Chapter 635: Not Only Look at Production, But Also Look at Life

The sects of the West do not allow questioning. Whatever God says is what it is. As for what the oracle is and how to interpret it, it is naturally up to the Vatican. Anyone who dares to question, no matter who they are, will be labeled a heretic and suffer the punishment of the Inquisition, with victims emerging one after another.

But as followers of the God of Wisdom, believers gathered because of wisdom can ask questions to the embodiment of wisdom and can get answers.

"If I let you die now, what would you do?" Zhu Yijun suddenly asked. He had some curiosity about the sample of the fanatic.

Ma Minister Liang said quite definitely: "I will ask clearly why I should die. If it is for the eight great virtues, I will be fearless."

"Very good, I like this answer." Zhu Yijun found that Ma Minister Liang's fanaticism was not completely irrational. For Zhu Yijun, this embodiment, this was the best news. At least it was a sect with a certain degree of rationality, not a sect that could sacrifice everything for God.

The Ming is not a holy land, the court is not the Vatican, the Ming enfeoffing vassal states is based on the need for border stability, and Zhu Yijun is not the embodiment of wisdom. This Great Ming Sect brought great pressure to Zhu Yijun, because once it becomes deformed and irrational, it is better to destroy it.

Zhang Juzheng had eaten the boomerang countless times. If the Great Ming Sect becomes deformed, the Ming will eat this boomerang sooner or later.

And Zhu Yijun suddenly found that he actually had great influence on this Great Ming Sect. Ma Minister Liang, after the pilgrimage, could say that she was a saint in the West, so her interpretation of the doctrine would definitely affect the direction of the Great Ming Sect. Opening this crack had positive significance.

"Then do you have any other questions?" After Zhu Yijun figured out this problem, he began to clear up confusion for Ma Minister Liang, this fanatic, so as not to let the Great Ming Sect go astray.

Ma Minister Liang said quite sincerely: "Prophet who leads people out of confusion, the lost lamb needs your guidance. I have many confusions, but these confusions on the road of life are not worth wasting the Prophet's words. I am just a little confused. In the West, the Roman Vatican tells people that the world is unchanging, and it is God's random graffiti in the human world."

"I don't know how to refute them."

The greatest cornerstone of the theory of contradictions is that everything in the world is changing, and there is a universal connection between all things. It is precisely because of these universal connections that complex contradictions in things will appear. Change is Taiji, which is chaos, and contradiction is the two poles.

The theory of contradictions and the Taiji Eight Trigrams advocated by the Great Ming Sect are highly compatible.

But the biggest dilemma Ma Minister Liang encountered after becoming a believer was how to defeat the heretics! That damn Roman Vatican was the biggest dark cloud over the West, the biggest heresy!

Even Philip II, the protector of the religion, was dissatisfied with the religion. This was a struggle for secular power.

Zhu Yijun's fingers kept tapping on the table, and then he showed a smile. He whispered a few words to Feng Bao. Feng Bao let the little eunuch go to get something. The Emperor smiled and said to Ma Minister Liang: "I already have the answer to your question, but I need my attendant to take it from the Tonghe Palace. Do you have any other confusion?"

Ma Minister Liang was extremely surprised. This problem had plagued her, or rather plagued the West for many, many years, but His Majesty just tapped on the table a few times and thought of a way? What kind of true god on earth is this!

"Yes." Ma Minister Liang hurriedly said loudly: "Lost lamb, how should I live? Please, Prophet, guide me."

Zhu Yijun looked at Ma Minister Liang, thought for a moment, and said with a smile: "Everyone has their own life. There are many, many things that, when you look back, are actually not important."

"On the road of life, there are so many, many crossroads. How to choose is indeed a problem that everyone needs to face."

"I am not a prophet, nor am I the embodiment of wisdom. I am right in front of you, a living person. Regarding life, I personally think that living as yourself, rather than living in the shaping of others, is the most important thing."

"Don't be defined by others. This is personal freedom."

