Chapter 522 How ambitious it is to make sacrifices

Zhang Wuji's entire body was wrapped in red light, and the red giant behind him was still faceless. But at this moment, he felt that something had changed, as if a seed had been planted, quietly waiting to take root and sprout.

The Spark War World Art had been put aside by him. As a book of important secret techniques that Mr. Gu had solemnly handed down to him, Zhang Wuji read it carefully with great sincerity. However, when he opened the book, he found that there was not a single word inside. It was a book without words.

He still remembered what Mr. Gu said at that time: I was a little hesitant about this secret technique, hesitating whether I should pass it on. Later, I was relieved and passed down this wordless heavenly book. I was not passing on a method, but a doctrine. What I taught you is not yours after all. I tried to draw a tiger but ended up drawing a dog. When you grow up, you can write this heavenly book yourself.

So Zhang Wuji often flipped through this book of martial arts, thinking that there must be a secret in it, and the true meaning would be revealed only when he discovered it himself. However, he could not find the method in the end, so he put it aside.

Later, when I was studying, I read various books. I studied Marxism-Leninism, read Capital, and tried to understand other books that recorded various strange theories.

After the founding of the Ming Dynasty, he governed the country with what he had learned and thought, re-established the rule of law, clarified people's livelihood, and regulated the economy, in order to do his best. Zhang Wuji was not a saint, but just an ordinary man. This ordinary man had great desires. He wanted to build a dynasty that would last for ten thousand years and a prosperous country. He never said this vision out loud, but he worked hard to achieve it.

Desire is desire, Zhang Wuji does not hold himself to the standards of a saint, so he takes an unconventional approach, is eager for quick success, and has backward thinking? Brainwash everyone and stamp their thoughts! People's livelihood is difficult? Neuroworms improve technology, break scientific research barriers, and the economy is sluggish? Directly use something out of nothing, use fairy magic and scientific research results to promote economic development, the country is in trouble, macro-control, neuroworms are used as cattle and horses, and deus ex machina is descended!
There are countless examples like this. He is not trying to save the lives of all the people, nor is he trying to save the masses. Zhang Wuji just wants to build an ideal country that he wants. As for the sharp rise in the living standards of the people of the Ming Dynasty, it is just a by-product of the process of building the ideal country and a necessary condition for achieving the goal. If there is a shortcut to abandon all the people and get to the result directly, Zhang Wuji will gladly accept it, and he has the courage and sufficient execution ability to do so.

In his view, this was a transaction, a transaction with the people, a fair trade, neither owed the other, and he would earn a little more, so he did not feel that he was superior. This is also the origin of the so-called equality of all, division of labor and different contribution system. It was not true equality, but Zhang Wuji believed that such a system could make the huge machine of the Ming Dynasty run efficiently, and then he used iron-blooded means to enforce the operation of the equal system. His order to kill wealthy businessmen, gentry, families with prominent counties, and nobles who had objections was enough to scare the devil who enjoyed killing people. He even had plans to abolish the monarchy.

Because of this, even if he borrowed the people's will, the Ming Dynasty's national destiny, and the dragon's spirit, he only used it as an external force, a consumable. At most, it was a little troublesome to use and the process of its birth was a little difficult.

But soon, just now, Zhang Wuji discovered that some things were not what he thought. Although he was from a farmer's family in a mountain village, he had never suffered hardship, nor had he experienced the feeling of being naked, hungry and cold. His two closest relatives each had their own identities, and his teacher was an extraordinary person. Once he revealed his true identity, with this opportunity, even the peaches in the sky and the fairy apricots on the ground could be eaten by him and picked clean, and there would not be a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers coming to capture him.

But the people of the Ming Dynasty had suffered hardships and hunger. There was a severe drought and no harvest. Exchanging children for food was just a few lines in history books, but for them, it was a personal experience.

