On the sixth day of July, the Guards Fleet arrived at Jeonra Island, 600 kilometers away from Seosan Island.

After adding the coil antenna and ground wire, the receiver can still clearly receive signals from Xishan Island.

Now we can announce that a telegraph machine with practical value has been successfully developed!

Zhao Hao happily announced a day off so that the R&D team could go to Xingang City to relax and have fun, and all expenses would be paid by the institute.

But most of the team members chose to stay on the ship. People who are obsessed with scientific research don't have worldly desires. Well, actually, it's because their confidentiality level is too high, and they will be protected by personal guards around the clock when they go out.

All-weather protection means exactly what it says. This includes excreting food waste, providing nutrition for the growth of crops, connecting with people, and experiencing the great harmony of life...

Except for some people with unique sexual fetishes, no one has the ability to masturbate in public, let alone do that in public.

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"Actually, it would be quite interesting to have these nerds come down for a stroll." Zhao Shizhen followed Zhao Hao as they walked on the bustling streets of Jiangnan.

As an administrative city established by the group, Xingang has been established for 20 years. It has long become the trade center of the three kingdoms of Mingri Chao, the livestock center of the group, and the most prosperous city in Northeast Asia.

"You are a full man who doesn't know the hunger of a hungry man." Zhao Hao couldn't help laughing.

Zhao Shizhen lived a very happy life in those years. The stunning Oda City, far from fading with age, had become more and more skilled in arts, and was proficient in playing all kinds of musical instruments and singing. She served her nephew so well that he felt as happy as a god.

Moreover, the three adopted daughters have grown up and inherited their mother's excellent genes. They are beautiful and stunning.

Don't get the wrong idea. My nephew is a very conservative person. He is not a devilish father who plays the Genji Plan. He came out with his uncle this time just to arrange a marriage for his daughter, otherwise he would not want to leave his beloved research institute.

As the uncle and nephew were talking, they saw that the Hua Xia Square in front of them was crowded with people. There were nearly ten thousand people gathered, and it seemed that they were holding a rally.

Just like the most prosperous commercial street in every administrative city is called Jiangnan Street, the central square in every administrative city is called Huaxia Square.

"Then what are you doing?" Zhao Hao asked.

The guard who went ahead quickly reported back that someone was gathering a group to give lectures.

Moreover, Zhao Hao knew that person. He was the wanted criminal of Ming Dynasty who was helped to escape by Zhao Hao - He Xinyin.

"Let's go and take a look." Zhao Hao immediately became interested. With the guards leading the way, he and his nephew quickly squeezed under the podium.

The white-haired and bearded hero He Xinyin was giving an impassioned speech on the stage. Although he was already in his seventies, he spoke with full energy and a loud voice. Without any amplification equipment, the audience could hear him clearly.

"I, Liang Ruyuan, am already in my seventies. When I was young, I won the imperial examination. My family has thousands of acres of fertile land. I should have lived a life of wealth and luxury. But I worked tirelessly and traveled around giving lectures, and ended up being a wanted criminal by the imperial court. What did I want?"

"Fame? Wrong! If I want fame, I will continue to take the imperial examination and become a high-ranking official. Then there will naturally be many sour people flattering me and praising me to the sky!"

"That's not flattery, that's licking the hook..." The audience in the stage were mostly ordinary people, peddlers and hawkers. Naturally, they didn't follow the rules and their words were even more vulgar.

"No, I don't like men." He Da Xia laughed and scolded, "If you continue to make trouble, drag me out and behead me."

Amid the laughter, the atmosphere in the conference hall was extremely cheerful.

This is the traditional art of the Taizhou School. The founder of this school, Wang Gen, was born as a kitchen boy with limited literacy. After becoming famous, he remained true to himself and always taught the working people in the fields.

His successors, Yan Shannong, Luo Rufang and others, followed Wang Gen's example and insisted on educating the public and enlightening the people. This required that their lectures must be easy to understand so that illiterate people could understand them. They also had to be interesting so that people who were struggling for a living would be willing to squeeze out time to listen to their lectures.

He Xinyin is the master of the Taizhou School. He has a strong ability to control the situation and is comparable to the little black fat man of Deyun Club.

After the audience entered the alley, He Xinyin gradually brought out his private goods.

"I am worried about the people of the world who are not living a fulfilled life. I am depressed and cannot stop, so I speak out to help the masses break the cage in their hearts!"

"What is that cage? It is a despicable lie that has been fabricated for emperors and generals over the past thousand years by unscrupulous scholars such as Dong Zhongshu and Zhu Xi, who have used the name of Confucius to misinterpret the words of the sage for their own selfish interests!"

"It is because their lies are so much to the emperor's liking and so capable of fooling the people. That is why the emperor decided to 'reject all schools of thought and respect Confucianism alone'! From then on, there will no longer be a hundred schools of thought contending with each other, and no one will stand up for the people anymore!"

"When Liang was thirty, he learned from Yan Shannong the doctrine of Wang Xinzhai, 'The daily life of the people is the Tao.' He said that if an ordinary man or woman can follow it, then it is the Tao. This breaks the hierarchical boundaries between saints and ordinary people, and between the wise and the foolish."

