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Autumn rain.

It's not as impatient as a summer rainstorm, and it's not as moist as a spring rain.

Cold.

Seven or eight people sat in a spacious square, and because of the autumn rain, there was no one around.

The square is supported by several pine poles with ropes tied to them.

If there is wind, it will swing around, like wind chimes. But there was only autumn rain, so it hung low, and the noose on it was also pulled into an oval.

"Jian Chen, those comrades of ours were hanged here. At that time, Er Feng's body was too heavy, and the rope was broken. ”

We're talking about us, not us.

The man who spoke raised a glass of wine, mixed with the autumn rain, and poured it on the ground.

The drinker had just been released from prison for promoting radical things and for having evidence of involvement in an assassination and inciting the poor to resist unreasonable taxes.

Unless you are incognito, you will never be able to set foot on this land as a real countryman, and you can only be exiled to the Great Wilderness City.

After pouring the wine, he poured another glass from the flask and handed it to Jian Chen.

"Is it reasonable?"

Suddenly asked Chen Jian, Chen Jian was silent for a long time and said, "Unreasonable." ”

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"That's what you say, isn't the timing right?"

Jian Chen silently drank this glass of wine, wiped the rain in front of him, hesitated for a long time, and sighed.

"The timing is never right. It's like when it was proposed that newspapers print heavy taxes. The problem is that timing doesn't come out of nowhere, it takes a long time to prepare. Newspapers can ferment and catalyze the birth of opportunities, but what if people don't let them? I was wrong at the time, and it was not the right time to say a light word...... I'm sorry. Really, I shouldn't have said that in the first place. ”

"Why can I say this? It's because of their deaths that they can say this. ”

"Autumn is harvest time. Summer harvest is not the right time. However, the seeds need to be planted in the spring, weeded and cultivated in the summer, and the harvest is meaningful in the autumn. Otherwise, autumn will always be just autumn, and it will never be the autumn of harvest. Land rights, franchises, chaebols, rights...... These unreasonable things have to be told by everyone. If you don't tell it, it's never the time because you never understand, and if you do, it's still not the time because it's illegal. ”

He exhaled, got up and bowed to the lonely gallows, and asked the man next to him, "Follow me out to sea." ”

"At the beginning, you persuaded Hu Lin not to build a paradise, but now you have run out. It's all out to sea, what to do here? There are more than 30 million Chinese people, 7 million who do not have enough land to earn a living, and they live by working as hired laborers or signing long-term jobs, can you get these 7 million people out? Even if you get it, will people agree? Who's going to do the work? Indeed, there is still a stutter, maybe after you get your sweet potatoes, it won't be a problem to starve to death, but is this reasonable? ”

The man looked at Jian Chen and sneered: "And the group of people who sat on the left side as allies when you sat in the row, and now they use the same set you said to advocate the reform of relief for the poor: requiring the men and women of the relief to be separated and not to live together. Why is it being remedied? Because the invisible hand proves that there are many of these people, it is a humane and merciful choice not to live and not have children. Yes, how merciful, but thankfully they didn't kill these superfluous people with nooses or bayonets. ”

Jian Chen smiled bitterly: "I was sitting in the middle, and we are all here." Just because I help them come up with something they approve of doesn't mean I approve of it. This road cannot be bypassed, there will always be such and such people who will put it forward, and then stage it in different places in different forms. Aren't you the same? What does the world look like for you? Like an army, the idea of distributing everything equally, this idea of absolute equality is itself wrong and cannot be realized now. ”

Hu Lin, who had been silent on the sidelines, asked, "Isn't what you are pursuing justice and equality?" Yes, as you said, these are utopian and to be criticized, but at least they point to one direction. It's just that you're pointing that in the future. ”

Thinking of the violent quarrel two years ago, Jian Chen stopped the topic in time.