Zhang Wuji knew that the people were suffering and could even explain why. He could also give a few theories about how the economic base determines the superstructure and how there is a mismatch between productivity and production relations. He could also write a long essay of ten thousand words. But these were nothing compared to the hardships suffered by the illiterate people, who guarded an empty rice jar and drew a circle on the ground with their fingers.

Perhaps Zhang Wuji thought that he was practicing his ideals and making a deal with the people, but the people who benefited from it did not think so. They had the simplest standard of measurement, judging by deeds rather than intentions.

In the old dynasty, harsh government was more ferocious than a tiger, officials were like jackals, and a year's harvest was not enough to provide food and clothing. But in the Ming Dynasty, when officials were evaluated, if there were still people starving to death under their jurisdiction, they would be beheaded.

Being able to eat well and wear warm clothes is a good life. The Ming Dynasty has come, and the sky is clear. What, you said that the Ming Dynasty is a den of demons? Then I am the demon cub. You said that the Ming Dynasty has cholera and people's hearts. My life is almost gone. Who cares about people's hearts? Wait, you said that the emperor of the Ming Dynasty is an evil villain. Well said, I am about to donate money. Come on, come with me, I will go to the kitchen to get you money.

So no matter how the old master Dajing and the great Confucian scholar listed dozens of crimes of the Ming Emperor, the people of the Ming Dynasty did not move. Instead, many people fled from Dajing because they could not survive.

"You, a scholar, have read so many books of sages that they have gone down the stomach of a dog, but you are not starving. If you dare to talk nonsense again, my hoe will not be any harm to you." As for the Ming Dynasty and Zhang Wuji, the people of the Ming Dynasty were not grateful to them, but at least they knew what kind of country this was. They even had some courage towards those smiling officials and were no longer afraid of them. As for the Ming Emperor, he was of course the best man in the world.

They believe and they agree, so the construction and implementation of the spiritual tower can be so smooth and calm. The dragon energy is the most real power. It is rooted in the strength of the country and is also the feedback of the people.

So when Zhang Wuji needed it, the hearts of the people gathered, distorted reality, and the red giant was born. So when Zhang Wuji faced a powerful enemy, words began to appear in the wordless heavenly book called Spark War World Art.

"So, this is the most fundamental power. Uniting the people as one, one person takes on the responsibility of a country and supports all people."

Zhang Wuji looked at the thousands of miles of red fire, the mountains and rivers were all red, and murmured in his heart.

"So, I was walking on the road without knowing it, and all those books I read were in vain."

He laughed at himself silently. Zhang Wuji once heard Gu Qingyuan talk about a country that rebuilt itself from the ruins and prospered again. He also did in-depth research on that country's system and ideology.

Even some of the policies, systems, and methodologies that he had worked out with great effort contained some shadow of that country, and he was subconsciously moving closer to it.

"It turns out that institutions, state forms, and even ideas do not need to be imitated blindly. What is important is something in the essence."

After clearing away the clouds and mist, Zhang Wuji's mind became clear and he listened carefully. The voices of the people, which had originally seemed to be separated by a layer of gauze, now clearly entered his heart. This was not some sudden enlightenment, nor was there any enlightenment or advancement. He just wanted to understand some principles, and then through these principles, he picked up some lost things.

He opened his hands, and the red giant behind him instantly disintegrated, turning into a layer of red sand clothes that wrapped around his body. This clothing was not a dragon robe, but just an ordinary piece of clothing. This style was the most common style among the common people.

This is the blessing of thousands of people and the power of red light. Now, the huge power of red light does not need Zhang Wuji's control and it can move freely without any hindrance.

A red flag was gathered in his hand, like a big gun. Zhang Wuji held the flag and laughed heartily. In a trance, he saw the figure of the teacher. At that time, he told his ambitions, asking where to go and how to do it.

The gentleman pondered for a long time and admitted that he did not know the answer. After a long while, he said in a deep voice:
"Because of the great ambition to sacrifice, dare to teach the sun and the moon to change into a new sky."

(End of this chapter)