August 15th, the Mid-Autumn Festival.
After the heat of summer, the late autumn finally came to Hangzhou City. When the golden leaves fell in the wind, it always gave people a feeling of laziness. If the time was pushed back a few months, when Ning Yi and Su Tan'er set off from Jiangning, they wanted to enjoy this kind of atmosphere — at least, it could be said that this was one of the things they wanted to enjoy. However, in the past few months, all kinds of things intertwined with each other, and finally pushed the reality to an unexpected result.
Ning Yi was enjoying this autumn. To put it in a more literary way, he always felt a little lonely. But in any case, at least on the surface, he could still feel these things with an attitude of enjoyment. Since it was useless to complain, then it was better to cover up the feeling of complaining under the cover of enjoyment.
Fang La had been enthroned two days ago, and the festive atmosphere of the enthronement ceremony still continued in the city. For Ning Yi, with his current identity, he could not feel too much joy, and it seemed that there was no need for him to feel too much sadness. The only effect was that the academy had been on vacation for the past two days, so he took Xiao Chan out for a stroll yesterday.
Since returning to Hangzhou, this was the first time he went out with the purpose of relaxing, and it also indicated that the original tension during that period of time could be temporarily put down. Xiaochan was obviously in a much more relaxed mood.
At this time, Hangzhou City had just caught its breath after the chaos of war, but the flow of materials had more or less resumed. Ning Yi and Xiaochan strolled around a few streets that had been revitalized because of the celebration of the new dynasty. In addition to all kinds of flowers and banners made for the celebration, there were all kinds of bamboo and wood frames and workers in twos and threes. In this post-war city, it created a scene of thousands of things waiting to be done.
At this time, the prices in Hangzhou were expensive, but when Ning Yi went out, Ah Chang and Ah Ming naturally followed him. They bought some bits and pieces of daily necessities, probably at the public expense. The new house didn't feel like home, but with Xiaochan, she ran around with all kinds of things these days, like a diligent little ant, which made people feel that she was cute. In the past, she was also an omnipotent little housekeeper in the Su family. At this time, she tidied up the room with all kinds of things, which finally made people feel a little intimate.
Now, Xiaochan was still working in the clinic across the wall. While working, she learned some medical theory and pharmacology from the old doctor surnamed Liu. The old doctor's temperament was not bad, but he didn't like Ning Yi. It was mainly because Ning Yi had said some theories about suturing wounds some time ago. The old doctor felt that he was a little boastful, and every time he scolded him, he said that he was ignorant and incompetent. However, Xiao Chan was very obedient. These days, the old man might have treated her as his granddaughter. Ning Yi didn't know if Little Chan would become a little miracle doctor in the future.
Every afternoon or evening, when they were together, Ning Yi liked to ask Xiaochan about what she had learned in the clinic. Because if he didn't ask, Xiaochan basically wouldn't tell him. The girl still followed her role. Every day, when she was with Ning Yi, she would think about cooking, washing dishes, boiling water, washing clothes, making tea, and even helping Ning Yi move a stool. Sometimes, even though she was long-winded, she only talked about things that she found interesting. She didn't review the lessons that the old doctor taught her in her head. For her, those things were secondary.
The school would be closed for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and there were still some things to do in the clinic. Therefore, Xiaochan went to the clinic in the morning to help. With nothing to do at home, Ning Yi wanted to write down the things that he had been thinking about recently, but he felt that it was boring. He was not a Confucian disciple, and he had no desire to write down his thoughts. However, after learning about the situation in Fang La's army through the Tyrant's Saber Camp, he would occasionally have some ideas like "How should I rebel". It would be interesting if he could write down a set of rules based on these ideas.
The reason why he felt that writing was boring was that he hadn't found the key breakthrough point.
After thinking for a while, someone knocked on the door. Ning Yi went out to have a look and saw a Taoist priest with a banner talking to Ah Chang. The Taoist priest had come to sell Fu paper and the God of Fortune because the Mid-Autumn Festival was coming. At this time, Hangzhou was filled with people from all walks of life. After the Taoist priest left, some monks came to beg for alms and sell things. Occasionally, people from Jianghu walked by with weapons.
