Luo Binghe supposes he would mind that he is being sent up the mountain if he had family or prospects, but he does not. His mother is dead, there is no honor to his name, and he has no land of his own or skills he can ply.

There is nothing for him but to die, and presumably this death will be quick, and it will bring honor to his name, to his mother. This is more than he could have asked for otherwise. He should be grateful.