"I am a writer."

"A writer?" Zhao Huan was slightly taken aback. "That's interesting. A writer actually believes in that kind of thing?"

"You seem to disdain that approach?"

"What practical value do you think that set of equipment has?"

Li Wenzheng said, "Yes, everyone is an ordinary person. If you stab someone with a knife, they will bleed. It is unreasonable for a monarch to be high above others; he is just an ordinary person too."

Zhao Huan shook his head and smiled, "So, you think that a monarch isn't needed, and that those in power are elected by the people themselves to represent the will of the people?"

"Isn't that so?"

"Is the will of the people always correct?"

"The will of the people is the will of the majority, and the majority is right."

Zhao Huan remained silent for a moment, and Li Wenzheng continued, "Everyone longs to be their own master and live according to their own ideas, rather than being controlled by the monarch and nobles."

“You don’t understand. The majority doesn’t necessarily mean it’s right. The vision of ordinary people is limited.” Zhao Huan raised his hand. “Look, I only have two hands and one pair of eyes. My eyesight is limited, and my hearing is limited. Our bodies are easily injured.”

"Therefore, human beings are a very sensitive species, full of sensitivity to the world, which leads to doubt and fear."

Zhao Huan's tone was calm: "Doubt and fear will cause us to lose our rational judgment."

Do you know why there are so many trolls on the internet in later generations?

Li Wenzheng looked at Zhao Huan. This was the first time she had heard such a statement, and she couldn't help but become curious.

"The human body is too fragile, so all our actions are for self-protection, even speaking online is a form of self-protection."

"How so?"

"A strong desire for expression stems from a yearning for others' approval. Only when others approve do people feel a sense of belonging and security. However, because we can't see each other online, and people strongly crave approval, their language becomes uncontrollably extreme! If a normal person were standing in front of them, would they still use that aggressive tone of voice they use online?"

Li Wenzheng was somewhat swayed by the emperor's words.

Zhao Huan continued, "If you really want to change the fate of humanity, you must first understand the weaknesses of human beings. The human body itself has many limitations. Whether it is eyesight or hearing, they are greatly limited. Do you think ordinary people can really see the world in a comprehensive and objective way?"

Here's an example: someone asked a farmer, "How do you think the emperor spends his days?"

The farmer said, "The emperor? His hoe must be made of gold!"

Can you blame the farmers for being ignorant?

cannot!

Because these are ordinary people, and everyone's cognitive boundaries are limited.

Li Wenzheng said, "According to your logic, isn't there no hope for human civilization?"

"Human civilization has always been led by wise men. Wise men are able to grasp the times, follow the trend, unite ordinary people, and guide them toward the general trend to achieve common interests. It is not about talking about your path to democracy and freedom when you have nothing yet."

Zhao Huan added, "You must know that once the evil in human nature is unleashed, it is beyond your imagination. If you grant complete and absolute freedom, it will be a catastrophe for everyone."

After saying this, Zhao Huan stood up and said, "What this era needs is for the people to have enough to eat and wear. As for what will happen in the future, I can no longer control it."

After saying that, he left.

The next day, He Liming entered the palace and said, "Your Majesty, she hanged herself."

Zhao Huan is currently writing a book: "On Contradiction".

"Okay, go down."

The sun was shining brightly outside. Zhao Chun, dressed in clean and simple clothes, came in and said, "Father."

"Come here."

Zhao Chun walked to Zhao Huan's side, and Zhao Huan said, "This book is called 'On Contradiction.' Study it carefully. It will guide the continuous changes of the entire Chinese nation in the future. Even if there is another war a hundred years later, as long as China accepts it, it can correct itself and get back on track."

Zhao Chun took the book and said, "Father, I know that you have always told me that the current contradiction in the Song Dynasty is between the people's food supply and the grain production. Later, you said it was between the old system of the court and the new commerce. Only by reforming the old system can the new commerce be developed."

"Chun'er, the Song Dynasty will be handed over to you in the future. You must think carefully about the reasons behind this, think deeply about it, listen to advice from all sides, but you must have your own opinions. Study this book more. This book was given to your father by a sage in a dream."

"knew."

"Come on, let's go with Father to the Hall of Heroes and the Shrine of Martyrs."

The afternoon sun shone on the Bian River, making it sparkle.

In the northern part of Tokyo, there is a well-maintained park with two stone tablets.

That is the resting place of the soldiers who shed their blood and sacrificed their lives for the Song Dynasty over the years.

The other site is the mausoleum of civil officials, scientists, and other individuals who made outstanding contributions to the Song Dynasty.

As the autumn wind rises, golden leaves flutter and dance in the park.

On the riverbank not far away, some children were playing, laughing happily in the autumn sun.

"Chun'er, the people here must never forget what your father often told you: the evil in human nature is immeasurable, but the good in human nature can also change the world."

Seeing the children playing with their parents on the grassy riverbank, Zhao Huan's eyes seemed to moisten. According to orthodox history, a great war was still raging across the Central Plains, and the people were suffering terribly.

"Peace exists because of them."