New Shun 1730

Two thousand years ago, when the First Emperor visited Kuaiji and crossed Zhejiang, Xiang Yu sighed as he watched the ceremonial procession, "He can be replaced."

In fact, just now, a similar scene has just reappeared here.

Meng Tiezhu sighed that he knew agronomy, management, and had looked after plantations. He could also replace the real owners of those plantations! It's just that he lacked the original capital.

This is the wolf.

When they began to think "nothing more than that", "he can be replaced", "a man should be like this", they were already wolves.

Because they were abandoned by the imperial examination system and abandoned by the bloodline system.

They were taught by Liu Yu, but Liu Yu's father was different from their father.

So they tried to take the marginal industrial and commercial route, but found that on this road, their boss was nothing more than that.

It's just taking advantage of the wind and taking off.

It was just that when their parents were working as tenants, their fathers were working as pirates, smugglers, and salt dealers, accumulating their first pot of gold, and then rising rapidly with the reforms of Dashun.

Or, a tenant who has been living thirty miles around the village all his life is really not qualified to say "What's so difficult about plantations", because for them, it is indeed difficult, after all, they have never been exposed to, learned, or experienced.

But this group of people who have no capital but are educated, have mastered advanced productivity and knowledge, and seem to be middle-class employees but are still proletarians, are really qualified to say "What's so difficult about plantations", "What's so difficult about collecting furs", "What's so difficult about opening a textile factory"?

Of course, this is the period of rapid market expansion after the Dashun reform, and these people have many opportunities.

Once they seize the opportunity, they can leap up and complete the class leap.

It's not that he can replace him, but that a husband should be like this, if he can, I can do it too, and from then on, we are equal and we are all family members.

But once there is no such opportunity in the future, once the opportunity is divided up, I am afraid that what is left at that time is just to face the imperial power and the privileged monopolists under the imperial power, and to express disdain that others can replace them.

Dashun can still afford to support one million students, one million students who are basically useless, to maintain the privileges of the gentry.

But can Dashun still afford to support one million marginal people? Can it support one million marginal people who are on the margins of society, unable to enter the system, but have more advanced productivity than the gentry students?

At this time, the empire is in the expansion period.

All things are flourishing and full of vitality.

A group of hungry wolves marginalized by the imperial examination society and the gentry society, fearing the imperial power and the power held by its surroundings, can only rush out to bite.

They devote themselves to the army, warships, commerce, industry, pirates, colonization, adventure, robbery, expansion, looking for opportunities to make a fortune in the colonies, and looking for ways to get the first pot of gold in the new world.

Full of hope for this thriving world.

They firmly believed that as long as they got the first pot of gold, they would be able to jump into the upper class of the Songsu system in this vibrant era, just like the pirates, smugglers, private salt dealers, border troops who robbed along the Songhua River, and the predecessors who sold military rations in the Northern War who were previously supported by Liu Yu.

Once the group of people who were above their heads, who made them always afraid, and the only ones they dared not look up to, died, disappeared, retired, or tore off their masks, or just showed a trace of hesitation when they were old.

Once this thriving, hopeful, and vibrant world began to stagnate.

Just like the young ranger who didn't read books in Daliang City many years ago and admired Xinling Jun.

That young man who didn't read books, huddled under the strongest power in the world, hibernated in the shadows, and was willing to be a pavilion chief.

But the strongest power in the world will also grow old and die one day.

For them, even the emerging class that has emerged in Songsu in recent years and is rich enough to rival a country, they still disdain it, thinking that it is nothing, just riding the wind and can replace it.

Just as Kang Budai commented on Liu Yu before, saying that Liu Yu is not a Dashun person.

In fact, these people are not Dashun people either.

Among the Dashun people, those who think that these emerging classes that are rich enough to rival a country are nothing are the core force around the emperor, and they think that three or five factory guards are enough.

Among non-Dashun people, there are many who think that these emerging classes that are rich enough to rival a country are nothing. They think that they are only a bucket of gold away from those people.

For twenty years, Liu Yu has been approachable, amiable, not arrogant, and will not fight a ceremonial battle unless necessary.

This is not to create an approachable personality.

After getting to this position, any positive personality is a death wish.

He is using twenty years to let these new students develop the habit of looking at each other level.

I am of noble blood, I am second only to the emperor, I am in a high position, I am at the top of the hierarchy of etiquette and law.

But I am just a person, I am so close to you, so close that I can joke with you, chat with you about family matters, and tell you some vulgar jokes.

Under the etiquette and law system, there is only one person above me.

I can laugh and chat with the emperor, and I can also laugh and chat with you.

Rounding off...

You are all used to looking at me straight, used to joking with me, and some of you have even smoked the cigarettes I handed over.

Then, how many people in this world are worthy of your admiration?

Maintaining the hierarchy of etiquette and law, more often, is just a sense of right.

Destroying them is also an unconscious right.

Liu Yu never said anything similar to these people.

There has never been such consciousness education in the new textbooks.

But he smiled at many people and looked into the eyes of many people, so many that he couldn't remember many names.

Sometimes he even took time to stroll around in the name of clerk training class, cowpox vaccination class, and Qingmiao loan management class.

The emperor knew that Liu Yu didn't have many direct descendants, and he was very sure of this.

Because he was still using the cutting-edge experience and secrets of the old times to watch Liu Yu's every move, and came to a definite, correct conclusion of the old times: Liu Yu's direct descendants didn't have much power at all.

But the emperor didn't know what Liu Yu left behind.