"Thank you, Prophet, for your teaching." Ma Minister Liang knelt on the ground and performed the ceremony solemnly.

Zhu Yijun poured a bowl of chicken soup fiercely. Looking at Ma Minister Liang's appearance, she seemed to have realized something. He asked curiously: "Do you really understand?"

"I am me. My hope, my fear, my victory and success, my failure and mistake, my ignorance and cowardice, my thirst for knowledge and courage, I possess all of me! Hands together, I am my own god!"

Ma Minister Liang's face was flushed. She clenched her fists and said loudly: "I am me!"

Zhu Yijun looked at Ma Minister Liang calmly. She looked quite indifferent and calm. However, he looked at Zhang Juzheng and Wang Chonggu. This look was meaningful. He was just pouring chicken soup, but Ma Minister Liang seemed to have found the path of life.

When Li Zhi discussed religious matters, he talked about the self-deception and self-interpretation of believers. Zhu Yijun saw actual examples. The ability of these fanatics to hypnotize themselves made Zhu Yijun sigh in admiration.

"Respected Majesty, did I understand it wrong?" Ma Minister Liang asked with some trepidation.

"No, that's what I meant. From now on, you are your own god. You don't have to pay attention to what so-called God said." Zhu Yijun immediately replied. Just kidding, as a prophet, Zhu Yijun would not admit that he was pouring chicken soup!

In the Great Ming Sect, there is no god. All wisdom comes from Heaven and Earth. The sun, moon, mountains, and rivers gave inspiration to the ancestors, and the Yin and Yang of the two poles shaped the universal rules.

Therefore, Ma Minister Liang's words were very consistent with the doctrine.

Actually, Ma Minister Liang should have a lot to say to Li Zhi. Li Zhi, this madman, once said that everyone can be Yao and Shun, and everyone can be a saint. This is humanistic speculation of self-liberation. Zhu Yijun once affirmed this point of view of Li Zhi.

"Alright, regarding what you asked before, the Vatican said that the world is God's random graffiti in the human world and is unchanging. Change belongs to the realm of God. I have two books here that can solve the doubts in your heart." Zhu Yijun took out two of the four books that the little eunuch took, and let Feng Bao pass them to Ma Minister Liang.

"The first one is called 'Theory of Natural Selection', and the second one is 'Theory of Human Selection'. They perfectly explain that change does not belong to the realm of God, and change is universally existing and universally connected."

The latter two books in Zhu Yijun's hands were not published on a large scale even in the Ming. They were "Theory of Survival of the Fittest" and "Theory of Elimination of the Weak." These two books proved in long-winded detail the long history of the Ming and cruel wars, which screened out more excellent human races again and again, such as not having such serious body odor, and being taller than other people in the world, etc.

"Thank you, Prophet, for the gift!" Ma Minister Liang held the two books in her hands. She knew that the Prophet would not lie to her. If he said it could solve the problem, it must be able to.

"Humble servant of God, lost lamb, seeing that there are still two in His Majesty's hands, please, generous Majesty, give me new scriptures." Ma Minister Liang naturally saw that this set of books had four volumes in total, but the Emperor only gave two.

Zhu Yijun let Feng Bao take away the remaining two and keep them, shook his head and said: "They are not suitable for you now. Are you questioning my decision?"

"Of course I dare not!" A layer of fine sweat immediately appeared on Ma Minister Liang's forehead. She said with fear and trepidation. She had truly believed that His Majesty was the embodiment of wisdom. She could indeed ask questions, but as a believer, it was difficult for her to doubt the Prophet's decision.

Ma Minister Liang began to flatter, praising the prosperity of Songjiang Prefecture, the wealth of the Southern Yamen, the brilliance of the Porcelain Tower of the Great Gratitude Temple, and then praised the magnificence of the Bell and Drum Tower in an extremely exaggerated tone. These nauseating words finally stopped under the Emperor's stop.

This round of blowing made Zhu Yijun dazzled, thinking that the Ming was really a kingdom of God on earth. Compared with the current West, the Ming might be more prosperous and stable, but it was far from being so exaggerated.