Every society had its own ecology. Sitting on the stone block at the door and basking in the sun, Ning Yi was thinking about the things that he had to do recently.
The most important thing, which was also the center of everything, was to send Xiaochan away and back to Su Tan 'er's side. Of course, the most ideal situation was to go with her, but it seemed to be very difficult. Xiaochan was here as his hostage, but it was not impossible to send her away. However, there were two stages. First, he had to send Xiaochan out of the city, and then he had to let Xiaochan travel hundreds of miles to Huzhou safely. The first stage was very feasible, and there were many ways to do it. However, Ning Yi had no way to let Xiaochan go to Huzhou alone for the time being.
Everything else was an additional problem that arose from the previous matter. If Xiaochan failed to escape, how could he ensure her and his survival? If Xiaochan escaped successfully, how could he protect himself? Regarding this problem, he had to increase his value or increase his sincerity in helping the other party. These were all idle words that he wrote on a daily basis, and there was no fixed routine. The things that he wanted to write were also part of this problem.
He did not write them to fool others, but he really thought about these things. Since he was going to live here for a while, he had to find something to do. It was probably boring to teach some students. Now that there was a living example of a peasant uprising in front of him. Although it was not easy to write it now, Ning Yi still had a basic framework for an idea in his mind.
Ambition, desire, or ideals were probably called subjective initiative in the future. To a large extent, it could be the deciding factor for a person or a group of people to achieve great things. Although this saying could not be applied everywhere, at least in the current uprising, it had become the biggest restriction point. A group of peasants did not have strong subjective initiative. Most of the soldiers would rob and rob, and there would be a time when they felt that they had 'robbed enough'. They were not literati who wanted to bring peace to the world, nor were they soldiers who could simply follow orders and charge forward. When the proportion of peasants in the army was too large, there would be a time when they would slowly stop.
Throughout history, the truly successful uprisings or peasant uprisings were, to a certain extent, the first point was that they were the true trend of the times. In other words, a group of literati cried and shouted that the world should be destroyed. The second point was that the insurgents were able to train the peasants into soldiers, which meant that they would listen to orders and not ask, 'What are we going to rob?' The first point was the most important. Of course, there were exceptions, such as Zhu Di of the Ming Dynasty who raised troops, but that was not a peasant uprising. In a peasant uprising, the importance of the first point was almost irreplaceable.
And in the long river of history, there were many peasant uprisings. Because of famine, because of plague, because of riots, because of famine, because of plague, because of chaos, someone raised his arm, and tens of thousands of people rose up. They rushed forward like locusts, and then fell silent. But almost all of the leaders of the uprising had never really thought about how to use everyone's full strength. Throughout the long river of history that Ning Yi knew of, there was only one instance where the concept of subjective initiative, or even ideals, was applied to peasant uprisings.
That was the Communist uprising of the later generations.
No matter what the later generations thought of that revolution, at least at that time, the power of that group of peasants was the greatest, and they also created perhaps the most incorruptible revolutionary force in the entire history of mankind.
At that time, Ning Yi was also a young man who was angry. At that time, he had looked for some information about the Japanese kamikaze death squads. It was at the end of World War II, when the Japanese shouted the slogan of "100 million pieces of jade" and prepared to keep the Americans out. At that time, the Japanese pilots tied explosives to light bombers or fighter jets, and even carried only one-way fuel, and directly crashed into American planes or ships. Because of this kind of reckless fighting method, even some of the American ace pilots were psychologically affected. Some of them were unstable when landing on their own motherships, causing their planes to crash.
In addition to this kamikaze death squad, at that time, along the coast of Japan, they installed torpedoes on the steering wheel and trained the sailors to drive them, preparing to directly crash into American ships in this way. Of course, this kind of fighting method was prepared to prevent a large-scale landing by the United States. Later, the United States did not land, and these torpedoes were not put to use.
At that time, when he learned about this information, Ning Yi felt terrified from the bottom of his heart. Of course, he had also thought about how to replicate such a nation, or to use it as a reference in business management. Later, he saw the records of the Battle of Chosin Reservoir during the War to Resist the United States and Aid Korea.
