Chen Xian was stunned, coming down the mountain at this point, could it be a Taoist priest on the mountain?

When he looked up, he saw a middle-aged man in his forties walking down the slippery mountain road with vigorous steps, and when he got closer, he found that the person who came had thick eyebrows and starry eyes, a high nose bridge, and a short beard on his chin.

"Do you know who wrote this poem?" The other party smiled at Chen Xian.

Chen Xian rubbed his nose and said, "Wanyan Liang." ”

"King Jin Hailing is full of faces, this person is cruel and arrogant, lewd and evil, and has killed countless people." The middle-aged man sighed when he said this: "It is because of this poem he wrote that brought a monstrous disaster to the people of the Southern Song Dynasty." ”

"What if you don't have this poem?" Chen Xian shrugged his shoulders, lifted his clothes and sat down on the stone steps, and said casually: "In the end, Meng Yuan invaded on a large scale, could it be that it didn't bring disaster to the people?" ”

"Oh?" Seeing that Chen Xian didn't seem to agree with his opinion, the middle-aged man sat next to Chen Xian with a thick eyebrow and asked, "Xiaoyou has a different opinion?" ”

In just a few days since Chen Xian came to this world, in addition to the prison cell, where is the opportunity to talk to others, seeing that this person is quite pleasing to the eye at this moment, he grinned and opened the chatterbox: "There is no high opinion, there is still a little bit of low opinion." ”

The middle-aged man also smiled, waved his hand, and didn't speak, just looked at Chen Xian with interest.

"The invasion of nomads, fishermen and hunters is too big to say for three days and three nights." Chen Xian stretched his sore leg forward, rubbed his calf with both hands, and said, "I will express my views from the three aspects of time, place, and people. ”

"Oh?" The middle-aged man raised his hand to stroke his beard and muttered: "Living without a fixed place is for swimming, raising livestock is for herding, and the word nomad fits." ”

"Whenever there is a major drought or famine, the settled farming of our generation in the Central Plains and even in the south of the Yangtze River is a social production mode that is quite resistant to negative climate; On the contrary, such as the Khitan, Xianbei and Jurchen ethnic groups, the production methods they adopt are more difficult to resist the encroachment of disasters due to the lack of material reserves in the face of disasters. has no fixed place to live, and there is no source of livelihood, so he naturally has the motivation to go south. This is the time of day. ”

"The mode of production ......" The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, then bowed his head to show that he understood, and then looked up at Chen Xian and said: "Since this day is a disaster, what about the location?" ”

"Geographical ......" Chen Xian peeked at the middle-aged man next to him, and said secretly in his heart: This person is very clever, and he uses some modern words, but he doesn't even ask, which is a little surprising.

"Geographical advantage is the ...... of the system" Chen Xian said this, and felt that it was inappropriate to talk too deeply, so he waved his hand and changed his words: "Settled farming needs to be fixed in place, and nomads take the four seas as their home, which is like two people fighting each other, one is confined to a foot of land under him, and the other is free to move." If you are the one who can move, you will naturally be able to be flexible and maneuver, and you will strike at the right time. ”

In fact, he wanted to talk about the shortcomings of the feudal dynasty, which firmly limited people to a fixed line. Like this Ming Dynasty, there are dozens of types of households, artisan households, soldiers' households, stove households, etc., this kind of household registration system restricts people's thinking and space, just like painting the ground for themselves, losing the geographical advantage.

The middle-aged man thought about it, and vaguely felt in his heart that Chen Xian had something to say, as if he meant something else, but he didn't want to delve into it, so he chuckled and was about to speak, when he heard footsteps behind him, and then a crisp female voice called over and complained: "Daddy, tell you to go slower, but you don't wait for others!" ”

The middle-aged man smiled apologetically at Chen Xian, then turned sideways and said aloud to the woman behind him: "Xiao'er, if it weren't for Daddy's flying steps, I'm afraid this little friend would have turned around and left a long time ago, how can he hear it now?" ”

Chen Xian looked back and saw a pair of women in their teens walking down the stairs.

She has a light green collared short jacket on her upper body, light-colored satin trousers on her lower body, and her curved eyes reveal some Zhong Lingjun, and the whole person feels fresh and elegant at a glance, as if she is a lotus flower rising from the silt in the pool.

At this moment, the woman named Xiao'er blushed, panted lightly and walked in front of the two, her shining eyes swept past Chen Xian, and then she chuckled and complained to her father: "Daddy is not afraid that a few gangsters will come out of this mountain and take his daughter captive?" ”

"Haha!" The middle-aged man smiled abruptly: "There is only one mountain road up and down this Ziyang Mountain, where can I hide the villains?" ”

After that, he waved his hand to signal the woman to sit down, and introduced to Chen Xian: "This is the little girl Zixiao, who is used to being pampered on weekdays, but today it is for the little friend to laugh." ”

"Hmph." Zixiao pouted slightly, but still sat beside the middle-aged man obediently.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Chen Xianman waved his hand absently, then cleared his throat and continued: "Speaking of people, I want to talk about this heart of pleasure, the heart of pleasure is common to everyone, just like human nature. ”

"For example, Wan Yanliang, who wrote 'The First Peak of Wushan Mountain', wrote this poem because he was in the Jin Country, but he envied the rich life in the south of the Yangtze River."

In fact, not only Wan Yanliang was like this, but there were tens of millions of people in high positions in that era, who coveted the long-standing but prosperous Southern Song Dynasty. In the same way, the same is true of the Mengyuan Dynasty, and the earlier Xiongnu and Turks all went south because of this. ”

These two people really deserve to be father and daughter, after listening to Chen Xian's words, they held their cheeks with one hand in unison at this moment, and pondered.

"But why was Meng Yuan so powerful, but he was driven out of the Central Plains in less than a hundred years? The Confucian Sima Wenzheng once said that it is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift. ”

"When the Mongols invaded the Central Plains, they wanted something in their hearts, and they were peaceful. And after they settled the world, they were content with pleasure, and when they were reckless and wanton exploiting, they were already lost and doomed to extinction. ”

After Chen Xian finished speaking, he saw that the father and daughter were still stunned with their cheeks on their backs, so they stood up, patted the floating ash on their clothes, and said with a wave of his hand: "There are still some things to do, so take a step forward to say goodbye." ”

The middle-aged man was still frowning and thinking, but at this moment, when he saw that Chen Xian was leaving, he hurriedly stood up and said solemnly: "When I heard Xiaoyou's words today, I suddenly felt enlightened. Then he pondered for a moment and shook his head: "The old man's surname is Yan Mingjian, dare to ask Xiaoyouzun's surname?" ”

"Chen Xian, words do." Chen Xian looked back.

Yan Jian took two steps forward, looked Chen Xian up and down, and said earnestly: "The three-point analysis of the line is simple to understand, which really makes the old man's cottage open. I don't know if the little friend has leisure, the old man and his family prepare a little thin wine, you and I will go to the cold house to talk? ”

Chen Xian smiled bitterly, shook his head and excused himself: "Mr. Yan, I'm really sorry. Because I recently made a bet with someone, I was really busy, and I really had no time, so I won't bother. ”

"Bet?" Yan Jian was stunned, opened his mouth and asked, "I don't know what the gambling is?" Can you easily inform one or two? ”

Chen Xian scratched his head, and scratched his head a little embarrassed: "Haha, it's just a bet that I will use three months to conjure up two thousand taels of silver." ”