Zhu Yijun said with a smile: "May wisdom always be with you."

"Thank you, Prophet, for the blessing." Ma Minister Liang performed the great ceremony again and ended this pilgrimage.

Ma Minister Liang finally left, and the Ming Emperor breathed a sigh of relief after the person left. Being a prophet was too tiring. He still liked being an emperor. Being a prophet had to be held up, but being an emperor didn't. Being an emperor could do whatever he wanted. This meeting with the pilgrimage delegation was more tiring than reviewing memorials for ten days.

Before Ma Minister Liang left the Ming, she went to Chongyi Square, Shanghai County, Songjiang Prefecture.

Gao Qiyu, the Minister of the Court of State Ceremonial, was specially instructed by the Ming Emperor to do this. The Ming Emperor set up an execution ground in Chongyi Square, Shanghai County, and specifically let Ma Minister Liang go to see it, just to break the beautiful filter she had for the Ming in her heart. The Ming also had places like the Inquisition, to judge and execute criminals, and in a very bloody way, beheading them in public.

The one killed was Yuan Shen. The execution ground was outside the Tang Hongyuan Dyeing Workshop in Chongyi Square, beheading in public.

When Ma Minister Liang found out what this Yuan Shen had done, she immediately called the Ming a holy land. At this moment, she witnessed justice with her own eyes, and even cried while talking. Other fanatical believers had cried many times, but Ma Minister Liang only cried bitterly when she witnessed justice.

As the daughter of the Marshal of France, Ma Minister Liang had never received any unfair treatment, but she had seen too many grievances.

Justice did not exist in the West. This was the first time Ma Minister Liang witnessed justice with her own eyes. Zhu Yijun's original intention was to break the beautiful filter she had for the Ming, but unintentionally, this filter became deeper, and even became a thought imprint.

For a believer, is there anything more moving than seeing justice with their own eyes and the eight great virtues they believe in appearing before their eyes?

When Zhu Yijun received the news, he was reviewing memorials and felt some confusion from the bottom of his heart. You know, Yuan Shen was killed, and the Confucian scholars of the Ming had been writing articles on the miscellaneous newspapers for more than ten days, criticizing the Ming for harsh laws, the Minister of Justice for being reckless with human lives, and Yuan Shen for not deserving death.

As a result, a golden-haired barbarian sincerely approved of Yuan Shen's execution.

"The final judgment of the Second Assistant Wang: Yuan Shen beheaded immediately, Zhou Jianren released without guilt. No problem, right? Is it realizing justice?" Zhu Yijun asked Feng Bao with a furrowed brow.

"Reason is there. Even the barbarians from the West can see it clearly." Feng Bao answered the Emperor's confusion very clearly and said with a smile: "The cheap scholars are not unable to see it, they are just making trouble."

Once Yuan Shen died, the collective ownership of the means of production by the craftsmen of the Tang Hongyuan Dyeing Workshop became a foregone conclusion. The debate was never about whether Yuan Shen deserved to die.

"Let's go watch the fun." Zhu Yijun planned to watch the fun. This time, the fun was not in the Taibai Tower, but in the teahouse of the Qianmen Tower. This place had always been a place for storytelling.

And this time, the gathering was still Lin Fucheng and Li Zhi. Their topic was still the alienation of people by money. After discussing fairness is freedom, silver has no home and country, and meat-eaters have no home and country, the topics discussed this time were deeper.

The big teahouse in front of the gate was a place where all kinds of people gathered. Originally, the gathering should be in the Taibai Tower, but the Taibai Tower was under decoration, so they could only choose here.

The big teahouse had three floors in total. In the middle of the big stage, there was a small square table, and the seats around the stage were the Confucian scholars who were going to gather with Lin Fucheng and Li Zhi.

Li Zhi stood on the stage himself, looking at the window of the private room on the third floor, feeling a headache. When they were in the grasslands, His Majesty the Emperor never came out to watch the fun. They came back, and His Majesty really came to every game.