It was not Liu Yu's turn to talk about the truth of cutting wood for weapons, rising up, killing the unjust, and not being a dead body of hunger.

Thousands of years, countless people have talked about it, deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and it is natural.

What Liu Yu left behind were hundreds of marginalized people who had mastered advanced knowledge and productivity, trained organizational skills in the company's rural Qingmiao loan colony, and looked the Duke in the eye.

They were hundreds of teenagers who did not read "books" and middle-aged people who worked as pavilion chiefs under the rule of the First Emperor.

So, when Meng Songlu faced the first problem of this trip to Honolulu, he could only choose the "riot sailor republic".

Because these people who had no fame, no wealth, no bloodline, and no reading, looked at him and even mocked him.

Of course, this was their reason.

As for Meng Songlu's own reason, there was also one.

Because the educational philosophy of their school was "universal Confucianism".

And the perfect system they envisioned was that the Confucian was a saint, governing the half-comprehensive sergeants below, and then managing the sergeants below who were proficient in one of the six arts, and then managing the lower-ranking officers below who had to master one of the arts of etiquette, marriage and funeral.

With their envisioned elementary school, county school, Sungkyunkwan system, and the educational concept of sending students to the grassroots for training after graduation from Sungkyunkwan.

And with their envisioned political fantasies such as cultivating both civil and military skills, mastering the six arts, promoting soldiers to the second of the four classes, and county councils.

In fact, their ideal system is similar to the philosopher king, the Knights, and the Academic Council.

The "universal scholar" they defined is the philosopher king, the king of singles, the god of war of Sun Wu, the king of technology, the big man of science, and the king of mathematics, all in one.

So after waiting to get on the ship, Meng Songlu soon fell into deep self-doubt.

He once thought that he was a senior officer and could be a general scholar.

But when the ship sailed in the ocean, he found that he was actually just a corporal.

Even, he embarrassedly discovered that he did not learn to be a general scholar, and the result was that everything was mediocre.

Under the educational philosophy of their school, he did not even touch the edge of a general scholar, so how could he be qualified to manage these people as a superior?

Actually, this is a bit of self-deprecation on Meng Songlu's part.

Because the situation on the ship was too special.

It should be said that at this time, the world was not the world, but the entire earth outside the world. The power of science and mathematics, in addition to the Academy of Sciences, can be best reflected on the ship.

When the ship is sailing in the vast ocean, it is the time for "specialists" to show their skills.

Meng Songlu thought he was proficient in the six arts. In fact, mathematics was not bad, at least compared with the nearly one million students of Dashun, it was definitely not bad.

But the result was that on the ship, a man with a little stutter, who could not even recite the Analects, and was not good-looking, was shocked by the simple skill of calculating longitude and latitude with the moon distance angle method, which made Meng Songlu fall into self-doubt for four or five days.

This was also their own fault.

If it were another school, there would be a sense of superiority among scholars.

The founder of their school, Yan Xizhai, criticized many people and was a firm adherent of the theory that "opening books is useless". Therefore, a person who can't even recite the Analects but can accurately draw the current position of the ship on the map based on the position of the moon and stars, in their school, is actually... a sergeant.

Those who are proficient in one of the six arts can be called Confucianists. Most of the students in the world are literati and are not qualified to be called Confucianists. This is what their school said.

Of course, their school has good ideas and wants to teach elite "universal Confucianists".

The problem is that reality is cruel. Meng Songlu, a disciple of the master, is far from being a universal Confucian. He can't even calculate the longitude using the lunar distance angle...

Society is dividing labor.

Disciplines are also dividing labor.

In addition, Liu Yu has rebuilt a new learning system...

In fact, the "universal Confucian" of their school requires this universal Confucian to be a philosopher king, a duel king, a war god of Sun Wu, a technology king, a science master, and a mathematics king, with multiple jobs.

When science and technology only stopped at the level of building water wheels, and when mathematics stopped at the level of being able to divide land, collect taxes and calculate calendars, this idea of ​​a general scholar was still possible in theory.

Even if he had already started to operate in Honolulu at this time, Meng Songlu's gap and self-doubt would not be so great. After all, mathematics is not actually used to calculate the moon's distance angle and calculate longitude and latitude in daily life.

But it happened that he was on the boat at this time.

He found that he was not a general scholar, and even in some aspects he was far behind these "Confucian scholars". At most, he could be regarded as a leader in rituals and music.

Therefore, he himself did not think that he was qualified to govern them.

So, the "riot sailor republic" was originally just for the future division of spoils, accounts, and profit distribution.

Gradually, it could only become the "Six Arts Confucian Scholars Divisional Deliberation System" or "Professional Cabinet Deliberation System" envisioned by their school.

More than 40 people came to the primitive island, expecting that everyone above them would be equal, and everyone below them would be hooligans.

After all, in the republic of riot sailors, the territory is only one blacklisted ship, and all "citizens" are on the ship. Those who want to eat more and take more will be hanged on the ship.

But when we get to the island, there are still 300,000 or 400,000 people. Do we want to make them equal to us?

Before Meng Songlu went to the island, he still wanted to educate one side, make it a vassal, and restore the Zhou Li system.

The remaining thirty or so people told Meng Songlu: No, you don't want to, what you want is for our group to grab more benefits on this island, complete our class leap in the Songsu economic system, and pull this island into the Songsu economic system as soon as possible.

We ran so far, not to build an ideal country. You are not a Confucian scholar, you don't have the ability to manage a primitive country with a population of hundreds of thousands by yourself.