Walking along with He Jin up a small hill, Liu Daxia was also very curious about the scenes in front of him.

At the same time, some questions emerged from the depths of my heart. These questions were hitting the seemingly hard shell in my heart, and the long-term barriers in my heart seemed to slowly crack the gap.

"Sir Liu, look, the place we are in is a residential area. The place where the smoke is emitted is the first mining area to be developed. The flat grassland at the foot of the mountain is a newly opened pasture, and the surrounding workshops and factories are used to make beef jerky and wool textiles..."

Standing on the hillside overlooking, He Jin introduced Liu Daxia one by one like a tour guide.

Including where is the road, how many areas are determined by each region, how to build reasonably based on the mountain landscape, and what other plans and expansions may be available in the future, they are all very detailed.

Liu Daxia was not surprised at his ability to coordinate and balance. After all, being able to turn all his enemies for a hundred years into friends is actually a bit of a pediatrician.

But the old man was still paying attention to everything in the West Mountain, and then wandered around aimlessly, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became.

The word "business" does not seem to accurately describe the scene of the West Mountain. Compared with the bustling capital, it still seems less lively.

But here people come and go, and everyone has something to do. And they can't see the pressure and pain of surviving with all their might in the capital.

Of course, it is not a question of whether to talk about wealth or not. The people are busy and dress very frugally. But Ankang and a spirit that he cannot describe made Liu Daxia pay great attention.

With such questions, he stopped deliberately, asked Liba who was pushing the cart, and said, "Brother, are you happy?"

The young man wiped his sweat happily and replied honestly: "My surname is not Fu, my surname is Zhang..."

"Uh..." Liu Daxia didn't expect that the residents of Xishan were so distinctive, so he changed his mind and asked, "I think it's okay if you live here?"

"It's great. My brother entered the new military camp and sent money to his home every month. According to Lord He, we are a military family. We specially arranged this place and found a job for me. We can earn half a tael of silver every month."

"Although I don't earn much, the benefits at the mine are pretty good. And when I worked in the mine for three years, the spacious and bright house I lived in is ours."

"Now my parents have set up a breakfast shop outside the house, and they can earn some money. After four or five years, we brothers will get from other villages and marry a beautiful woman."

"There are also girls who can help their parents and attend school in their spare time. When they grow up four or five years old, they can go to the rich family in Beijing to be maids and learn decency and rules. They are just getting married when they are sixteen or seventeen years old, so they will definitely not worry about good people..."

The young man kept talking as soon as he opened his mouth, and his gratitude was self-evident. Especially when he talked about his previous life, he even described the days here to heaven.

"Oh..." Liu Daxia nodded, as if she understood something.

When passing by that school, the old man couldn't help eavesdropping for a while. When the get out of class was over, he grabbed another young boy with a treacherous head and asked, "What did you learn today?"

"I learned the Three Character Classic and also learned to write. In a few days, I will be able to write my own name!" The little boy was not afraid of being angry, especially when he was about to write his name, he proudly raised his chest.

"Then your parents must be very happy, right?"

"Mom will definitely be happy. My father has died in a war. But I guess he will definitely be happy underground." The little boy was silent for a while, but soon smiled again and said actively: "When I grow up, I will be a hero who serves the country like my father!"

Such an answer was really beyond Liu Daxia's expectations.

He, who is in charge of the Ministry of War, knows what kind of misunderstandings the world has about military soldiers. He couldn't help but ask: "Isn't it better to be a good man without a nail, and to study hard in a hard time to get a gold medal. Isn't it better to support the country?"

The little boy frowned and replied, "Old man, I don't understand what you said."

"I just knew that Lord He said that his father was a hero who sacrificed his life for the country. In order to make the people of the Ming Dynasty live a stable life, a passionate man needs to stand up and protect him! I am not a man now, but when I grow up, I can sign up for the army..."

