"It's not recorded?" Lao Zhu frowned deeply and looked through the first pile first. For some reason, his fifth son wrote from left to right, with many words and gestures, and there were many mistakes and omissions. It can be said that there were many typos. Lao Zhu could barely understand some of it.
I saw that among this pile of paper, most of them were stories, poems and songs from later generations, and occasionally some words with unknown meanings such as "Angel Meng" and "Mikami Yuya" were mixed in. Lao Zhu and the prince looked at it. Zhu Biao was confused.
Although there are many shocking sentences in these poems and songs, Lao Zhu did not care about other things at this time. After all, no matter how good the words and sentences are, they are just for entertainment in leisure time. How can they be compared with the major events in the world?
The second pile of paper contained many drawings and manuscripts. Among them are weird-looking things that look like firecrackers, arched stone kilns, barrel-like stoves, mountains, the sun, the moon and stars, etc., all of which are weird-looking things. Because there were many strange symbols marked on it, the two of them still couldn't understand it.
The third pile of paper is the one with the most regular writing, written from right to left, and the font is also a serious thin gold style. Lao Zhu glanced through it briefly. It seemed to be a book on arithmetic. There were still many symbols in it, and it was very labor-intensive to read.
"Why didn't this old man write down all these useless things on the most important historical record of the Ming Dynasty?" Old Zhu threw the stack of paper on the table with a sad tone.
Zhu Biao looked at these papers repeatedly. These random pages have not yet been bound, and Zhu Biao has not studied arithmetic in depth, so it seems very difficult. But he knew that this book must be a hundred times more important in the heart of his fifth brother Zhu Su than the history of the Ming Dynasty.
"Dad. When my sworn brother Mu Ying and I were in the mansion, I heard my fifth brother talk about it."
“The system is to the world what running water is to a pool.”
"If the system remains unchanged forever, just like a deep pool with stagnant water, it will surely become smelly and rotten over time."
"Only by infusing living water from time to time can it remain clear forever. Therefore, what my father should seek is not a system that can last forever, but a steady stream of 'living water'."
"Oh?" Lao Zhu became interested. "I heard Lao Wu say in the past that no system can last forever. Although we have listened to some of it, but... we are still hundreds of years away from the end of the Ming Dynasty."
"If we don't start with the system, how can we control the chaos that will happen hundreds of years later? Are we just seeking immortality like those foolish kings before us?"
"Of course not." Zhu Biao shook his head. "Fifth brother once asked me a question. He said: We, the Chinese people in the Central Plains, are civilized. The Hu people outside the Great Wall are barbaric. Why is it that our Chinese nation, which has been inherited for thousands of years and is so great, always needs to mobilize the country's material resources to achieve this goal? Fight against the barbarians in northern Xinjiang?"
"Could it be that we, the Chinese nation, are actually weaker than the barbarians?"
"How do you answer?" Lao Zhu looked interested, straightened his body, and sat upright.
"My child thinks that those barbarians outside the Great Wall were only trying to show off their evil for a while. How can they be safe now without seeing the Xiongnu and Wuhuan of the past? And we, the Han people, have been passing on for hundreds of generations and have continued our inheritance. Even if there are occasional catastrophes like the sinking of China's mainland, there will definitely be people like my father. People like you stand up and break away from the Han people. This is why our civilization is stronger than barbarism."
"Okay, well said!" Lao Zhu slammed the table and praised vigorously. "The barbarian people outside the Great Wall do not know etiquette and justice, and do not respect their ancestors. How can they understand the national justice? Their generation will perish as soon as they die, but our generation can always stand firm. This is the reason."
"Yes. This is exactly what I think." Zhu Biao nodded. "But in fact, this answer avoids the core of the fifth brother's question: Why are we, the Chinese nation, always no match for the barbarians outside the Great Wall when we go to war?"
"So at that time, the boy just kept silent. The fifth brother asked again: Why did we, the ancestors of China, have a vassal state that could drive away barbarians and expand its territory in the past Zhou Dynasty. In the pre-Qin period, there was only one branch. A strong army can frighten millions of barbarians in the north."
"The folk customs at that time were fierce and fierce, how can they be compared to today." Lao Zhu said.
"The child also answered like this." Zhu Biao said. "But the fifth brother gave a completely different view. Weapons are different."
"Weapon replacement?" Lao Zhu frowned.
Zhu Biao nodded, and then repeated to Lao Zhu bit by bit what the weapon code was. Then he said: "After thinking about it carefully, I felt that not only weapons, but other matters also have the theory of generation difference."
"Such as slash-and-burn farming during the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, one acre of land only produced more than ten kilograms of grain. After careful study by generations of sages, the grain output was several times that of the Three Emperors, and the same size of land could feed more people. Therefore, the power of our Han people The Japanese are becoming barbaric."
"For example, in ancient times, people wore grass and animal skins as clothing. Then Leizu reeled silk, which is why Huaxia is different from the barbarian Zuojin. Without the wisdom of our ancestors, we would all be wearing animal skins today. "
"Just like in ancient times, carriages and horses were inconvenient. The First Emperor's writings were written in the same text, and the carriages were on the same track. He opened mountains and crossed rivers, and built galloping roads all over. Only now that China is connected in all directions and has many provinces. This is also a generational difference, and it cannot be compared with that in ancient times."
"These generational differences can be summed up, and Su Di calls it 'technology'. The advancement of technology is the most powerful weapon for civilization to deal with barbarism. I see these manuscripts of Su Di, they are profound and mysterious, and extraordinary people can see them."
"Since I have written it down, it must be something that Su Di thinks should not be forgotten."
"These manuscripts... I'm afraid they are the basis for many of our future technological developments in China!"
"Oh?" Lao Zhu narrowed his eyes, doubtful. "It sounds quite reasonable."
"But these things written by Su'er...these are black and white, and they look like ghost drawings. How can anyone understand these tricks?"
"I heard that Uncle Chengyi, Liu Ji, is a scholar of heaven and man, and understands ancient and modern times. These manuscripts do not involve my future affairs. How about inviting Uncle Chengyi to interpret them?" Zhu Biao suggested.
"That makes sense!" Lao Zhu also cheered up. If we can really get the so-called "weapon generation difference" from these piles of paper, it will be worthwhile to beat Bei Yuan hard. After all, three hundred years later, it is still far away. Destroying the powerful neighbor Bei Yuan is the top priority to protect the current Ming Dynasty Zuo.
The eunuch who announced the decree left the imperial city in the heavy rain. Not long after, Lao Zhu and his son heard announcements coming from outside: "Your Majesty, Uncle Chengzhi is waiting outside the East Pavilion."
Lao Zhu hurriedly announced his entry. Liu Bowen (Liu Ji, also known as Bowen) saw the ceremony and was about to ask what Lao Zhu meant when he saw the superior, Lao Zhu, waving to him: "Mr. Liu, come closer."
"We heard that you are a scholar of heaven and earth. I wonder if you can understand what is on these papers?"
Liu Bowen was stunned. I thought Lao Zhu was thinking of testing himself. He believed that he had read hundreds of schools of thought and had his own opinions on each school of scholarship, so he just smiled and leaned over calmly.
But just looking at the drawings on the desk for the first time almost made his eyes pop out.
"Is this... measuring a mountain with a height of 10,000 yen by its yin? Ah! Using a shengdou of water to measure the Yellow River?"
"This one is... the star-pulling technique? This one is..."
"This is a magic trick that has never been seen before in the world! Where did your majesty know about it?"
