warring states careerist

Chapter 1001 Final Chapter (End)

The Qin people lamented the changes in the world on the top of the hill, and no one disturbed them.

Not long after, the sky in spring did not know when there were a few more clouds, and then icy rain fell.

The attendants took out the oil-paper umbrella and opened it, asking Wei Yang if he wanted to go back to the carriage.

At this moment, there was a sound of running in the distance from the hill, occasionally mixed with the energetic shouts unique to young people.

The sound of youthful vitality penetrated the wet rain, as if the world that had been soaked in the rain was shaken away by these energetic sounds.

The few people running at the front showed their upper body and were shirtless.

The rain in spring is still a bit cool, but these people seem to enjoy the feeling of running in the rain.

This group of people seems to be very young, the older ones are less than 30 years old, and the younger ones are only 21 or [-] years old.

In addition to the few running bare-chested, there are a few people inside who are dressed very specially, wearing straw sandals, wearing short brown, and shaved the hair of workshop workers, but it is obvious that these young people are not workshop workers. Time to come to this place.

The person dressed in this picture is either the radical self-suffering faction within the Mohist school, or the true egalitarian faction from another faction separated from the peasant family.

After these people ran to the top of the hill, they only took a few glances at Wei Yang, but they didn't look too much.

A tall young man running barebacked in the rain said: "Kong Zhongni said, quality is better than literature, then you are barbaric, and literature is better than quality, then you are a gentleman. What is gentleness, in my opinion, is the spirit of civilization, and the physique of barbarism. Only then can he be considered a gentleman.”

"Being shirtless in the rain, swimming in the cold in winter, climbing mountains and swimming in rivers, and reading history books to learn principles can be called gentle."

"I once heard that Suo Lucan used to travel to the west and saw a mountain named Olympus in the far west. Every four years, he held a competition to compete in physical fitness there. The gentlemen of the Central Plains are similar. It can be seen that there are also gentlemen in the far west, and they are no different from the Central Plains."

"A civilized spirit can be used to benefit the world. A barbaric physique can benefit the world with a gun and a sword. Gentle and refined manners can be used to benefit the world."

Kong Zhongni was Mo Di’s lifelong enemy, both admiring and opposing. In addition, when the Mo family rose up in Sishang, Confucius’s grandson was actually still there, and Wei Yang knew that when he was a child studying, Gou Bian, the general of the state of Wei, was still Confucius. His grandson recommended it to Wei Jun.

The time has not passed too far. Of course, Wei Yang has heard the phrase "gentle and gentle", but he did not expect that in just a few decades, this phrase has been endowed with a new, civilized and barbaric quality by these young people. meaning.

So he glanced at the group of young people curiously, and the young people chatted a few more words, and the shirtless people got dressed first, and bowed solemnly towards the monument together in silence.

After a moment of silence, these young people sat down beside a wooden chair, but they didn't talk about the young people's favorite romance, but they talked about the world.

A young man wearing straw sandals and short brown said: "The world has been fixed for twelve years. In my opinion, it is still far away from the paradise. I think that in order to reach the real paradise, constant changes are needed. The old contradictions are resolved, and the new Contradictions arise again, and nothing stays the same forever."

"It is said that the world is settled, but now it seems that this is not the case."

"Just talk about the meeting of silk weavers in the Sanglin Society last year. For those silk weavers, they spun the best silk in the world and sold it in the Western Regions and South China Sea, but they couldn't afford to wear it themselves. Such silk."

"Is this reasonable?"

"For these weavers, they sent the nobles underground, but they fell into the exploitation of those workshop owners."

"The benefit of the world 12 years ago did not benefit everyone, but the businessmen and workshop owners who benefited the most. For the people, it was the treasury where the fruits of blood and sweat flowed into a handful of hateful pockets. inside."

"What did those people do back then? Emperor Zhou couldn't borrow money and forced them to pay taxes, but when the battle of Shangqiu was settled, they didn't dare to launch an uprising to capture the almost empty Zhou Palace. Now I’m sitting back and reaping the rewards.”

Wei Yang, who was eavesdropping on the matter of the Sanglin Society, heard about it and demanded an increase in the minimum wage. As a result, he was suppressed by cavalry soldiers who were farmers in those villages, and hundreds of people were "lawfully" exiled to the South China Sea.

There are factions within the Mohist school, which have always existed, but because of the prestige of the giants, they can be subdued.

Since the peasant family was criticized for being utopian, it has also begun to explore the origin of human inequality, and internally, it has divided into different factions just like Confucian six points.

After the introduction of a series of economic policies that year, Zhuxia seemed to be united, but a new class was divided, which led to the spread of various thoughts.

The world that was originally divided by the territories entrusted by Emperor Zhou is now divided by classes.

Land is privately owned and allowed to be bought and sold. With the support of new technologies, the profits of capital gains have increased, and the speed of mergers has also shown an unprecedented scene.

More and more people lost their land and went to the cities to work for a living, and the suffering under the steam, coal and iron was always worse than the situation when they were farmers.