At this moment, Liu Daxia's face suddenly became a little ugly. But then he looked at He Jin in a complicated manner, but he had nothing to say for a long time.

Finally, he sighed deeply and said, "Boy, I understand your intention. The old man has something to support and the young man has something to rely on. As the saying goes, if the granaries are full, you know etiquette, and if you have enough food and clothing, you know honor and disgrace. You are truly spreading the teachings of sages in this Western Mountain."

He Jin frowned slightly and said, "It's okay to say this. After all, the Confucian vision is good. But the solution proposed not only did not solve the problems at that time, but also did not keep pace with the times."

"How do you say this?"

"Because the premise of Confucianism in governing the world is that everyone is a scholar, a minister, a sage. But the reality is that it is impossible for everyone to be a saint like Confucius and Mencius."

"Loyalty, righteousness, etiquette and trustworthiness require the people to have a little bit of these literati and officials. But what they care more about is to live and how to make their lives better for themselves and their families."

"Most of these people who died in battle or lived had never read books and did not understand the righteousness and integrity mentioned by the sages. In the villages before, those men could not survive, so they wanted to go to the military camp to try their luck."

As he said that, He Jin's smile became a little bitter, and he said, "It was because of their good luck that they joined the new military camp that they gradually had the potential to live."

"Only by having no worries about food and clothing, can we talk about the ambition to serve our family and country. If these are not resolved, Lord Shangshu asked them to worry about the country and the people, and to understand the military orders as if they were as good as mountains, leaving their wives, children, and fighting with foreign races that they had never seen before, why should they do it?"

Listening to these questions, Liu Daxia also looked sad and said, "I also know that the reform of the military system is not just a problem in the military camp. But for these things, you have to make a fuss with the tiger. Isn't this going to waste the roots and end the end?"

Hearing this, He Jin also understood the root cause of the problems of people like Liu Daxia.

Anyway, no matter what, developing business and communicating with foreign races is contrary to the classics of Confucius and Mencius, and it is a disaster. It’s fine if you get involved in one of them, but you still have both. This is simply a sign of the demise of a country in Confucian classics.

He felt in vain when he wandered around.

"Mr. Liu, things are constantly developing and changing! Confucianism did not solve social problems in the Spring and Autumn Period. You still regard it as a guideline. Using unproven academic theories to deny the reality I created, don't you think it is ridiculous and ironic?"

After being provoked, He Jin couldn't help but express his thoughts: "Commercial trading has brought wealth to the Ming Dynasty, providing employment and worry-free guarantees for the families of soldiers, so that the Ming Dynasty can build an elite and professional army."

"You are all stubborn in this way of self-improvement and humiliation. Then please tell me how can you prevent the Ming Dynasty from being bullied by foreign races outside the border?"

After saying this, he turned around and prepared to leave.

However, halfway through the way, I couldn't help but turn around and said, "In addition, what are you talking about to make a fuss with tigers and help the enemy. I have to take a closer look at the list of trade between the Ming Dynasty and foreign races. See if I have provided foreign races with military strength to make them strong!"

"If you have advantages and do not use them, you have to hold on to your shortcomings and bury them in your own world, hoping that the enemy will starve to death first. This is not a Confucian saint, but something that only stupid and cowards can do!"

Then, He Jin got on the carriage and threw the second-rank official here.

Liu Zuxiu looked at the scene blankly, then pinched a pill, and asked Liu Daxia stammeringly: "Father, do you need a pill?"

Liu Daxia's face was pale, but she lowered her head deeply and said nothing.

After a long time, he sighed as if exhausted, with a little bitterness and relief: "Medical medicine can only cure the body, but not the heart, and even more so. Is it really wrong for my father to believe in the sacred texts and act as dogmas for his whole life?"

At this time, the breeze hit, and there was already a hint of warmth in the wind - this means that the day when the little prince retaliated against the Mongolejin tribe is getting closer and closer.
Chapter completed!