It was getting dark, and Li Daoxuan came back from his parents' house.
I wanted to take the little book and run away, but I didn't expect that when my parents heard that he was coming, they had already prepared a sumptuous meal, which was 32 times higher than the takeout he usually ordered, and almost reached the level of the New Year's Eve dinner.
He stayed for dinner and was quite happy, but it was a bit late. By the time he returned home with a large bag of "Yang Family General" novels, the sun had already begun to set.
Quickly take out the little book, carefully open the pages, put it into the scanner, scan it out, and then use the printer to reduce it and print it into a small page...
Of course, this so-called small page is still a very huge page for little people. It cannot be shown directly to little people. It has to be printed over again using the printing technology of little people.
The scanners and printers are working furiously.
Li Daoxuan switched his field of view casually and observed the conditions of the little people.
The mess in Zhengjia Village has been cleaned up, and the Heyang thieves dare not invade again in a short period of time. Fang Wushang withdrew his troops and went back to write a memorial to report the good news, but he should not write a random memorial like Cheng Xu.
The vigilantes returned to the village, all of them beaming with joy.
Xing Honglang was also in a very good mood. The green forest hero was happy to take revenge. Today he killed two fools and avenged them. It was really a happy event. He asked his subordinates to bring a jar of Wuliangye as a commodity and divided it among dozens of private salt dealers. To drink.
As a result, after drinking, everyone was poured out, and no one who could stand was left. Modern wine is too high in alcohol content for them and is better than Mongolian and Chinese medicine.
The fifth grader of high school came to the door at this time. He wanted to talk to Xing Honglang for a few words, but he didn't expect that the plastic mansion was full of drunk people.
In the fifth year of high school, I had to carry the private salt dealers to bed one by one, and cover them with quilts thoughtfully. It was very cold in spring at this time, and it was easy to get sick.
Only Xing Honglang he didn't dare to move. She was a girl. He didn't dare to move around, so he had to leave Xing Honglang alone in the middle of the living room.
On the other side, Cheng Xu came back from a victorious battle, but he was not very happy. He sat alone on a high turret, took off his mask, and took a small jar of wine to drink alone. He was probably still a little nostalgic for his regular ninth-grade military attache in the imperial court. Identity.
Li Daoxuan couldn't help but feel secretly happy when he looked at the various expressions of the little people.
The sound of the printer behind him stopped, and the first episode of "The Yang Family General" was printed.
Li Daoxuan turned his attention to the watchtower.
Gao Yiye was still weaving under the lamp. The cotton threads were interlaced on his loom and turned into cotton and slid out.
"Yiye!" Li Daoxuan called softly.
Gao Yiye said "Ah", quickly stopped weaving, and jumped up: "Tianzun!"
Li Daoxuan smiled and said: "Go to Thirty-Two. I have something to talk to him about."
Gao Yiye quickly took action and ran down the watchtower to the "Meeting Hall" of the Nine Halls and Eighteen Wells. The "main well" next to it was where Thirty-Two lived.
He patted the door and called Thirty-Two to the patio, and the two of them listened respectfully to Tianzun's instructions.
Li Daoxuan then picked up a page and put it down.
Thirty-Two took a closer look, and saw a piece of thick paper coming down from the sky that was larger than a human being. There was a strange picture drawn on it, which seemed to be of a military general, but he didn't know who he was.
Li Daoxuan didn't explain, and put down the second page, the third page, and the fourth page...
After reading several pages in a row, Thirty-Two finally realized: "The story of General Yang! It's just a picture!"
Li Daoxuan: "After dawn tomorrow, find the engraver and ask him to engrave and print this thing.
Thirty-two was stunned for a moment, a little confused as to what Tianzun meant, but after thinking about it carefully, he understood: "Tianzun wants to tell stories to illiterate people through this kind of full-picture book."
"Yes." Li Daoxuan: "Many people are too old. Now it is impossible for them to listen to Mr. Wang's lectures, but they also need knowledge and education, and this kind of book with all pictures can educate them. Yu Le, transfer the necessary knowledge to them.”
Thirty-two: "The Heavenly Lord is so kind that he even takes care of these small people's affairs."
It’s not just about taking care of them.
Li Daoxuan didn't want to talk about the deeper reasons. Ordinary people at that time lacked the concepts of "country" and "nation". Many people didn't even know what "patriotism" was. This kind of thing didn't only happen in the Ming Dynasty. Until modern times, Mr. Lu Xun even wrote the article "Steamed Buns with Human Blood" to criticize the numb and ignorant people.
And why are the ignorant people so numb?
To put it bluntly, we don’t receive enough patriotic education!
When the iron hooves of the Manchu Qing Dynasty surged forward, how many people were willing to sacrifice their lives and blood for the country?
If the majority of the people were not numb and indifferent, how could the Manchu Qing Dynasty be able to maintain its dominance over the Han family.
And this little book "General of the Yang Family" can be regarded as an excellent teaching material for patriotic education. Let everyone see the story of the loyal heroes of the Yang family who sacrificed their lives and shed their blood to protect the country.
Thirty-two bowed to the sky: "I will obey the decree of the Supreme Lord.
Gao Yiye watched the Tianzun in the sky gradually disappearing, probably returning to heaven, and he laughed: "This picture book is so interesting, I was so fascinated by it just now."
Thirty-two thought: Oh? Lady Saint, haven't you read the story of "General of the Yang Family" before? This is true, Gaojia Village is located in a remote location, and few people from outside the village come. Most of the villagers have little knowledge. At most, they have heard a few scattered stories from the elders in the village. A complete story like this is only I'm afraid not many people have seen it.
"It seems that this book will be very popular. After it is printed, it cannot be distributed to the villagers for free." Thirty-two had an idea: "Tianzunfa has eaten too much, and many villagers are now lying down and not working. , it is better to print the book, sell it at an appraised value, use it to collect some of the extra money from the villagers, and send it to the engraver, so that the engraver will be more motivated to work, and after the villagers’ money is used up, You will also be more motivated to work.”
Gao Yiye: "Wow, you are so bad, Third Manager."
Thirty-Two: "How can this be called bad? Distributing supplies for free is not a normal move. Tianzun has been distributing food for free. It is because in this drought-ridden world, the villagers cannot produce food themselves. If We are used to enjoying things we get for free. When something costs money, we think it is bad. That is not right.
Gao Yiye thought carefully: "Yeah, you're right."
Thirty-two continued: "If the villagers were hungry, I would definitely not come up with such a crooked trick, but now, these villagers living in the fort are really a little lazy."
"When Tianzun distributed food to them, he distributed too much at one time. Many villagers still have ten huge grains of rice in their homes, which they could not finish eating for several years. How can they still be interested in doing anything? Sooner or later, they will They are looked down upon by outsiders from the day laborer village.”
Gao Yiye: "The third manager's words make sense."
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