After the young man in short brown and sandals finished speaking, someone objected, saying: "In my opinion, this is not a problem."

"Xiazi said that a paradise cannot be built in a day. I think these sufferings are an inevitable process."

"So, in my opinion, we young people should do more practical things and talk less about morality. As long as machinery develops in the future and Tianzhi knows, one mu of land can produce five hundred catties of grain, and one person can produce one hundred catties a day. When the cloth worn by a hundred people, then only then can it be said that it is a paradise.”

"Now, these are all processes that must be experienced. These suffering people are just the necessary fertilizer to reach the paradise."

"Besides, isn't it much better now than before? How much has the total wealth of the world increased in the past 20 years? It cannot be caught up in the past hundreds of years."

"Mozi said that there are three criteria for pros and cons in the world. Isn't the sum of wealth in this world exactly one of the three criteria?"

"If those of us really want to benefit the world, we should not ask about politics or talk about morality, but work hard at the door and do our best."

"Xiazi said that self-interest is subjective, altruism is objective. Just like the person who improved the spinning machine a few years ago, he may not be beneficial to the world. He did it just to make money, but cotton cloth in the world is cheaper after all. There are more people wearing cotton, too, aren't they?"

His words of talking less about morality and doing more practical things also have many fans. Several people echoed: "That's right. Since it is impossible to cross, I think our generation should not talk about righteousness, but do more practical things." , explore the will of heaven, and improve machinery, this is the right way to benefit the world."

The man said again: "Now is the best time. As long as you are smart and hardworking, you can achieve fame and wealth. At least there is no distinction between people, they are equal."

"But if it is true equality, then how is it possible? There is a gap between people. Some people are born stupid, and some people are born smart, so there will naturally be a gap between the rich and the poor, which is also reasonable."

"Suzi said, natural selection, survival of the fittest. In fact, people are the same. Those who work are either because they are lazy or stupid, and those who are rich must be diligent and smart. This is the truth of the world, it is It cannot be changed, if people go against the way and insist on true equality, it will definitely not work.”

As soon as he finished speaking, someone beside him sneered and said, "Your grandfather was just a bamboo craftsman. At that time, there was a difference between high and low. A gentleman was proficient in six arts, but your grandfather didn't even know a single word."

"According to you, natural selection and survival of the fittest. Then your grandfather deserved to be a bamboo craftsman for the rest of his life. Why should he rise up to rebel against the nobles?"

The man blushed and scolded: "Don't involve your family and ancestors!"

The man who scolded him stood up and said, "Not only will I scold you, but I will also beat you! You are not worthy to talk about benefiting the world!"

Some of the fans, who did more practical things without talking about morality, got up and said, "What are you? Are you worthy or not?"

The two sides disagreed with each other, but they were really gentle and savage, and they were about to fight together.

Wei Yang, who was about to leave, saw these people fighting when they disagreed, thinking that this is really a bit like the world when he was young.At that time, it was not uncommon for people in the market to fight, kill and flee after a disagreement.

However, these people still didn't fight in the end, the grandson of the strip maker might have lost his momentum, or he didn't dare to make a move when he saw too many people, so he finally said: "Then tell me, what is the root cause of the inequity in this world? "

The young man in the short brown sandals was silent for a while, and finally said: "Private ownership. Private ownership is the origin of inequality in the world."

"You also know that the letter that Solucan wrote to Shizi before he died of illness, Shizi later made it public, saying that the truth became clearer and clearer. Then, since the power of the nobility cannot be hereditary, why the wealth accumulation machine, But land can be hereditary?"

"You said that there is a gap in intelligence and physical ability between people. I believe this, but...the gap in intelligence and physical ability of a large workshop owner with thousands of weavers is not comparable to that between humans and those raised by rich families. The dog gap?"

"Dogs eat people and don't know how to be frugal. Do you think that the gap between people is as big as the gap between humans and dogs?"

His words were too radical at this time, and nearly half of his partners said one after another: "You are too left! You want to destroy the property earned by individuals and their own labor, and destroy all the freedoms and activities that constitute individuals. and independent foundation property."

"On the basis of equality for all, wealth comes from labor, and the wealth of all people is not brought by the wind from the sky, but earned by individuals and by their own labor!"

"Subjective self-interest, objective altruism. I worked hard to get wealth, even if I didn't have the intention of benefiting the world, but our father opened a workshop, fed hundreds of hired workers, and made thousands of clothes and irons. Isn't that true? What's wrong?"

The short-brown man in straw sandals sneered: "What a labor-earned, self-earned, self-earned property!"

"Are you talking about the property of individual craftsmen and small farmers before the emergence of big workshop owners and big merchants? We don't need to eliminate that kind of property. The development of the times has already eliminated it, and it is being eliminated every day. "

"Where do you think those people who went to work in the workshops came from? How did those big landowners who acquired tens of thousands of acres of land get so much land?"