If he said the wrong thing, wouldn't he be dead?

The key is that Lin Fucheng often speaks wildly.

"Lin Dashi is on the way." Li Zhi coughed lightly and said to everyone.

This time Lin Fucheng was late again and again, which made the scene boo. Whether Lin Fucheng was stuck in traffic or appeared at the end to shape his master image, it was a matter of opinion.

Li Zhi said seriously: "Before Lin Dashi comes, I will tell a historical story. It is said that at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the country was divided into three, Wei, Shu, and Wu, exhausting the spirit of heroes, and the country was stolen by the Sima family. After the Shu Emperor Liu Chan surrendered, he got the reputation of 'happy and not thinking of Shu'."

"Jiang Wei left a very short letter to the Shu Emperor, which said: 'May Your Majesty endure the humiliation for a few days, I want to make the country dangerous and then safe, the sun and moon dark and then bright.' This was Jiang Wei's last effort. He succeeded and failed."

"This letter that could take the life of the Shu Emperor was kept by the Shu Emperor. 83 years after Jiang Wei's death, this letter was discovered by Sun Shengjin, a general under Huan Wen."

"The Shu Emperor Liu Chan happily said to Sima Zhao, 'I am happy here, I don't think of Shu', drinking until he was drunk, returned home, lay on the bed, touching this letter that wanted his life, and he still had to keep it. Thinking of the father who exhausted his heart, thinking of the father who fought all his life, thinking of Zhao Zilong who went in and out seven times, thinking of Zhuge Zhan and his son who died in battle, thinking of the crown prince who was killed."

"What does the Shu Emperor feel in his heart? It is probably not 'happy here, not thinking of Shu'; but the suffering of rolling three times in a frying pan."

"If he is really happy here and doesn't think of Shu, why did he keep this letter that wanted his life? Sima Zhao is a person who killed the emperor in the street."

"Why did he lie to Sima Zhao? Instead of scolding Sima Zhao, 'Han and thief cannot stand together!' Because Shu Han let the old officials and old troops live, and the Shu Emperor had to live for them."

Li Zhi told this story, which seemed to have nothing to do with the alienation of people by money, but the scene was silent, and everyone was silent.

"This is what we are going to discuss today! Can the holy emperor and wise ministers really make the world dark and then bright?! History tells us, no! Dream on!" Lin Fucheng's voice sounded in the back field. He walked in panting. This time the traffic jam was serious, and he ran over. The story Li Zhi wanted to tell was rehearsed in advance.

Li Zhi's forehead veins were twitching. He wished he could kick Lin Fucheng off the stage. The words Lin Fucheng said were not in the script at all! The original words were far from being so direct and explosive!

The window of the private room was motionless. Li Zhi was sweating profusely, and he didn't know what the Ming Emperor would think if he heard this.

And at this time in the private room, Zhu Yijun sat by the window, looking at the two people on the stage, and said to Wang Qian, who was restless and sitting on pins and needles, with a smile: "Lin Dashi's words, where is he talking about Liu Chan? He is clearly pointing at me. The late emperor's mausoleum still owed 110,000 silver, and it was only cleared in the first year of Wanli. He fought with Andahan for 25 years, and fought against the Japanese for 23 years. Relying on the holy emperor and wise ministers, can the Ming be dark and then bright in this wind and rain? Dream on!"

"Right, Wang Qian."

"Your Majesty, the subject doesn't know!" Wang Qian was more nervous than Li Zhi. Li Zhi was at least on the stage. He, Wang Qian, was in the private room. It was he who invited His Majesty to watch the fun, and the "Xiaoyao Yiwen" and "Guangde Bookstore" of Lin Fucheng and Li Zhi were also operated by Wang Qian. These words of Lin Fucheng could easily be understood as Wang Qian pointing at the Emperor.

When the Emperor was still that ten-year-old fat boy, the child hiding behind the Empress Dowager, Feng Bao, and Zhang Juzheng?

