Six Hundred and Seventy: Meeting at Huangshui (7)

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There is a reason, of course.

Cheng Cheng was not a hot-blooded boy, so he did not take the bait easily, but he had to admit that he was moved.

"My dear nephew, do you know what you are doing?"

Cheng Cheng was silent for a quarter of an hour. Jiang Pengji was not in a hurry and quietly waited for the other party's reply.

"My nephew knows."

Jiang Pengji always uses her brain when doing things, especially such a major matter that involves family and life.

Cheng Cheng showed a little panic on his face, and he said, "If you know better, why do you still do this?"

Jiang Pengji sneered and opened her mouth contemptuously, acrimoniously and harshly, pointedly pointed at the evil.

"Why? Telling lies, good words, and empty words is naturally for Uncle Cheng's lifelong wish, so that tens of thousands of books or even more books can be passed down to future generations and known to future generations. Telling the truth, the truth, and what is in the heart, naturally It is to change the world, to reform the bad and establish the new, to stir up the turmoil and promote the clean. After all, this world is the world of the common people, not the world of one family, let alone the toy of the gentry who plays with political power, controls the world, and does whatever they want. , unwilling to get involved in practical matters, living a graceful life, declining and decaying in luxury. Uncle Cheng is knowledgeable, do you think that the world is in such chaos, is it really the fault of the royal family, and there is nothing wrong with it? ?”

Cheng Cheng listened for a long time, froze on the spot, and said with difficulty, "Lanting, you are also from a noble family."

Even though Cheng Cheng agreed with her words and occasionally had such thoughts, he didn't have the courage to say it out loud.

"To me, the people and the common people are far more important than individuals and families. If I can sacrifice the latter to fulfill the former, I am willing to give everything I have." Jiang Pengji said calmly, "If the disaster of the noble clan is not curbed, the world will be ruined in the future. It will only become more chaotic. Uncle, have you thought about what will happen if the Central Plains continues to be weak and the barbarians are strong? To put it bluntly, it is not impossible that the clothes will be lost. "

Cheng Cheng's face turned pale, and his heart was shaking more and more, even his fingers were trembling.

Jiang Pengji forced Cheng Cheng step by step, and the audience in the live broadcast room also noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

[Taciturn Huang Shaotian]: Uh...who can tell me what happened? If my memory hadn't missed the ticket, the anchor would have been asking Cheng Cheng for printing and rice paper just now, right? Why did the topic jump so much all of a sudden? It felt like the atmosphere was about to freeze.

[Gentle and lovely Han Wenqing]: Upstairs,

Less chatter, less games, more reading. For now, printing is nothing. If you have money, you can buy a copy machine. But in the era of anchors, printing is provoking the entire social system, do you understand?

[Taciturn Huang Shaotian]: I don’t understand... You don’t play games on horseback, and you have the ID of the same series, so you don’t know anyone!

[Ingenious Yu Wenzhou]: To put it simply, in this era of anchors, reading is quite a luxury. Most of the books are single copies, which results in the culture being passed down only to a small range of classes. This is the advantage of the gentry, a bit like the solidification of class. Because of this, every time a major disaster occurs, if the nobles are damaged, it also means that the entire civilization of the era has been impacted.

This viewer's typing speed seemed to be relatively slow, and it took a while before he posted another message.

[A metaphor for Wenzhou’s ingenuity and skill]: In modern times, families with normal incomes can support their children in education, and they can always climb up when they seize the opportunity. Each generation is getting better and better. In ancient times, it was different. Here I seriously criticize the "uselessness of reading" theory. Can China, which was full of opportunities twenty years ago, be the same as China now? The children of farmers are farmers, and the children of nobles are nobles. The nobles were superior to ordinary people, and books were a very important carrier. If books are no longer the privilege of a few people, what do you think will be the result? Anchors are under a lot of pressure.

Just like playing a game - playing well is not as good as playing well.

In this era, it can also be explained in one sentence - learning well is not as good as being born into a womb.

No matter how talented you are, no matter how smart you are, "birth" alone can overwhelm a group of talents.

For example, Xu Ke, Qi Guan Rang, and Yang Si under Peng Ji.

Xu Ke was once a slave, and there were indelible tattoo marks on his face. This was a stain on his life.

Qi Guanrang was of mixed blood, born from a barbarian from the northern Xinjiang and a woman from the border of the Central Plains. His origin was also criticized.

Not to mention Yang Si, there is a mother who is suspected to be from Hualou, and she grew up eating hundreds of meals.

If left in a peaceful age, the three of them would probably end up depressed. Even if they were in a good mood, they would never be able to stand out in this life.

Wei Ci and Feng Zhen belonged to a low-income family, and could barely be considered a down-and-out noble family. They traced their ancestors back to their ancestors, and at least they had an ancestor who could do something.

As for Feng Jin, an official from a wealthy family, his painting style is completely different.

What Jiang Pengji has to do is to break the shackles of "originality" so that studying is no longer a privilege for some people. Anyone with talent will have the opportunity to climb up. Many people cannot change their origins, but they can change their future.

In the morning he was a farmer, and in the evening he ascended to the Emperor's Hall!

Even if ordinary people and aristocratic families are still not on the same starting line, they can at least see hope of matching or even surpassing them.

Books, printing, rice paper?

These three are not terrible. What is terrible is that Jiang Pengji wants to use them to break the existing system.

This is what Cheng Cheng is worried about.

After a while, he trembled his lips and made a sound like a mosquito.

"You're crazy..."

Jiang Pengji was calm and composed, "If there are no people, how can there be a country? If there is no country, how can there be a family? Since ancient times, how many people have shouted for the country and the people, but in the end, the dust settled, and their selfishness was only for the "small family". I want to compete for the Kyushu Divine Cauldron, this is the awareness that a future emperor should have. I don't ask for a world of great harmony, but I ask for the unification of the Kyushu, and the peace of the rivers and seas."

Arrogant and arrogant, it makes people tremble with fear!

Cheng Cheng's first reaction was that she was too arrogant, but his second reaction was that it was natural.

A person who dares to provoke the existing social system or even completely subvert it is naturally a madman, naturally arrogant!

"Uncle Cheng, you are a literati."

Cheng Cheng was speechless in an instant, as if someone had pressed the mute button.

"I thought you had a proud and indestructible character, and no one and nothing in this world could break it."

Cheng Cheng raised his eyelids and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"You don't need to give me any magic potion. Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Jiang Pengji raised her lips, "The raw materials of Xuan paper are mostly cypress sandalwood, and Chongzhou has a lot of this stuff. The output is thousands of times more than bamboo paper, and the cost is lower. Woodblock printing, mass production of books. My nephew doesn't want to do anything, just want to collect books from all over the world and fill the library. When the area is stable, build a library and academy, regardless of the threshold or background, and recruit students of the right age..."

Cheng Cheng smiled with a little sarcasm.

"That's it? You want me to be a printing carpenter?"

"How is this possible?" Jiang Pengji blinked and said sincerely, "My nephew hopes that Uncle Cheng can take charge of the overall situation, compile enlightenment reading materials, revise book history, sort out ancient books lost hundreds of years ago, and carry on the past... Your responsibility is much heavier and more difficult than my nephew's."

Cheng Cheng trembled, and no one knew how much her words shocked his heart.

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