From Chief to Ball

For Chen Jian, this high priest incident was not only an increase in status and power, but also an explosion of many doubts that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.

From the smooth sailing in the clan era to the self-conscious insignificance today, the huge gap made him shake and reflect.

Ask yourself several times, is it because of your inner beliefs that support you to go on like this?Or is it because of the self-inflated generals caused by the ease of the clan era, and the preconscious view of himself as a god who can control everything?

If it is the former, because of belief, they should always smile along with the progress of the ethnic group, and there will be no such loss.

Chen Jian never felt that he was a saint, he was just practicing his own beliefs, just a normal, ordinary person with a little ideal.

This dream is not so grand.

It can be practiced by being a leader who attracts the attention of the people, and it can also be practiced by an ordinary person who works with his hands in the future era when everyone will be obsessed. There is no difference.

Because there is no difference, there should be no loss.Because of the loss, I began to reflect.

Frowning brows silently expressed the distress in Chen Jian's heart, but there was no one to talk to, so he had to bury it deep in his heart.

The clansmen who came back with Chen Jian were very strange. They didn't understand why the leader who won such a big victory was depressed, and he didn't understand why the leader who was laughing and joking every day before going to Sucheng frowned.

Until one morning when it was getting closer and closer to Yucheng, the sun had just risen, and everyone was busy preparing for the next day's itinerary, when they suddenly heard a long roar from the river bank outside the camp.

At the beginning, it was as clear and beautiful as a falcon, and then it turned as thick as a river, and finally turned into the ecstasy of enlightenment.

The clansmen recognized that it was Chen Jian's voice, thought that something serious had happened, and hurried over, only to be pleasantly surprised to find that the leader who was always smiling in the past had returned, his frowns were already furrowed, and he was even thinking about holding a piece of paper. The stones made a series of ripples on the quiet shore.

The clansmen didn't know what happened by the river, they only knew that the long roar seemed to call out the chief's depression these days, which was enough for thousands of people to celebrate peace of mind.

The water of the big river, who has never given up day and night, knows what happened by the river, because the river can leave a reflection, but he doesn't know what the young man in the reflection is thinking.

If He Bo really existed, he would remember that a young man came to the river in the early morning of that day, frowning, staring blankly at the rising sun.I will also remember that there were some clouds in the east that day, and they seemed to be very thick, as if they wanted to block the red sun, drag it from rising, and fall into the eternal night.

The entanglement between Chaoyang and Caixia, the scramble between Guangming and Yongye ushered in that long howl.Such as military drums to cheer, such as the intersection of spears and spears.The howling sound became louder and louder, like a swallow piercing into the sky and piercing the clouds. The moment the howling sound was about to stop, golden light instantly sprinkled across the earth and rivers from east to west.The face in the water, dyed bright by the rising sun, also frowned following the long howl.

As for why he frowns and why he stretches his brows, He Shui doesn't know, only he himself knows.

He was very happy and wanted someone to share his joy with him, but he finally smiled and said "Let's go, let's go back" when he saw the tribesmen running in a hurry, and then hit a few times on the river surface with a stone. It's a waste of time.

Maybe no one can share the joy at this time, so just keep it as a secret and leave it in the river with that pebble.

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Earlier than the long howl in the morning, Chen Jian came to the river early, just wanting to walk casually alone.

At that time, there were still a few people by the river, who were fetching water with bamboo knots brought back from Dongyi. Chen Jian stared at the bamboo in the hands of those people, feeling even more depressed in his heart.

When he was in Dongyi, he saw bamboo and thought about building another workshop, a simple workshop that could affect the entire ethnic group.

Paper workshop.

This is a workshop that can be prepared very early. The hydraulic hammer can easily smash the grass, hemp, and sawdust. There are also enough lime-corroded colloidal materials, and such a large field is enough for rinsing.

The only thing lacking is the bamboo sticks used to fish pulp. Although other things can be substituted, they are not convenient to use and have a short service life.

The emergence of writing makes papermaking very meaningful, allowing writing and paper to be passed down as carriers of the wisdom and civilization of the tribe, breaking the knowledge monopoly of noble blood and allowing more people to come into contact with writing, and so on.

The benefits are so numerous that it goes without saying.

But at that time, Chen Jian was in the midst of mental distress, so he thought a little too much, and became more irritable.When people are irritable, it is easy to only see the dark side, and the sense of insignificance and powerlessness brought about by the high priest incident made this dark side infinitely expand.