At that time, the volunteers who entered Korea encountered a harsh winter, and there was a serious lack of winter clothing. At that time, in order to attack the United States, they sent troops to ambush in advance. In the winter of minus 40 degrees, under heavy snow, and freezing conditions, entire companies of people froze to death in their positions. Until they froze to death, these people maintained their shooting positions and did not let go of their weapons. They just did not wait for their enemy.
If the spirit of the Japanese came from "fanaticism," it was difficult to describe what the spirit of these volunteers came from. Throughout the period of the War of Resistance and the Civil War, this spirit of the Communists could be seen everywhere. No one could deny the sincerity of the original Communists in wanting to save China. At that time, due to the development of various kinds of technology, the role of pure manpower on the battlefield had been greatly suppressed. If such an army could be replicated in ancient times, where manpower was extremely dependent, even if part of this method was replicated, even if the army of Genghis Khan, which was equally fanatical and had burned the flames of war all the way to Europe, would probably be nothing in front of such a team.
There was no need for more advanced technology, no need for gunpowder, no need for tank rifles, even if they only used simple knives, this kind of team would be able to cut down the Wu dynasty and cut down the Liao dynasty. Of course, the emergence of the spirit of later generations was due to the participation and restriction of many factors. It was extremely difficult to replicate it, but perhaps some of it could be imitated and learned as much as possible.
Fang La had also said in the army that "all laws are equal, there is no difference between superior and inferior." But in essence, he did not believe in it, and in the end, it only became a slogan. The basis for people to believe in it was that they had to do it themselves. They had to seriously have a set of principles. In the eyes of people, they had to have a set of words that was enough to make people believe that they were working hard for a great cause, just like those scholars who sincerely believed that they were "creating peace for all ages." Then all of this would have a beginning.
It would be troublesome to copy Das Kapital, but it was always necessary to refer to it. It was not impossible to piece together many sociological ideas of later generations and weave a set of principles based on "fairness." Ning Yi himself did not believe in it. It might be too late for Fang La's army to carry out such a thing, but if people saw it, it might be possible to fool them. The important thing was that some people had already seen that the lack of faith and ambition had affected them. So, he could do it more thoroughly, and people would be interested in it.
The idea had to be high, and the foundation had to be simple and popular. On the morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival, he sat on the stone block under the sunlight and thought with his eyes narrowed.
I'll just treat it as a pyramid scheme.
Then he thought that in order to protect Xiaochan and himself, he planned to preach. That would be too much of a ruckus. Of course, at this time, he was just thinking about it, and he had to adapt to the situation. If he stayed here long enough, he would have to find something to do no matter what.
After thinking about it for a while, he was about to go back to the clinic to see Xiaochan. When he got up, he found that there was a man on the opposite side of the road who seemed to have been watching him for a while and was walking toward him.
The man was dressed in black and looked like a man from Jianghu, but he did not carry any weapons. He was tall and thin, and he looked at Ning Yi with a frown on his face. Ning Yi also frowned. Looking at the expression of Ah Chang, who was not far away, he realized that this man had come for him as expected. He had been in contact with the information of the Tyrant's Saber Camp for several days, so he had some understanding of the appearance of some people in Fang La's army. At this time, he looked at the names in his mind, and the man cupped his hands.
"Your Excellency, are you Ning Yi or Ning Liheng?" He asked politely.
"Yes, and you are …"
"I'm An Xifu."
Ning Yi sighed. He was here to challenge the dojo.
So he said with a smile, "Have you eaten?"
*****
I'm afraid that this chapter won't be very popular. First, some people will think that I'm exaggerating. Second, I'm afraid that inserting the history of the "future" into an ancient time-travel novel will mess up the feeling. Third … (I'm trying to omit a lot of words here). But after thinking about it for a long time, I still have to write it because it's something that I've been thinking about for a long time.
To put it simply, no one can doubt the sincerity of those revolutionaries, and what they did at that time was really against the natural order. Just by looking at the military strength of both sides during the civil war, I can see the climax … Let's not talk about what happened after that. Of course, that's not the main point. The main point is that instead of paying attention to the explosive technology, I think it's better to focus on the people themselves. Of course, the technology still has to be explosive. Both sides must be strong, and a harmonious society must develop in harmony.
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