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Qin Mo knew that these words were somewhat shocking and even decades ahead of their time.

But if you don’t say it now, it will be useless to say it later.

Tian Xin is about to retreat to the second line, and he may not be able to influence his son.

Even if he could listen to a word or two out of respect, he might not necessarily compromise when it comes to matters involving core power.

Throughout history, there were so many emperors who took so many measures, but weren't they abolished by their unworthy descendants?

What is in their favor is that the ancestral laws cannot be changed.

If it is not beneficial to them, don't even think about changing it, you can just write it in different ways.

"There's no point in talking more. Come with me for a walk." Qin Mo said.

The three brothers also followed behind obediently.

The group changed into casual clothes, and Qin Mo asked Fang Yu to put makeup on them all, so that no one would recognize them even if they walked on the street.

They walked on the road like four brothers.

Qin Mo found a roadside stall and said, "Boss, give me four bowls of fried noodles."

"Okay, sir. It will be ready right away." said the shopkeeper with a smile.

The three brothers didn't know what their father brought them here for.

This is a night market in Xijing. Although it is a night market, it is also very prosperous during the day.

This is also a place that many ordinary people like to come to.

"Dad, are the fried noodles here delicious?" Huo Lin'er asked.

"I don't know, it's my first time here." Qin Mo said casually. At this moment, several people in uniform came, and the vendors who were not very disciplined hurriedly took back the extra stalls.

Qin Mo looked at these people and asked, "Look, they are just ordinary managers. Why do you think the people are afraid of them?"

"Because I can control them."

“Are they gods?”

"no!"

Qin Mo nodded, then pointed at the traffic police officer directing traffic at the intersection and asked, "Is he a god?"

"Not really!" Tian Xin shook his head.

"Then why should the people listen to him? Are they afraid of him?" Qin Mo asked again.

"Not really, the people actually love them very much." Tian Xin said.

"It's strange. Since they are neither gods nor emperors, why should people love and respect them?" Qin Mo asked back.

"Because their power is granted by the court." Tian Xin said.

"Only half right." Qin Mo shook his head and looked at the soldiers patrolling the city and said, "Look, are the people afraid of them?"

“Not afraid either!”

"So were the people afraid of the soldiers before the Ming Dynasty?" Qin Mo asked.

Tian Xin was silent for a while. He had experienced the Daqian era. "Fear!"

"Scold them?"

"Scold them, call them a bully, call them a soldier." Tian Xin said.

"But do the people curse or fear the Ming soldiers?"

"No scolding, no fear!"

"Because why?" Qin Mo asked again.

"Because, because they love the people and care about the people!"

“Only half right!”

Qin Mo shook his head.

Just at this moment, the store owner brought up the fried noodles.

Qin Mo was about to eat when Xiao Ba beside him said, "Master, can you let me try it first?"

Qin Mo shrugged. "Others don't know who I am, so who would put something in this?"

As he said that, he started to eat with relish. Xiao Ba was also very anxious, but Qin Mo had already eaten it, so he couldn't just snatch it out of his mouth, right?
Tianxin looked at the two brothers, picked up the chopsticks and started slurping the vermicelli.

“These stall owners are obedient because they understand that only by following the rules can this street become more prosperous.

Otherwise, everyone will take up seats and there will be no place to step. Who will come back here to consume?

And these management powers were granted by the imperial court.

Because the court has credibility and authority, it has binding force. "

Qin Mo wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued, "Those traffic police officers worked tirelessly under the scorching sun to clear the lanes for thousands of drivers and pedestrians to walk safely. With them, everyone knows that this road is safe and will not be congested.

This is the trust that has been accumulated day after day and year after year.

Those soldiers never harmed the civilians, and whenever there was a major disaster, they were always the first to rush to the front.

Because only the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were called "sons and daughters of the Ming Dynasty".

They come from the people and are the people.

It is the trust of millions of people that gives these people dignity and credibility.

These thousands of sheriffs, soldiers, and managers formed the imperial court, which further fed power back to the emperor.

The emperor is the one who holds power.

Therefore, power does not come from heaven, nor does it come from some bullshit divine authority.

It is brought by the trust and respect of the general public, all living beings, and every ordinary person in the world.

Weapons can only deter scoundrels, but cannot deter good citizens.

And power comes from these people who live well.

They are the cutest and simplest people, but they are also the most vulnerable and the easiest to be instigated.

Therefore, when we break theocracy and the connection between heaven and man, we are not shooting ourselves in the foot, but rather making them more convinced that only by following the emperor can they live a better life.

Only when they liberate the emperor from the stereotyped concept of Son of Heaven and divine authority, can the imperial power be most stable.

You and I both know that there is no empire that will never fall, and no emperor who will live forever.

All emperors understood that whoever won the hearts of the people would win the world, but no one really took these people seriously.

They always shout slogans for justice, but no one takes them seriously.

I always use big principles to fool these people.

Because they are the easiest to deceive.

They knew that they respected these officials and could be dismissed with just a few words.

These people are eroding the credibility of the imperial court.

There are many times when the emperor is so innocent.

Local rebellion has nothing to do with the emperor.

The local area was exempted from taxes and labor service, and funds were allocated for relief, but the local people still could not survive.

In the end, who should we blame for making everyone angry and resentful?
Blame the emperor for offending God?
Why should I promote innovation?

Isn't it just to let those people know that deceiving the people is deceiving oneself and destroying one's own future! "

Qin Mo slurped the last mouthful of vermicelli, wiped his mouth contentedly, looked at his three sons who were staring at him intently, drank another large bowl of tea, patted his stomach, and said, "So, power comes from the people, from trust, and from the respect of the general public.

Instead of God, gods and ghosts!

Breaking the connection between heaven and man, eliminating the remaining poison of the times, and making the people fearless is the true eternal power of the emperor. "

These words awakened the three brothers. They fell into deep thought for a long time and could not wake up.

Qin Mo looked at the people coming and going, with a look of joy on his face.

Because of his arrival, the world finally became what he had imagined.

People in their seventies are rare since ancient times.

How many years do I have left?

Perhaps, innovation is not that easy.

But I must always leave something for this world, even if it is just a seed!
PS Brothers, the audio adaptation of the silly son-in-law will be released on the 10th, so stay tuned. (End of this chapter)