"What is class? It is the first group of people who take advantage of the large number of people in their family and their physical strength, and then let more people obey their orders. When he rules 100 or even 200 people, this person People thought, why should I work? Anyway, with so many people, one more person is not more than me, and one less me is not more, right? So he didn’t want to work, but stayed in the gathering place of the tribe. , let other people do the work and feed him.”
"But this man will have a family and a wife. He will soon no longer want his family and wife to work. What should he do? He will start to lead these people to rob more people and bring more people into his family. During his management and rule, when the number of his tribesmen increased, in order to distinguish himself from ordinary tribesmen, he would wear better clothes and live in bigger tents."
"Then find a way to tell the ordinary tribal herdsmen that the gods sent him to protect them and prevent them from being invaded by more wild beasts."
"So, this person becomes a noble, which is the birth of class."
"But what is the essence of this matter? It's that these nobles don't want to work. They just want to eat better, wear better, and live better. They want to command more people to work and work to serve them. ."
"As we said before, our labor creates value, such as the food we grow, the leather clothes we make, the linen we spin, etc. These are all values, but if these nobles don't work, they The best food, the best clothing, the best housing. What do you call this behavior? It’s called exploitation!” Duoji wrote two more words on the blackboard.
The herdsmen below all understood, and some hatred flashed in the eyes of many herdsmen. Because these things happen to them every day, they can easily empathize with them.
"Later, the tribe got bigger and bigger, so the people at the top came up with more names. For example, they said they were descendants of gods, their blood was the blood of gods, and they called themselves Zanpu. "
"Why? Because he can no longer directly rule such a large tribe by himself. He has to appoint some relatives, family members, and cronies to become generals and ministers. He wants to distinguish these classes."
"Layer after layer."
"So he wants to elevate his status so that the people below him will become God's messengers, or God's ministers and other titles."
"These people will also be used to manage more and more ordinary people in the tribe."
"And exploitation happens layer by layer."
"The value created by our labor and the commodities we produce are eventually supplied to these people, and eventually become commodities for their luxurious lives."
Duoji spoke softly.
"But in fact, in ancient times, all of us were the same, and our origins were also the same."
"This is the most fundamental nature of us ordinary herdsmen and serfs. We will always be in the exploited class, but in fact, we are the ones who created the wealth of the entire tribe! All the wealth of the entire tribe is Build on us!" Dorje's tone began to become low and passionate.
"Should we be born into slavery? No! We also have the right to pursue a better life."
"Should we be born without enough food, without warm clothes, and be ordered around and treated like cattle and sheep by those nobles? No! Because their ancestors are the same as our ancestors! Their so-called magnificence, their so-called status , are actually based on the exploitation of our wealth!”
Following Dorje's words, the breathing of the herdsmen present became heavier, and many of them had anger and hatred in their eyes.
"Brother Dorje, what should we do? Should we rebel against them! Kill them! Take back the wealth that originally belonged to us!" A herdsman began to shout loudly.
"Yes! Kill them!"
"Kill them!"
Looking at the angry farmers and herdsmen in the tent, after everyone vented their emotions, Duoji stretched out his hand to suppress it, and said in a deep voice: "My brothers, killing them may be one way, but after killing them Before they do this, you must carefully understand how they rule you and deceive you. Only by knowing this can you better resist them!"
"Let me talk about some of their common methods below!"
"It's like these nobles have been exploiting us, and many nobles don't even regard us serfs as human beings. They slaughter us even more casually than slaughtering cattle and sheep. Our families, our children and future generations have always been They treated me like animals."
"But such behavior will sooner or later cause anger. Sooner or later, people like us angry serfs will resist them. What will they do?" Dorje looked at the herdsmen below and asked.
Most of the herdsmen had a look of confusion on their faces. "They will gather soldiers to destroy these rebels." Deya thought for a while and said.
"Yes, they will use soldiers to kill us." said a herdsman.
"Yes, that's true, but have you ever thought about who those soldiers are? They were actually serfs. If these nobles wanted to make these soldiers obedient, what methods would they use?" Dorje asked.
No one could have imagined this.
"I'll tell you today." Duoji said seriously.
Everyone immediately focused their attention and listened carefully. They had never heard such words that clarified their relationship. They had never thought about these issues before, and they had never thought about why they were bullied and treated like beasts when they were born. Treatment is just numb life and work day after day.
And Dorje made them think a lot and made them understand a lot.
"Their supreme ruler will use another name to promote his own identity. He will steal the identity of the so-called god, tell ordinary people that he is the incarnation of the god, let ordinary people believe in him, and make ordinary people think that he is a god. Using our ordinary serfs’ fear of God to reach the truth that he is actually exploiting us!”
"I don't know if gods exist, but I believe that the gods I believe in definitely don't treat us as human beings like this. If the gods I, Duoji, believe in are like this and don't care about the lives of my wife, children, parents, and brothers, I would rather draw my sword and chop him down. Kill him! It’s all death anyway, what’s the difference?!”
"So, gods are kind, but those who pretend to be descendants of gods are not! Because they are not descendants of gods at all! Which god would bully his own believers like this?!" Dorje said loudly and passionately .
