After lunch.

Liu Jinyuan, who had just recovered, proposed to look around the city. Caiyi wanted to accompany him there, but Liu Jinyuan refused, and finally Lin Yueru went for a walk with him.

Looking at Liu Jinyuan's back, Li Xiaoyao was a little helpless, while Caiyi on the side was full of bitterness.

This is the reason why Liu Jinyuan is unacceptable.

on the street.

Liu Jinyuan's dress and hairstyle seemed out of place here.

Whether it is the local people or Liu Jinyuan, both sides are somewhat disliked by the other.

Although some people stick to traditional hairstyles and choose to pay health penalty tax for this, the People's Revolutionary Federation did not say anything about it.

In fact, this was also deliberately done by Bai Yulou in order to isolate the diehards.

Farmers, workers, soldiers, and civil servants all have short hair and do not want to shave their hair. They are all leftover squires, traditional scholars, and a small number of self-employed businesses.

The People's Revolutionary Federation also follows the rules. For those wealthy people who do not harm the other party and are usually charitable, they will open the door and use the method of compulsory redemption to clear their land.

And these people are the main body of diehards who retain certain property.

This is also the reason why ordinary people show disgust when they see people with traditional hairstyles on the street.

Because most people don't want to go back to the past, people who keep traditional hairstyles will subconsciously think that these people have an attempt to restore feudalism.

And these people are also destined to be unable to enter the official system of the People's Revolutionary Federation.

Even if thousands of Confucian scholars kept asking Baiyulou for their orders, hoping that the People's Revolutionary Federation could divide the imperial examinations and promote Confucianism, Baiyulou did not even have the desire to see it.

The vast majority of these Confucian scholars only play tricks and let them enter the Human Revolutionary Alliance, which will only pollute the interior.

After all, the economic foundation determines the position. The people who could read in the classical era started out as small landlords. Do you really think that they read for the sake of "prosperity for all generations" and "Great Harmony in the world"?

Don't be kidding, most of these scholars are speculators, just intending to use Confucianism as a stepping stone, so that they can gain fame and fortune, and gain benefits for the family.

There are very few Confucian scholars who really serve the country and the people. Even if there are such idealists, it is estimated that there is no way to stay in the officialdom for a long time.

From the very beginning, Bai Yulou did not expect these traditional scholars and scholars. He did not need to adapt to the times, but to adapt to him.

If Liu Jinyuan couldn't awaken himself, then even if he went to Panyu, Baiyulou would choose to die.

The streets are very clean, very different from the small cities of the Song Dynasty.

Many orphans and widows are arranged to be sanitation workers and health inspectors, maintaining the health system of the entire city.

Liu Jinyuan saw with his own eyes that a spitting man, after being fined, even spanked his **** with bamboo sticks in the street.

Violent Qin! This is the cool method of violent Qin! Liu Jinyuan's face was a little ugly.

Suddenly, he met two young scholars with traditional hairstyles. The other party saw Liu Jinyuan, who was a stranger, and involuntarily leaned forward.

One of the well-dressed men in blue clothes cupped his hands and asked, "In Xia Chu Fu, the cursive character is Keming, and the eyes of the elder brother are very good, but he came from outside?"

"In Liu Jinyuan, the cursive character Siqi, from Bianjing."

"Liu Jinyuan of Bianjing? But the champion of the new division?" The eyes of another gentleman in white lit up.

Liu Jinyuan hurriedly fooled the past: "It's just the same name, I don't know the name of Xiongtai Gao?"

"It turned out to be the same name, and it is also how the champion of the first prize came to this place of Hu Feng. Under Zhang Mingyu, the cursive words are the same." The white-clothed gentleman cupped his hands and replied.

"The two are natives of Yueyang?"

Chu Fu nodded, but Zhang Mingyu shook his head: "Alas! My family was forcibly moved from Wuzhou."

"Brother Liu, Tongguang, and this girl, we might as well go to the teahouse to have a drink and talk in detail." Chu Fu suggested.

"it is good."

"Respect is worse than obedience."

"I listen to my cousin."

After a while, they came to a small shop called Yunwu Teahouse.

The shop is on the side of the old moat, and across the river is the endless farmland. Because it is close to the new area, it is not built in the old city, but outside the city.

In Yueyang in December, although the wind was cold, it did not snow.

Ordered a small charcoal stove and Longjing tea, plus some small pastries.

Everyone was talking while drinking tea.

"Brother Chu, Brother Zhang, the younger brother is new here, I don't know the situation here, please give me more advice."

Chu Fu vomited bitterly with some grief and anger: "Brother Liu should return to Bianjing as soon as possible after his illness is cured! There are no imperial examination candidates here, they only recruit the children of farmers and craftsmen as officials."

