Hold a big event to let people feel that I need them?
Sui Xiong pondered.
Let people feel that I need them … The best way should be to start with faith, right? As long as I let the church strengthen its preaching and put on a posture that I need faith, it should be fine.
But, I really don't need faith …
He shook his head secretly and rejected the idea.
Although even if he didn't need it, he could still put on a show, but Sui Xiong committed the common problem of artists — stubbornness.
He didn't want to use this deceptive method to solve the problem.
He knew that this kind of stubbornness would not help solve the problem. It was just pure willfulness, but he wanted to be willful.
How could an artist not have a stubborn and tactful temper!
Didn't you see Li Bai and Du Fu? Those were also artists, literary artists. Were they tactful? Tactful my ass!
Yan Zhenqing, a calligrapher, tactful? Tactful my ass!
Zheng Xie, a calligrapher, a painter, tactful? What was that? I don't understand …
As an artist, Sui Xiong admired these predecessors very much. It was fine if he didn't have the qualifications, but when he did, he always wanted to imitate the predecessors.
So now, he wanted to imitate the predecessors.
This kind of theoretical unnecessary stubbornness caused him so much trouble that he couldn't think of a suitable way for a long time.
Finally, he thought from home to abroad, and finally found something valuable in the corner of his memory.
After the establishment of the former Soviet Union, for some unknown reason, perhaps because of the need for national construction, the then head of state, Lenin, issued a call for a "Saturday Voluntary Work" activity.
How long did this activity take? Sui Xiong had no impression. He only remembered that the activity seemed to be in full swing and that people were very active.
Should I also do this kind of voluntary work in the Republic? And then select the most advanced among the voluntary workers and give them the title of "national construction pacesetter"?
… That doesn't seem right. Since it's voluntary work, why do they have to select the most advanced?
Sui Xiong frowned and thought of another thing.
Most modern countries had a slogan: "The people are the masters of the country." Whether this slogan was true or false, at least it expressed an attitude.
Then, could the Republic of Northwest also work in this direction? Build a social atmosphere where "the people are the masters"?
He could not help but let his imagination run wild. He thought of many things, such as social supervision, grassroots elections, public opinion surveys, and so on. But they were all fragmentary ideas, not systematic.
Obviously, these ideas were indeed valuable, but at least for now, there was no need to use them.
So, what was the final conclusion?
Sui Xiong smiled and made his decision.
"Let's do voluntary labor. Build the country, give back to society, and realize the value of my life." He said, "Publicize this in my name. Tell everyone that contributing to this country is an honor to my glory."
"The Lord protects the world, and the world glorifies the Lord." As he spoke, he recalled a couplet that he often saw at the entrance of a small church near his dormitory before he transmigrated. His diction was terrible, but it flowed smoothly. Therefore, he said it casually.
Because he was thinking about the issue of "the people being the masters", he didn't notice the sudden light in Palin's eyes when he heard this sentence.
It was the light of joy and excitement.
"… I haven't seen that house for a few months, and it's finally been torn down." Fira Kenji walked on the street and looked at the slight changes in the street. He said to himself, "It's good to tear it down. This way, the whole street is straighter. Straight lines are the most beautiful. They are efficient and easy to manage. Every city should make full use of straight lines! "
He was not worried about the original residents in that house. The citizens of the Republic of Northwest all knew that if the country needed to tear down a house, it would definitely give appropriate compensation. The most common method was to first build a replacement house in a place that everyone had agreed on. The furniture was ready and ready to move in at any time. Only then would they start to tear down the original house.
The only inconvenience in moving from an old house to a new one was probably that they had to get to know and get to know their neighbors again. Other than that, there was no loss.
Fira's house was also on this street, located next to a small shop. The house was not very big. To be honest, it was not very worthy of his status.
But he didn't care. At his level, very few people would care about these worldly possessions.
In theory, every high-level mage could build a magic tower for himself or go to the magic tower to build a separate house for himself. But since Fira joined Mr. Palin's research institute, he did not regard himself as a mage. Instead, he regarded himself as a "scholar" or "scientist."
The former was a very common identity for mages, while the latter was a term that His Majesty the Void Mask occasionally said.
Scientists studied those who used means other than magic to achieve their goals. They were the mentors of craftsmen, the scholars of scholars, and the people who walked at the forefront of the whole society. They were one of the most important forces in promoting social progress.
Fira used to not understand these terms very well. He simply yearned for them because they came from the mouth of His Majesty the Void Mask. It was not until later, when he and Mr. Palin completed the washed powder salt technology together and calculated the benefits that this technology could bring to people, that he really understood the weight of a "scientist."
He was not an outstanding mage. Although the "Green Magic" was wonderful, compared to the magic system of the academic school, it did not necessarily have any advantages.
As a mage, he did not feel that he had made any decent achievements. It was nothing more than something that would be put on the shelf. It was nothing more than something that some people might learn in the future.
So what?
But as a scientist, he was proud of his own achievements.
As long as the washed powder salt technology was promoted, people in the entire Main Plane could eat cheap refined salt!
If a person could have such achievements in his life, it would not be a loss in this life. Even if he died now, there was nothing to regret.
After calculating the value of the "washed powder salt" technology, this was what he thought.
But fate was so wonderful. Not only would he not die early, but because of his research results, he would be appreciated by His Majesty the Void Mask and get the opportunity to serve His Majesty.
Even … he could become His Majesty's follower!
He did not have much confidence in the last possibility, but it did not matter. As long as he could become His Majesty's oracle, it was already very good!
So, with a smile on his face, his steps were very relaxed.
After settling his personal affairs, he was going to reach the peak of his life!
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