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Xu Lie's tone was calm, not a question but rather a statement, showing no sign of concern as Chen Tao took two steps forward. At this moment, Old Song and A Gang had already positioned themselves on either side; even if they hadn't, it would merely result in another kick.
Xu Lie remained composed, lifting his teacup for another sip, savoring the fragrant tea: "That person in charge is representing me in recruitment." Regardless of who Bai Yu Men was cursing, it made no difference. Xu Lie did not voice the somewhat harsh saying that one should look at the person when beating a dog.
He understood well that there was no need to discuss human rights under the grand backdrop of the Feudal Dynasty. Advanced and progressive voices must also consider the specific environment. In the Da Qian Dynasty, where productivity was severely lacking, pursuing modernity would only lead one deeper into a quagmire.
Xu Lie spoke plainly about the essence of the feudal era: "Perhaps in the distant future, people will be able to rely on their own wisdom to obtain more food and clothing. They may even gain pleasures we cannot imagine. By then, perhaps people will be more equal and not so quick to annihilate entire families."
But that was merely a matter for the future; in this era, the existence of an emperor inherently implied that people would not be equal.
Cough! Chen Tao was nearly driven mad, blood gradually clouding his vision, resembling a vengeful spirit: "Nonsense! You, as the Second Prince, so what?! Cough! You're just like me—only one life! Waiting is futile!"
With that, he quickened his pace, squeezing out the last bit of Zhen Qi, intending to exchange life for life. However, he was effortlessly intercepted by Song Qiao. The entire process was silent; the floor remained intact, and the nearby furnishings were undisturbed.
Even at his peak, Chen Tao was no match for Song Qiao; let alone in his current half-disabled state. Once Song Qiao restrained him and expelled his internal energy, Chen Tao became like a fish on a chopping board.
The discussions around them grew more intense.
"Heavens, this Second Prince is also a philosopher? Even predicting that increased productivity could effectively dismantle feudalism?"
"I find it remarkable that under the backdrop of the Feudal Dynasty, this privileged royal Second Prince can think so deeply. For us, at least he’s a hero who has rebelled against his own class to join the revolution."
"Stop trying to whitewash him! With such a dark past, can you really turn him white? The annihilation of families did happen! You praise the Second Prince for being bold and decisive; he himself said privilege and inequality exist—are you still trying to cover it up?"
"To be fair, it's not really whitewashing. At least this Second Prince's actions have no major flaws; if he's bad, he's purely bad—a villain with style."
"Absolutely! You all should check out another drama featuring Xu Lie; in that show too, he plays a villain with grand ambitions."
The content is no longer sufficient to change Xu Lie's expression: it’s understandable that you don’t believe it. Most people are already doing their utmost just to survive, so how can they have the energy or spirit to envision the future?
However, this doesn’t prevent you from thinking correctly, because right now, you don’t need to exert all your effort just to stay alive; you can live quite well. Currently, each acre yields three stones of grain, which is an increase compared to previous dynasties. What about next year? Two years from now?
When the output meets people's basic needs for survival, a better era will arrive.
Chen Tao disdainfully shifted his gaze. Trapped by Song Qiao, he was powerless to struggle but still fundamentally disbelieved Xu Lie's nonsense.
"I know you don't believe me." Xu Lie finally got to the point, revealing his true intentions: hand over the Cang Hai Jue.
This technique, which allows a person to move freely underwater, is indispensable for Kaihai. With the Cang Hai Jue, a better era can come even faster.
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