"Is it not because of the use of machinery and coal and iron steam that those small craftsmen cannot compete with the machine workshops and go bankrupt? Is it not because individual small pieces of land cannot resist natural and market disasters?"

"How can it be said that we want to eliminate them? They are obviously being eliminated by the private ownership that we support. What does it have to do with us?"

"We don't need to eliminate them. One day, most people in the world will have nothing. No land, no machines, no assets."

People on both sides are still arguing, and they are about to fight.

At this moment, there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance.

The rider on horseback holds a copper bell and shakes it while running. A white mourning cloth is floating on the rider's head, and his body is completely plain.

This kind of copper bell has not sounded in Sishang for 20 years. The last time it sounded was the general mobilization before the last war, and the rider who delivered the order that time wore black clothes, and would never wear solemn white mourning clothes.

Both young people who were arguing stood up and looked into the distance.

In the distance, the hoarse shouts of riders came.

"Shi Zi died of illness in Pengcheng yesterday!"

"Shi Zi died of illness in Pengcheng yesterday!"

Wei Yang, who had been listening to those young people's arguments, was stunned.

For a long time, he faced the southeast direction and murmured: "Our era... has passed."

He and Shi are not of the same generation. When Shi became famous, he was just born.

But he always felt that he and Shi were of the same age.

Their era, Wei Yang felt, was a time of great disputes, and an era of who the world belonged to.The wind is turbulent, each shows its ability, and the purpose seems to be to end this chaotic world for the unity of the world.

Where there are winners, there are losers.

The winner is called the emperor, and the loser goes to the Western Regions. It seems that this is the case.

He looked at the young people in the distance who were still arguing just now, but now they were mourning and speechless. Thinking about the topic they were arguing just now, he murmured repeatedly: "Our era... has passed."

In a world of great strife, the era of feudal lords vying for supremacy has passed.

The world has become one.

But as those young people said just now, the old contradictions disappeared, and new contradictions emerged. The reforms in the past 50 years and the slightly brutal methods in the next 20 years have made it impossible for the nobles of the Kyushu Zhuxia to return to the country.

The reunification of the world is a foregone conclusion, and there is no possibility of repetition.

But is the reunification of the world the end of history?
The sky and the earth are constantly changing, the stars are changing, and the whole life is nothing but dust.

Hearing the news of Shi's death, Wei Yang felt an indescribable loneliness.

Sheng Chuo's great-grandson was slightly puzzled, thinking that the most vicious enemy died, shouldn't this be a happy thing?
So he asked: "Da Liang made, but the era of who knows who is over?"

Wei Yang said: "The era of lords vying for the throne, competing for the world, aspiring to win the Central Plains, and granting authority to the Central Plains is over."

"Then...what about after that?"

Wei Yang sighed and said: "In the past, the Mohists said that the way of the great way is also the way, the world is public, and the nine states are unified! Select the virtuous and capable, preach the faith and repair the harmony, so that the old man should not only kiss his relatives, not only his sons, so that old age will end. If you are strong, you will be useful, if you are young, you will have strengths, and the widows, widows, lonely, disabled and sick will all be supported; you don’t need to hide your evil things in the ground, and you don’t have to hide them in yourself, and you don’t need to be yourself if you don’t come from your body, so that everyone can get what they want. The division of duties is what everyone likes, and it is called the Paradise of Great Harmony."

"Probably, it was an era of debate on how to reach the Paradise of Datong."

Sheng Chuo's great-grandson was puzzled and asked: "The world is so big. To the west of Qin, there is still a country that worships fire; Ten states dominate one side. When you say that the world is united, is it the big Kyushu or the small Kyushu?"

Wei Yang pointed to those people who were shocked by the news and stopped working, those who were building the railway track, and the area in the distance that seemed to be covered with soot and the sky. He wanted to say something, but there was nothing in the end. Say.

After a while, he just sighed, and said in an unprecedentedly depressed tone: "It's still raining. It's been a spring rain. Let's go to Pengcheng."

The entourage held up the umbrella and returned to the carriage with these depressed words.

Sheng Chuo's great-grandson seemed to hold back for a long time, but he still couldn't hold back, and asked: "You said, your era has passed, then... then, is this our era?"

Wei Yang smiled, glanced at this young man who grew up in the circle of court aristocrats, who opened his mouth to be loyal to the emperor, but shut his mouth to Sheji, and said slowly: "No...you and we are in the same era. Loyal to the emperor or no emperor, Sheji Or the world, that is a debate of the same era."

Sheng Chuo's great-grandson thought to himself, you say that you and I are in the same era, but you also say that your era has passed, then...then I have just grown up, so I don't have my era anymore?

With the arrogance and stubbornness of a young man, he finally asked, "Then whose era is this?"

Wei Yang pointed to those people who were still arguing just now on the hill in the distance, and it took him a long time to speak.

"It is the era of those who talk about private property and shut down public property, who bow to public opinion and freedom, and who denounce fairness and explore human nature."

"Our time is over."

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