From Chief to Ball

After the reform movement, the workshop workers are no longer the real bottom of Xia City. They have power but are used to compromise and non-violence.

The power of Xiacheng's private workshops is still very weak. They are attached to the city system, but they cannot be tolerated by systems outside Xiacheng. They also do not have their own strong power.

After the appearance of iron farm tools, there have been small-scale peasants in batches, but because of the remnants of the clan system and collective system, a large part of the farmers chose to work collectively.

Generally speaking, Xia City does not have a class that can truly be called the ruling class, and the power of each class is weak and scattered.

Their own class is not enough to rule Xiacheng alone, their strength is not enough to protect their own class interests with their own interests, and even their strength is not enough to represent themselves, so they can only choose one person to imagine that he can represent themselves class interests.

Slaves, slave owners, workshop workers, workshop owners, collective village communities, individual land, non-off-production Chinese workshop workers, off-production troops...the combination and division of all these forces make Xiacheng different from any other city outside.

In other cities, there is always a class that is in the main position, and the prototype of the country is a tool of the ruling class. Naturally, they understand and have the strength to maintain their rule, such as slave owners.

In Xiacheng, the bureaucratic system completed in a few years has turned many people who could have become slave owners into bureaucrats receiving public salaries; the original slaves have become extremely poor but "free" workshop workers; the original private land The cultivators unite to become the managers and laborers of collective workshops; the original low-level Chinese become workshop workers enjoying the welfare of the Chinese people...

Just like a piece of cloth, other cities also have many colors, but the thickest touch is black and white, which are called slaves and slave owners, and the rest are just embellishments.

On the cloth of Xiacheng, there are various colors and shapes, black and white, yellow of gardenia, red of safflower, emerald of green leaves, blue of indigo.

There are every color, but it is impossible to become the main color of this picture.

In the entire Xiacheng system, the power of slave owners is weak, and the power of slaves is equally weak; workshop workers are organized but accustomed to compromise, and there is no real class of workshop owners in opposition, but there is a class of Chinese workshop workers who are not off-duty; In his own endorsement, the half-produced people desire wealth rather than destruction; the small peasant class who personally farm cattle and iron tools know that they cannot become the ruling class, so they simply find someone to represent them...

And this person who has all kinds of colors on his body but seems the least likely to destroy the cloth; or paint the cloth with any two opposing single colors, is Jixia who they shouted for hope to be arbitrary.

So it ended up being a comedy of compromise.

Whether it is a plotter, a Chinese, a workshop worker, Ji Yun who is playing the tide, and Chen Jian who is riding the tide, they are all actors in this comedy scene.

It's just that the ending of this comedy scene is not a happy reunion, and there are bloody corpses in the process, which will inevitably make people frightened.

Every actor is working hard to perform, but they have to succumb to their own weakness, which makes the soul-stirring script set by Chen Jian into a farce that makes people laugh-if a farce that has died and bled is considered a comedy.

Like the conspirators.

The weak always seek deliverance by believing in miracles, thinking that he has defeated the enemy if he can drive them away in his imagination.

Because of this imagination, the conspirators believed that their worst enemy was Chen Jian.Because this kind of imagination made them lose consciousness of reality, they would win as long as Chen Jian's prestige was weakened in the imagination, and the miracle was that they could easily control the situation in Yucheng.

What I know in my heart is a miracle is no longer a miracle, so the miracle itself is a small thing that can be done for granted in the eyes of the conspirators, so everything they plan is based on this miracle that they don't think is a miracle.

This destined these conspirators to be the best performers in this comedy scene, vividly interpreting their weakness, fantasy, and cowardice, and through these, the tribesmen saw their decay and fragility, and saw Xiacheng go one way and the rest of the world. With the possibility of different roads in the city, the people of the country found that the old council was no longer needed.

Another example is the bottom class.

Chinese people want to maintain their own treatment, and do not want more people to share their rights and benefits.They hope that those workshop workers will not resist but accept the change of rules and continue to work well in the workshop, but they ignore that all this will turn into violent resistance, or they did not expect the resistance to be so fierce.

When faced with the violent struggle, the people of the country look forward to returning to the starting point, because the starting point is always better than the present. After all, it is an abyss and the beginning is at least the horizon. However, when they want to quickly settle these things and return to the original point When they found that they had nothing to do.

It is doomed that the Chinese are the extras in this comedy. There are no close-ups, no heroes, or even their own unique voices. Their role is to praise others for their horror in this drama, and to know the strength of others through their mouths, because Passers-by can always see the gap in strength that neither side can see through the confrontation between the authorities.

Another example is workshop workers.

The workshop workers have organized, and it is good that they long to be human, to have real human identity.

But since last year, they have betrayed the largest number of people who can unite with them, cutting off the possibility of expanding their power, so they have been isolated and become a small circle of special existence.More people are not allowed to enter this circle, and others are not allowed to destroy this circle.