Wang Qian was numb. Can this Lin Big Mouth follow the script!

This is pointing at the mulberry and scolding the locust, implying that the Ming Emperor is a wooden Liu Chan, an A Dou who cannot be helped.

Wang Qian wanted to take the script out of his sleeve, his hands were a little trembling, so he just kept shaking his sleeves, and finally found the script, presented it hurriedly, and said with trepidation: "Lin Fucheng said it himself, it's not like this in the script!"

The content in the script was that the holy emperor and wise ministers made the Ming dark and then bright. It couldn't be said that it was exactly the same, it could only be said that it was completely different. This Lin Fucheng was indeed bold.

"No harm, no harm." Zhu Yijun looked through the script and said with a smile: "Lin Fucheng is not the first time. As long as what he says is useful, I can tolerate him."

Zhu Yijun could not tolerate cheap scholars. Lin Fucheng was not a cheap scholar. He was a fifth-rank Doctor of the Five Classics, an imperial opinion basket. If he didn't make suggestions, he would lose his function.

"Is it enough to rely on the holy emperor and wise ministers? Of course not! In addition to the holy emperor and wise ministers, we also need ten thousand people to work together! And the Wanli Reform to this day, to have such a situation, is because of the holy emperor and wise ministers, and ten thousand people working together, only then do we have today's situation!" Li Zhi really racked his brains, and in the flash of lightning, he found a way to make up for the trouble Lin Fucheng poked out!

Li Zhi wished he hadn't entered the capital. He was a madman, and he had to clean up the mess for other madmen all day long. What was going on?

Wang Qian was overjoyed when he heard it! Li Zhi, well done, one sentence saved three people's lives!

"That's right." Lin Fucheng stood still and apologized to all sides, then said with a heavy face: "Everyone, how long can ten thousand people work together? Especially now, when a large amount of silver flows in and the alienation of people by money is becoming more and more obvious, it is just a spring and autumn dream."

"Therefore, what we are going to discuss today is that the Tang Hongyuan Dyeing Workshop will inevitably fail."

"As long as the Tang Hongyuan Dyeing Workshop still aims at production and exchange of value, then individuals accumulating money to gain power will continue to happen, just like the military colony system at the beginning!"

"The united craftsmen, the poor and laborers without means of production, or the collective ownership economy, will inevitably fail in the end, because stealing public for private, private accumulation of money will inevitably gain power in production, and then self-exploitation will occur. The decay of the collective ownership economy is only a matter of time."

Lin Fucheng's speech can be described as extremely bold. In the quarrel over whether Yuan Shen should die, no newspaper dared to say it so directly! They were all opposing the policy by Yuan Shen's life, and no one really cared about Yuan Shen's life or death.

The applause was thunderous. This liberal Lin Fucheng finally lived into the appearance that a liberal should have, becoming a flag-bearer who openly challenged the bureaucracy and autocracy!

At this moment, Lin Fucheng was like a hero standing in the light, saying loudly to the Ming court and the Emperor: You are wrong!

Zhu Yijun looked at Lin Fucheng's excitement, stretched out his hand, and applauded in agreement.

Confucius and Mencius both believed that human nature is inherently good, and nature is pure and flawless, and it is polluted as it grows up. The "reverse Confucianists" led by Xunzi and the Legalists believed that human nature is inherently evil, and it is necessary to establish a system around the evil of human nature to prevent people from doing evil.

In the end, the theory of Confucius and Mencius prevailed, and Xunzi was no longer one of the supreme masters of Confucianism.

Lin Fucheng's point of view was very clear. Human nature is inherently evil. Stealing public for private will inevitably happen. Then the private individuals who become fat, accumulating enough money advantage, will gain power in the activities of organizing production, and then gain more money advantage.

Zhu Yijun recognized Lin Fucheng's point of view. The decay of the military colony system had happened once, and the engineering corps and government-run factory cooperatives might also follow the old path of the military colony system.