"To Liang at the time, this was truly unprecedented and shocking! Yes, we all come into this world naked, and there is no difference between people by nature. It is the rigidly defined identity that distinguishes us!"

"Are we the same as the old emperor?" The crowd in the audience laughed, obviously not believing it.

"Of course they are different. His status is that of an emperor who is high above everyone else! Your status is that of an ordinary citizen who can't even make it in your home country and has to flee overseas." He Xinyin shook his head and smiled, then raised his voice and said:

"But if you throw away this artificially defined identity, you are all the same. Take our Ming Dynasty, for example. The founding emperor, Hongwu, was born a cowherd, worked as a monk, and begged for food. His background was humbler than that of everyone present. At least none of you are hungry or begging, right?"

"No!" The audience answered proudly, "Thanks to the group, we are all doing well!"

Zhao Hao, who was in the crowd, immediately raised his lips and couldn't help but feel proud. "Your uncle is doing a good job in helping the whole society to get enough food and clothing and become well-off, right?"

"Not bad." Zhao Shizhen exclaimed.

"All the beggars were sent to forced labor..." Who knew that the next moment everyone burst into laughter again.

The uncle and nephew immediately looked upset.

Zhao Hao then remembered that this was because most immigrants had the experience of begging in China. The group was worried that they would return to their old ways, which would affect the image of the administrative region, and would also form evil forces such as the Beggars' Gang and the Fighting Gang, which would seriously affect social security.

Therefore, the crime of begging was specially set up in the Administrative District Public Security Ordinance. It explicitly prohibits begging. Those who are able to work will be arranged by the administrative district to do forced labor and educate them to be self-reliant. Those who are unable to work, such as the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled, will be placed by the administrative district social welfare department.

Instigating or organizing others to beg is punishable by up to ten years of hard labor and a fine; in particularly serious cases, lifelong hard labor and confiscation of all property...

In addition, the difference between forced labor and forced labor is that one is paid while the other is free.

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"But did this affect Emperor Hongwu's ability to expel the Tartars, restore China, and establish the Ming Dynasty?" Then He Xinyin on the stage continued, "But what about his descendants? Each generation was worse than the previous one. When it came to his great-great-grandson Zhu Qizhen, he was born to be an emperor, right? Moreover, he had the Three Yangs as his teachers and received the best education, but he was incompetent and shameless to the extreme!"

"Good fellow..." The nephew gasped. This Hero is too bold to say that. No wonder everyone likes to hear it so much. It's exciting!

Zhao Hao also smiled bitterly. This was the result of not allowing his subordinates to touch him. Naturally, he was fearless and the more he talked, the more he went too far...

But the effect is good. The audience was so excited that they were beside themselves. He Xinyin on the stage was like someone on drugs, dancing excitedly. Zhao Hao was worried that he would say something like "I understand the applause" at any time...

"He was like an idiot, being played around by the eunuchs! He lost his army and humiliated his country, he is a sinner for all eternity! He helped the Tartars to knock on the door, how despicable! He gave the wife and daughter of a loyal minister to the Tartars, how disgusting! He killed a loyal minister like Yu Shaobao, how insane!"

"Tell me, if you were to be the emperor, would you do a worse job than him?"

The people in the audience looked at each other and dared not say anything.

"That's definitely not the case..." He Xinyin said calmly, "Because you must be busy sleeping with the ladies in the harem. Who would have the time to go out and fight?"

"That's right, he left for the west because he couldn't make ends meet..." Everyone laughed and said, "Wouldn't it be nice to sleep with the queen in the palace?"

"So you can only harm a few queens, but he has ruined hundreds of thousands of troops and ministers, and almost made us slaves of a conquered nation again!" He Xinyin said loudly: "Who says now that they are not as good as him?"

No one shook their heads now. The people in the audience laughed and said, "Now that Mr. Liang puts it that way, there really is no difference between us and the emperor."

"There is still a difference. Otherwise, how come he is the emperor and you are all common people?" He Xinyin smiled and said sternly, "But this difference is imposed on you by someone, who makes you believe that some people are born to be high and mighty, while the working people, including you, are born to be enslaved, toil all your life, and in the end, be skinned and eaten, and have your marrow sucked out like animals!"

“Think about it, how much bullying, injustice, oppression and deprivation have you and your parents endured in your lives?” He Xinyin's voice floated over Huaxia Square like a morning bell.

The atmosphere in the audience became solemn. No one could laugh anymore. Many people had red eyes and some even sobbed quietly.

The immigrants on Jeonra Island were mostly refugees from Shandong, Northern Zhili and Liaodong. Northerners were attached to their native land and did not have the habit of going out to sea to make a living. Unless they were forced into a desperate situation, who would leave their homeland and become a refugee?

Crying is contagious. Gradually, more people started to cry loudly. The whole square was filled with crying. The heart-wrenching and lung-wrenching cries changed the color of the sky and the earth!

P.S. Actually, these things are easier to write. I just started writing this at night when I got home, and I thought I couldn’t finish a chapter…