When he saw the bamboo and thought that his own group was about to make paper, Chen Jian suddenly felt a little depressed and thought that by making paper so early, he was actually destroying a possible culture.

Once paper appears, I am afraid that there will be no more chapters with countless small words and great meanings.

Wooden slips are troublesome to write, and they can only express as much meaning as possible with the fewest words possible. Conciseness and subtlety are the characteristics of the era of wooden slips. They are the most popular articles of the previous ethnic groups, and they are also the source of culture that has influenced thousands of years.

After the appearance of paper, some books such as miscellaneous notes immediately developed in the direction of vernacular, which is beyond anyone's control.

With the emergence and spread of iron, Chen Jian estimates that a fierce ideological storm will come in 400 years at most. At that time, geniuses will think about how to deal with changes and conservatives, and with the new social model. Do it, they will put their Taoism and skills into words, and a hundred flowers will bloom.

Perhaps, Chen Jian is afraid, afraid that when he is reborn next time, maybe the Tao Te Ching Analects Zhuangzi Mozi he will see next time will be a thick book, a book explaining philosophy in the form of vernacular...

Thoughts may still be there, but many beautiful things are missing.

Although pre-Qin prose is written on wooden slips, it is simple, free and rich in thought, without the gorgeous rhetoric of parallel lines. Compared with some later articles, it is easier to understand and more likely to arouse people's sympathy, because there is something called thought. something in it.

Ideas will still bloom, but there will no longer be the beauty of words that make people mouth-watering.

Whether it is good or bad, Chen Jian himself does not know, so it is difficult to decide.

In other words, he himself didn't understand, is a Tao Te Ching written in plain language and still flashing in thought still a Tao Te Ching?

In his heart, he regards this world as a substitute and spiritual sustenance for the ethnic group in his previous life.

So there is always a knot in my heart that has not been untied.

And this knot is the tradition of the previous life, which is very important to show the characteristics of the ethnic group to distinguish it from other ethnic groups.

Science is materialistic and belongs to all mankind, while tradition belongs to the nation.

Because of this, it was difficult for Chen Jian to figure out the things of tradition and ethnicity. After experiencing the fermentation of thinking about the high priest incident, it became more serious, because Chen Jian felt that some things were out of control.

For example, once paper appears prematurely, in order to highlight their own uniqueness, literati will inevitably produce parallel prose and gorgeous rhetoric to be different from the lower culture, because the popularity of paper makes it not enough to pretend to be just reading books—and European courts speak French without speaking their mother tongue to show elegance.

So the pre-Qin prose, which is informal and informal, is traditional culture?

Or is it that the parallel prose is so gorgeous and gorgeous that the world is like an empty vase, so that Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty issued an edict begging scholars not to write articles so gorgeous and empty? The style of writing in the Six Dynasties is traditional culture?

Or are there four ways of writing fennel beans, melancholy turtles, etc. are traditional cultures?

King Goujian of Yue was the first to set up a comfort station for soldiers. Mazu in her previous life had a military paradise, but there is no military paradise on the other side of the strait. Is this destroying traditional culture?

From lewd running duet to foot-bound women's virtues to the liberation of surnames in the market at the end of Ming Dynasty, from sword-wielding frontier rangers to good men who don't know the grain and don't serve as soldiers, which one is it?Or both?

What the hell is this thing?Who will define it?

What will the ethnic group look like in the end?Is your choice right or wrong?Are your own ideals in conflict with what the ethnic group wants?Do you destroy more or gain more?

This is the doubt that has always existed since the ethnic group was regarded as the sustenance of the previous life after crossing, until this time after the battle with Dongyi, after thinking about the high priest in Sucheng, it burst out by the river.

Before he could not think, because he felt that he could control a lot.

Now he has to think, because he feels that under the tide of history, he will become smaller and smaller until he is submerged.

Science belongs to everyone, and it applies everywhere. There is no difference between ethnic groups. The sun is hot in any ethnic group, so he can do a lot to make the ethnic group go faster.

But culture belongs to a separate ethnic group, and it is finally produced in the history of the ethnic group. Everyone is the creator of culture and everyone is changed by the culture itself. This is beyond the control of a person, and it will only become smaller and smaller in it until submerged.

Culture originates from matter, but it is not a mechanical reaction, so no one can control it.