"How do the children of farmers and craftsmen become officials? They don't know big characters. Isn't this nonsense?" Liu Jinyuan added another dissatisfaction to the People's Revolutionary Federation.

Zhang Mingyu explained: "They are engaged in compulsory education, and now more schools are being built in various places, even in the countryside."

"Huh? Compulsory education?"

Chu Fu explained: "Even children over the age of 8, both men and women must receive 6 years of compulsory education, the money is paid by the government, and a lunch is included."

"This is a good thing! Isn't this the teaching of a saint?" Liu Jinyuan was a little surprised.

"But this school doesn't teach the Four Books and Five Classics, it's a textbook of Taoist books. My Confucian classics only account for less than eleven in the Chinese language. If this goes on, the inheritance of the sages will be cut off. Woohoo! Alas!" Chu Fu was heartbroken. said.

Zhang Mingyu also had a look of grief on his face: "There are some bizarre and ingenious skills in the Daoge Records. If things go on like this, the ethics of the general principles will collapse, and the country will not be a country."

Liu Jinyuan was also full of grief and anger at this time: "If you are so disobedient to God's will, he will be punished by God in the future."

Right now.

On the road not far away, a group of teenagers, led by a few middle-aged people, lined up to walk into the distance, singing in unison as they walked.

"Who are we? We are the children of the people!"

"Who are we? We are the masters of the world!"

"Who are we? We are the builders of Datong!"

"Ah... Datong World will surely succeed!"

"It's a world where everyone is fed and rich!"

"That's a world where everyone reads and understands!"

"That's a world where everyone is equal and democratic!"

"Ah... this is Datong World!"

Loud singing, powerful steps, these teenagers are full of vigor.

Liu Jinyuan was a little stunned. In the monarch-subject system of the feudal era, saying that he was the master of the world was no less than writing an anti-poem.

And the People's Revolutionary Federation actually instilled this idea in children, which made Liu Jinyuan extremely terrified.

Chu Fu and Zhang Mingyu on the side were not much better.

"Who are we? We are the enemy's nightmare!"

"Who are we? We are rotten cleaners!"

"Who are we? We are the gravediggers of the old world!"

"Ah... Datong World will surely succeed!"

…

The singing faded away.

The hearts of Liu Jinyuan and the others were cold.

"Are they crazy?"

Chu Fu shook his head: "That person can swept half of the country, relying on this set of evil ways to kill the rich and help the poor to win over people's hearts."

Zhang Mingyu, shaking his head, stood by the fence and pointed to the field across the river:

"There is a certain amount of wealth in the world. Killing the rich and helping the poor is just a crooked way of drinking poison to quench thirst. There is also that ridiculous tax per pound. How can you enrich the country and strengthen the army without the land tax? This is the way to die."

This is also what Liu Jinyuan is puzzled about: "You two, do they really only receive one pound of grain per mu of land?"

Chu Fu did not deny this: "My family's 3,000 mu of land was forcibly bought by the government, and now there are only 120 mu left, but they really only received 12 catties of rice this season."

Liu Jinyuan suddenly realized: "In this way, the government must be very short of food, no wonder they did not go all out to the northern expedition to the Central Plains."

But among the guests at another table not far away, a young man with short hair suddenly said:

"Ridiculous! How ridiculous is the Confucianism!"

"You..." Chu Fu glared angrily on the table.

Liu Jinyuan quickly grabbed Chu Fu, then cupped his hands and asked, "I dare to ask this brother, what's so ridiculous about me?"

"Hahaha..." The young man looked up to the sky and smiled: "The Confucian disciples are just like this, do you really think that half of the Analects can govern the world? Yang Zhu and Guan Zi have not read it, right?"

"Humph! Merchant and Jia Moliu, covered with copper stench, why should my saint disciple talk about business?" Chu Fu sneered.

"Really? It turns out that you are immortals who don't eat human fireworks? Hehehe..." The young man said strangely.

What? Chu Fu couldn't react for a while.

However, Liu Jinyuan heard the implication, but he also despised the businessman and Yang Zhuzhi: "Do you think that with Yang Zhu's technique, you can enrich the country and strengthen the army?"

"Confucian, don't you see the world with your own eyes? Learning is not born from books, but is made down-to-earth."

Liu Jinyuan was also a little angry: "Then I want to hear your high opinion."

"Today, I will let you scumbags open their eyes and understand what economics is." The young man continued:

"The state controls the monopoly of salt, iron and grain distribution, and farmers realize the wealth of the people through equalization of land and low taxes, and through wages for workers.

In this way, the government can use the money to purchase the grain and agricultural products of the farmers, and the farmers can buy the industrial products;

In this way, the government has obtained industrial products, food, and taxes. This is a mutually beneficial and win-win cycle. Now you know where the money comes from? "

"Huang Miao! This is to compete with the people for profit, and the government is a businessman, which is simply insulting." Chu Fu retorted with a flushed face.