This circle is organized and powerful, but they don't have their own practical program, and subconsciously believe in Yucheng's conscience, and even they themselves don't know that their power is strong enough—the Xiacheng people didn't exclaim such horror , but did not choose to directly attack and crush the shock. This silent statement only shows the strength of these workshop workers.

The workshop workers waited and waited and waited until they found out that those people in Yucheng were tearing off their masks and preparing to be crushed. They thought of leaving Yucheng to build a new city by themselves, but this was only a last resort, and it was already too late.

Once there was a change in Yucheng, they waited and watched again, looking forward to conscience, looking forward to charity, breaking the unity when they were desperate, and looking forward to another possibility such as compromise.

It is doomed that the workshop workers are the least protagonists in this farce. There are heroes among them, but they only lift up heroes when they are in trouble, and then because of heroes, they mistakenly equate power itself with Heroes, so when the stronger person appears, they look forward to it, and imagine that it is their hero.

The hard-working performances of the three parties, in the end, still evolved into a comedy scene in which the heroes stand out, the bad guys are driven away, and everyone has a happy ending.

Even if it is a comedy, it is time to end the curtain now. Even if it is not satisfactory, at least it has taken a step forward.

The sky is the curtain, the earth is the platform, the years are like drums, and thousands of people become a drama.

Chapter 24 History as a Teacher

On May [-]th, when the curtain came to an end.

Now that the prototype of a country with compromises from all walks of life has been established, what kind of path this prototype of the country should take has become a matter of consideration for Chen Jian and all the people in the country.

The tribe gave Chen Jian the right to make decisions, which meant that Chen Jian needed to take on more responsibilities.In the past, in order to walk fast, they had to give too many concessions to the conservative forces, so that the Xiacheng system was completely different.

Now that the conservative forces have been completely divided, all obstacles will disappear with a war, and war is the simplest solution.

So at this time, it is necessary to consider the calmness of everything and find the most suitable path.

You can't walk fast to avoid pulling eggs, and you can't walk slowly because your life span is limited.

At night, Chen Jian kept thinking.

Until a few workshop workers crossed the narrow inland river and came to the right bank.

Familiar faces, familiar people.

The leaders of the workshop workers came. They only wore a short sword and handed it to the black guards after crossing the river.

"The last time I saw your names, it was on the hang list. It seems that you have survived again. This time you and I only have one night to discuss, or you can call me chief in the future, or we will let Each other's blood mixed together."

Chen Jian didn't have a secret conversation in the hut, but just sat around the campfire with those who had fought each other to death in front of all the people and workshop workers in the open space.

He subconsciously threw a piece of firewood into the fire, and his voice seemed to come out of the smoke, and he said calmly and solemnly: "We want to be Chinese. Jixia, even though you have a good command, you want to kill us all." At least it will cost the lives of seven or eight hundred people. I would like to thank you Xiacheng people for teaching us how to fight, and also thank you for pushing us into a desperate situation, and let us be so united again after we killed the lord and fled.”

Chen Jian said with a smile: "Yes, unity is strength, you are not so easy to be killed now. We have a lot of things to discuss, I'm afraid we can't finish the discussion overnight. But there are priorities, and some things you are not qualified to discuss with I'll talk."

"Yucheng has been in chaos for too long, I don't want the chaos to continue, and I don't want my people to die on the bricks and tiles of the workshop where they dripped sweat."

The surroundings fell silent, and the people beside the bright campfire were like immobile sculptures, while Chen Jian looked around.

In the nearest place, the Chinese squatted on the ground, holding spears in their hands, looking up at their leader with anticipation; a little farther away, six or seven people were boiling water in clay pots mixed with various fragrances. Grass blades and a ration of maple syrup; in the distance are groups of soldiers on patrol, and the stone chestnuts and some flute players are singing something there, which attracts some cheers from farther away.

There are more than 30 people by the bonfire, half of the high-level officials in the entire Yucheng system are here, plus more than a dozen leaders of workshop workers, they are all waiting for Chen Jian to say the conditions to end this turmoil that is doomed to be fruitless .

After a long time, Chen Jian ordered all the officials in the Yucheng system to manage more than a hundred people or the centurion in the army to come here.

In addition to these people with official positions, all people with ranks above the eighth rank will also come, and all the people of the country should choose a person with no official position and high ranks in units of one hundred to come here together to discuss The future of Xiacheng.

More than a hundred people gathered together, not many people, but they can represent all political forces and every class in Yucheng, including the representatives of the lowest class.

Chen Jian needs to listen to their voices, and also needs them to deliver what they want to say to everyone's ears.

Because of arbitrariness, they don't need their opinions, just ask them whether they agree or accept it, but arbitrariness does not mean that they can betray everyone. Chen Jian is not qualified for that, because Xiacheng is not a divine right of kings.