The first part of "The Game of the Death of a Nation".
My name is Goudan and I'm a recent graduate. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info
My best friend and I started studying together in elementary school, and we were in the same class in middle school and high school.
This led to a sneaky hangover before graduating from high school and choosing the most difficult major for college: Chinese Studies.
That's right, Chinese culture is the history of the country.
The ancient text is jerky and difficult to understand, and the history is intricate.
There are only 27 students in our country's Chinese Studies major.
Not because it was difficult, but because our country had long since perished.
It's ridiculous and pathetic.
There is only one continent and three countries in this world.
It's big and it's small, and we're a small country.
Two thousand years ago, our small country caught in the middle was attacked by two powerful neighbors.
The fighters of our country simply could not resist the fire of the enemy army and could not even dispel the despair of the people of their own country.
The two superpowers chose to be outside the walls of our country, starting the First World War.
Garrison troops for the length of our territory, and whichever of the two sides will push the other's army out of our borders first. Whoever wins wins, and the prize is the territory of our country.
And we simply can't fight, whether we win or lose.
Let's think of a plate of fish between two predators, and the predator has sharp blades all over his body.
This battle lasted eight years, and both sides suffered numerous casualties but neither side could distinguish the winner or loser.
Our small country has piled up this endless corpse and armor before, and we need to clean up the battlefield as soon as the two sides cease fighting.
In the past eight years, not a single person in our country has not been worried, for fear that one day the country will wake up and the country will be destroyed.
All of them will be taken into slavery in other countries.
The old king of our country paid an unknown amount of tribute to the two great powers almost every year.
Basically, except for the food and water sources that sustain survival, almost all of them were allocated to the two powerful countries.
But they have no intention of stopping at all, and their wavering hearts will always be reinforced again by the war reports of the enemy country.
It lasted forever until the eighth year, when Prince Jock replaced the old king, who was old and sick.
Everything turned around, and King Jock was not paying tribute to both countries.
Instead, he went to the meeting alone and went to the two great powers with a few retinues to meet the king.
He met with the kings of the two powerful countries separately and spent half a day each speaking his theory.
Early the next morning, both sides of the powerful country withdrew their troops.
There are many versions of this dialogue, and Noshi even blew King Jock into the sky.
What a messenger of God, the smartest man in the world, and so on.
But the most reliable and acceptable version is that King Jock elaborated on the negative effects of war, contrasting the decline in the country's treasury over the past few years with the pressure on families caused by the death of people joining the army.
These scenes are really powerful, because as long as King Jock says the wrong word, it will bring death.
These words should have touched the king of the powerful country, but none of them made him angry.
After that, it took eight years or more to compare the sale and purchase of a small country's territory.
Of course, these are just lubricants before the final hole cards are played.
And this last hole card is the testimony of King Jock's greatness.
In just five words: war turns to business.
Let the king of the powerful country be confused.
But after King Jock explained, the King of the Mighty nodded sheepishly and said that he would agree as long as you could convince the enemy.
As you can imagine, the next day King Jock rode his horse and set off for another great country.
The day after that, the two powerful countries withdrew their troops.
War to business is just as much as it seems.
Cancel the eight-year protracted war and allow both countries to send caravans to both ends of the small state.
Unify the national currency and let merchants do business.
For a period of one year, both parties provide profitable funds.
More than half of the opponent's funds declare victory and gain the territory of the small country.
The referee is King Jock, and after the victory is announced, King Jock is willing to take off the crown and let the victor dispose of it.
This reasonable and legal deal obviously did not make the two powers feel at a loss.
But the real victor was King Jock.
Almost the next day, because of the withdrawal of the two powers, the panic of the people in the three countries disappeared.
King Jock then converted all the gold and silver treasures that had not been paid this year's tribute and gave them to a blacksmith to mint a cyan copper coin.
Over the course of a week, the cyan copper coins were distributed to the commoners in equal numbers according to the harvest and the number of family members.
The stationing of caravans from the two great powers made it possible to make money by employing local civilians to make goods and sell them to civilians.
For a time, all the people lived a good life, and although it was hard, the stable life lasted for a whole year.
The day has come to compare the amounts.
King Jock sneered and stood between the representatives of the two caravans.
His spies had learned yesterday that both empires had minted more than double the amount of cyan copper coins in order to win for themselves.
As soon as the two sides announced the amount, it turned out to be thirteen to sixteen tons of coins.
But neither side is more than half of the other.
Both sides know there's a problem, but neither side admits to cheating.
The coins were piled up at both ends of the city wall, and King Jock picked one up with a smile and said, "I'll design an anti-counterfeiting label, and you all go back and report the situation to the king, will you come back next year?"
King Jock simply added a circle around each cyan copper coin and let the caravan from both countries take it away.
And just like that, year after year.
Year after year of reforming copper coins.
By the time the two powerful countries found out that they were bored, the small country had become the most stable bridge between the two great powers for businessmen and people.
Whatever new gadgets appear in the two powerful countries will be popular in the small country now, and then spread to the enemy country.
The two powerful countries tried to send troops to suppress it, but what they got was the resentment of the people of their own countries.
Of course, the two great powers did not stop there, and they still mobilized their armies.
The target is not a small country, but a royal palace for a small country.
King Jock was put to death by the soldiers of the two great powers.
The sophistically witty King Jock used the excuse that he could die, but the two countries had different equipment for the death penalty.
Neither country was able to execute him, and thus survived a natural death.
King Jock died at the age of sixty-three, and the statue was erected in a park in the middle of the small country for people to see.
And since the death of King Jock, there has been no king in the small country.
But the comparison between the two great powers never ended, and the verdict was handed over to the caravans of the two countries to station the mutant industries of the small countries.
This industry is also known as banking.
And the small country became the third power between the two great powers, without an army or a king.
Two thousand years have passed in a blink of an eye, and the country has entered the age of science and technology from the ancient agricultural era.
But nothing has changed, and this history has become the content of the Chinese culture class.
It has been repeatedly studied and organized.
Of course, ordinary citizens do not delve into this history, but we, the 27 students, remember everything in mind.
The reason why there are only 27 students in Sinology is because of the need to memorize a large number of jerky ancient texts and record and dissect history, and the other reason is because the graduation exam for this degree is the most difficult of all degrees.
Because the Chinese culture of a small country does not belong to any of the other two large countries, and the invigilator to face in the graduation exam is the bank of the small country.
And this bank is supreme among its kind, called the Blue Coin Bank.
The emblem of the bank is the unpatterned blue copper coin in the hands of King Jock.
My best friend Dahai and I are going to take our graduation exams tomorrow, but we don't know what the exams are about until now.
We only know that no one has graduated from the Chinese Academy for five years.
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