Li Zhi breathed a sigh of relief. This Lin Fucheng finally returned to the script before the Embroidered Uniform Guard shot them directly. Lin Dashi, who was testing on the edge of death, finally entered the main topic. He spread his hands and said: "Inevitably fail, then it is impossible to succeed?"

"That is a problem that the court lords should consider, and what we want to analyze is the reason behind the phenomenon." Lin Fucheng shook his head and said: "Our vision is too narrow, and the court's vision is too narrow."

"Almost all the supporters of the Wanli Reform have focused all their attention on the labor market and the workplace, that is, the means of production. Indeed, this is the main battlefield, but does exploitation only happen in the production process?"

"Wrong! Exploitation is everywhere!"

"Oh? Lin Dashi, tell me in detail." Li Zhi flipped through the script on the table and took over the conversation with a smile.

Lin Fucheng looked around and said: "People live, and they can never leave four things: clothing, food, housing, and transportation. The poor and laborers are also people. They need a place to shelter from the wind and rain, not just finding a mat to cover, and they can live peacefully. The supply of housing often becomes another knife for exploitation."

"How to exploit? Squeezing rent. When the poor and laborers cannot afford to buy property, they can only rent houses. At this time, rent is a knife hanging over their heads. Even a new Jinshi cannot afford a house in the capital and can only rent. Squeezing interest. Once a producer wants his own home, he often cannot afford the high land price and can only borrow money, and interest is also a knife for exploitation."

"Brokers and buyers, there are countless housing market scams. The housing market is a predatory market. When buying and selling, they have to be charged by brokers, and they have to be charged by the court. This housing is no different from farmland."

"This is just, housing."

"After Lin Dashi said this, I understood. That is to say, exploitation exists in the production process, but it does not mean that exploitation only exists in the production process." Li Zhi pressed the script and suddenly realized: "So our vision must not only look at production, but also look at life."

Lin Fucheng said sincerely: "The life of the poor and laborers is miserable, and everyone's life is the same."

Li Zhi looked at Lin Fucheng, his eyes widened, he pulled Lin Fucheng hard, and said loudly: "What nonsense! Lin Fucheng, don't take me with you if you want to die!"

Lin Fucheng's words, what is the difference from "the stone man has one eye, stirring up the Yellow River and the world rebels"! It is a iron law not to involve any inflammatory remarks during the gathering. Do you want to go to the Northern Town Fusi to experience the five poisons?

In the private room, Zhu Yijun looked at Wang Qian and asked: "When will the decoration of Taibai Tower be finished?"

These are all a group of big men gathered together, what else can they talk about? It still has to be Taibai Tower, which can make people shift the topic to other places.

"Tomorrow... it will be finished today! In the future, the gathering will never be in the big teahouse again!" Wang Qian originally wanted to say tomorrow, but immediately said, it can be finished today!

"Very good." Zhu Yijun nodded and looked at the stage.

Lin Fucheng smiled a little awkwardly and said: "My meaning is that exploitation not only exists in production, but also exists in life, everywhere. For example, water nests, if you want to ask water carriers to deliver water, you have to pay. The water carriers of the Censorate are the scenery that travelers to the capital must see."

"Firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea, all exist exploitation."

"So, back to the initial question, how can the collective ownership economy not fail, or delay failure?" Lin Fucheng said very clearly: "The Ming government-run factories are actually already doing it. Cheap and effective housing, the three-level school system of government-run factories, the prevalent medical clinics, and the security handled by the law, these are all things that government-run factories are doing."

"But is this enough?"

"Is it not enough?" Zhu Yijun asked with a furrowed brow.

"Not enough, far from enough!" Lin Fucheng said very definitely: "Only by cultivating craftsmen into nobles and becoming meat-eaters can we avoid the inevitable ending of failure!"

"Lin Dashi, the Xishan Coal Bureau and the two woolen mills have 70,000 craftsmen, and the five major shipyards have 170,000. Even if I want to do it, I am powerless." Zhu Yijun sighed and said: "People do not worry about scarcity, but about inequality." ===== CHAPTER 636 =====