shui looks better; what posture I should adopt to pan for gold correctly, how to improve my strength and endurance, so I can stay in the river longer.
This game continues, and you can still hear people shouting loudly about 'getting rich,' while those who have been eaten by crocodiles or bitten by leeches either remain silent or endure the pain, red-eyed, saying, 'Why not me? I also found gold back in the day.'
The noise of people is deafening, bustling and lively.
Yet no one asks, is this reasonable?
The river silently holds its secrets; it is said that those who are eaten will turn into gold dust left in the mud at the bottom of the river; as long as you work hard at digging, you can find gold.