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Chapter seven hundred and ninth finale

"I am a writer."

"Writer?" Zhao Huan was slightly stunned, "It's interesting, does the writer actually believe in that kind of trick?"

"You seem to be disdainful of that set?"

"What practical value do you think that set can have?"

Li Wenzheng said: "Yes, everyone is an ordinary person. If you stab a knife with a knife, you will bleed. The king is arrogant and it is unreasonable in itself, and he is just an ordinary person."

Zhao Huan shook his head and smiled, "So, do you think there is no need for a king, and the people above are elected by the people themselves to represent the will of the people?"

"Isn't it?"

"Is the will of the people correct?"

"The will of the people is the majority will, and the majority is correct."

Zhao Huan was silent for a while, and Li Wenzheng continued: "Everyone is eager to make his own decisions and live according to his own ideas, rather than being subject to kings and nobles."

"You don't understand, most of them do not mean that they must be correct. The vision of ordinary people is restrained." Zhao Huan raised his hand, "Look, I only have two hands and a pair of eyes. My eyesight is limited, and my hearing is limited. Our body is easily damaged."

"So, human beings are a very sensitive life, full of sensitivity to the world, resulting in doubt and fear."

Zhao Huan's tone was very calm: "Suspicion and fear will make us lose our judgment of rationality."

"Do you know why there are so many trolls on the Internet in later generations?"

Li Wenzheng looked at Zhao Huan. It was the first time she heard this statement and couldn't help but become curious.

"The human body is too fragile, so all behaviors are self-protection. Even speaking on the Internet is a self-protection behavior."

“How to say it?”

"The strong desire to express is to hope that others can recognize each other. Only when others recognize each other will they feel a sense of recognition and thus create a sense of security. Because the Internet cannot see the other person, the people themselves strongly hope that the other person will agree, so the language begins to be out of control! If a normal person stands in front of him, will they still use the aggressive tone on the Internet?"

Li Wenzheng was a little shaken by the emperor's statement.

Zhao Huan continued: "If you really want to change the fate of mankind, you must first understand the weaknesses of mankind. The human body itself is subject to many limitations, both vision and hearing, are greatly limited. Do you think ordinary people can really look at the world in a comprehensive and objective manner?"

There is an example. Someone asked a farmer who farmed, how do you think the emperor lived every day?

The farmer said, "The Emperor?" His hoe should be made of gold!"

Can you blame the farmers for being ignorant?

cannot!

Because this is an ordinary person, everyone's cognitive boundaries are limited.

Li Wenzheng said: "According to your statement, isn't human civilization without hope?"

"Human civilization has always been led by great wisdom. Great wisdom can grasp current affairs, adapt to the general trend, unite ordinary people, guide them to the general trend, and achieve common interests. Instead of talking about your way of democracy and freedom as long as there is nothing yet."

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Zhao Huan added: "You must know that once the evil of human nature is emitted, it is unimaginable that you have given full absolute freedom, and that will be a catastrophe for everyone."

After saying that, Zhao Huan stood up and said, "In this era, what is needed is the people who are well-fed and well-dressed. As for what will happen in the future, I can no longer control it."

After saying that, he left.

The next day, He Liming entered the palace and said, "Your Majesty, she hanged herself."

Zhao Huan is writing a book: "On Contradiction".

"Yeah, go down."

The sun was shining outside, and Zhao Chun came in wearing a clean and simple dress: "Dad."

"Come on, come on."

Zhao Chun walked to Zhao Huan and Zhao Huan said, "This book is called "Theory of Contradiction". If you study it carefully, it will guide the continuous changes of the entire China in the future. Even if you fight again a hundred years later, as long as China accepts it, you can rectify the situation and get back on track."

Zhao Chun took the book and said, "Dad, I know, you have always told me that the current contradiction in the Song Dynasty was the contradiction between the people's food and grain output. Later, he said it was the contradiction between the old system of the court and the new business. Only by reforming the old system can new business be developed."

"Chun'er, what the Song Dynasty will be handed over to you in the future. You must think carefully about the principles here, think deeply, be good at listening to suggestions from many parties, but you must have your own opinions and study this book more. This book was sent to your father and me by a saint."

"knew."

"Let's go, accompany my father to the Heroes Temple and the Martyrs' Temple."

The afternoon sun shines on the Bian River, illuminating the waves.

There is a clean and tidy park in the north of Tokyo, where two stone tablets are combed.

It was the resting place for soldiers who had shed blood for the Song Dynasty for so many years.

Another place is the tombs of civil officials, scientists and others who made outstanding contributions to the Song Dynasty.

The autumn wind blows, and golden leaves dance in the sky in the park.

Not far away, there are some children playing by the river, and they laugh in the autumn sun.

"Chun'er, people here must never forget that Dad often tells you that the evil of human nature is immeasurable, but the good of human nature can also change the world."

Seeing the children playing with their parents on the grass by the river, Zhao Huan's eyes seemed a little wet. According to the orthodox history, there are still wars in the entire Central Plains, and people are living in poverty.
Chapter completed!
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