The young man glanced at him with contempt: "Competing with the people for profit? Humiliating Sven? Who are you people? It can't be you, right?"

"Hahaha..." The other tea guests also laughed.

"You..." Chu Fu was trembling with anger.

The young man was arrogant and continued to rant: "The government does not do business, do you have to rely on you disciples of saints to do business? Isn't it behind those profiteers, you scholars and nobles?"

Another bearded man said indignantly:

"That is, a few years ago, when Dongting Lake flooded, the brother-in-law of the magistrate of Yueyang hoarded 8,000 stone of rice, and deliberately set fire to the official warehouse. This is the face of the saint's disciple."

"Wang Juren's family in the west of the city is also full of poetry and books. Last year, the tenants in Xiaoba Township were hit by disasters, and they wanted to ask Wang Juren for a season of grace. As a result, several tenants were beaten to death by his servants."

"besides…"

Many tea drinkers unscrupulously exposed the brutality and cruelty of these scholar-bureaucrats and landlords.

This made Liu Jinyuan's face very gloomy. He wanted to refute, but he didn't know how to speak.

On the other hand, Zhang Mingyu was not convinced, and he retorted: "These are just black sheep and cannot represent the disciples of saints."

"It's just a joke. Since you said they were not disciples of saints, why didn't the Song Dynasty expel them from their fame?"

"The official family is only deceived by villains, as long as I wait for Qingliu..."

The young man waved his hand: "If his old Zhao family could, he wouldn't even be able to take back the sixteen states of Youyun and Hetao, and he would send New Year coins to Bei Liao every year.

Another fatal blow.

In fact, the Northern Song Dynasty also attached great importance to commerce, but the corruption of officials was too serious, coupled with the continuous acquisition of land by scholars, nobles and landlords, resulting in huge income, but also huge expenditure.

And the more terrifying problem is that spending is not being used reasonably.

For example, when a major disaster occurred in the Song Dynasty, the young and strong among the victims were usually incorporated into the Xiang army. Although this model could prevent the victims from rebelling, the manpower was wasted.

If cash-for-work can be carried out, a large amount of infrastructure can be organized, and these young people can be used rationally, the Song Dynasty can revitalize the three redundant problems.

It is a pity that the level of corruption among officials in the Song Dynasty was slightly better than that in the Ming Dynasty.

It is estimated that Bianjing allocated 10,000 yuan of funds, only half of it left after leaving Bianjing, and maybe only one-tenth left when it arrived at the place.

If you encounter insatiable greed, it is possible to swallow them all directly.

Then in order to complete the task of the court, either fooling around or passing it on to the common people, no matter which possibility is, it is a very bad thing.

But that was the local norm in feudal times.

This is also the reason why Baiyulou is constantly purifying its interior. As long as the official system does not degenerate, the People's Revolutionary Federation can mobilize all its forces to the greatest extent possible.

If the public service system degenerates, it will not only lead to a decline in social efficiency, but also lead to ineffective use of resources.

The Three Redundancy Problem in the Song Dynasty is a very typical example of negative teaching materials.

If the productivity and income of the Song Dynasty can be used 100% effectively, the Northern Liaoning and Western Xia can be completely exhausted with money and resources.

In the debate in the teahouse, Liu Jinyuan and others fell into the disadvantage.

After being scolded by everyone and unable to refute, Chu Fu and Zhang Mingyu were stubborn, and they just used the four books and five classics to stir up the sophistry.

Liu Jinyuan was a little disappointed.

If all the saints and disciples in the world are like this, and they have no way to refute other people's actual evidence, they use sophistry to harass them, can such people really govern the country and bring peace to the world?

This is the first time Liu Jinyuan has doubted the sage's knowledge and disciples. Is it really so unbearable?

Once the seed of doubt is planted, it will take root and sprout uncontrollably.

The teahouse broke up unhappily after discussing Taoism.

On the way back, Liu Jinyuan looked at the horizon as the sun set in the west, filled with hesitation and fear.

Lin Yueru comforted: "Cousin, don't worry about your knowledge. The main thing now is to recuperate from illness. As long as I can live a happy life, I will be satisfied."

In an instant, Liu Jinyuan was stunned.

Yes! If the common people can live and work in peace and contentment, and the country can enrich the country and strengthen its soldiers, then what this knowledge is and what does it matter.

Before the rise of Confucianism and Taoism, the Xia, Shang and Zhou Dynasties also existed for thousands of years.

Could it be that this is what the ancients said: Heaven's actions are constant, not for Yao's existence, not for Jie's death.

Is this how the Datong world is realized?

One question after another emerged in Liu Jinyuan's heart. He was troubled by these questions, and at the same time, he was more eager to understand everything about the People's Revolutionary Federation in order to answer his inner doubts.

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