"Don't talk about that. The cooperative movement in southern Fujian is the responsibility of your faction, have you been to the spinning mill in Nan'an? What do you want to say? ”

Hu Lin shook his head with a wry smile and said, "What can you say?" Those small spinning cooperatives can't afford to buy one even if they accumulate for another ten years. But those who can afford it only need three or five years, and those individual little yarn workers will not be able to survive. Some people in the cooperative have already begun to agitate to smash the Nan'an Machinery Factory, Qiao Tiexin's younger brother, and the brothers quarreled again. ”

"And what are you going to do?"

"To be honest, I don't know. Jian Chen, have you ever seen the expressions of those little yarn workers after the establishment of the cooperative? Have you ever heard their laughter? Have you ever seen the longing for happiness in families with their own spinning wheels because of the lack of guilds and contractors and the rising price of yarn? That's living people, they just want a little happiness. ”

Jian Chen asked rhetorically, "What I'm asking is what do you do?" I know these are living people, do you want to go backwards to the establishment of a great guild with good hearts? Backwards, retreat to the guild era? Just change to a good guild leader? Do you still feel the need for a king of saints? Need a Saint's Officer? Need a saint as a guild leader? ”

Hu Lin didn't know that he was stimulated by Jian Chen's words, so he punched his fist and hit Jian Chen in the face, and said angrily: "Then what should you do?" Watch this happen, and then tell these people like gods: this is your fate! This is the fate you must endure! What do you think of yourself? God? ”

"You know what? Sometimes you're cold, it's like you're not bleeding in your veins, it's mud! Autumn mud! Mud in a muddy pond! Cold no one's taste! ”

He stood up, pointed to the city shrouded in autumn rain in the distance, and said, "Jian Chen, this is the city. A person who loves life and whose blood is hot sees the autumn rain and the house. It is the hopeful or hopeless people in the city. ”

"But in your eyes, it's not a city. It was a gray painting on canvas. It's dead, cold, and emotionless! Your heart is dead! ”

"A cold-blooded dead man who can't see the beauty of life, and the person in his eyes is not a person, but a thing as cold and clothed in human skin as you are."

"Love life, love these living people, and you will want to make the world a better place. It's a living world, not a canvas for your pen! ”

"I'll admit it, you're right, everything is as you expected, but how can you say it so lightly? That's going to die! That's tens of thousands of families struggling to make a living, that's tens of thousands of children waiting to be fed! ”

"This is the living world, not your canvas!"

Jian Chen smiled and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and asked, "When you wrote Dream City, didn't you use a paintbrush to depict it on the canvas?" It's just that the canvas you want at that time was blank, a clean paradise, starting from scratch. ”

Hu Lin's clenched fist gradually loosened, and he squatted on the ground helplessly, holding his hair wet by the autumn rain with both hands, without saying a word.

In the rain curtain, Jian Chen's hand reached over, grabbed Hu Lin's hand and pulled him up, and asked, "You have no other ideas except to retreat to the era of Hou Boguo's agricultural and kind patriarchal and workshop-kind big guilds?" ”

Hu Lin thought for a moment and said, "The ideas of other factions can be used for reference. You can set up a big cooperative, you can set up a machine cooperative! ”

"Where's the money? Where does the money come from? It costs money to buy machinery, it costs money to buy raw materials, and it costs money to turn around......"

"Aren't you rich? Lend it to the spinners...... Help them. ”

"I'm sorry, as you said, I don't want to be a god to save these people. Brother Zhu, the road has come to this point, and those who sit on the right have already begun to organize the traditional party and the Chinese Youth Federation of Interests First. Although we are from the same origin, it is time for us to go our separate ways. I don't think your path can go through, so I throw money into it, it's not to help you, it's to harm you, and make you mistakenly think that it's okay. ”

Chen Jian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, patted Hu Lin's shoulder, and said, "Let me ask you, if one day some people in the Progressive League oppose those big landowners and big chaebols. The king said, "Come, I'll pay you to form a cooperative, you don't need the freedom, equality, and rights promised by the progressives, you just need a dictatorial king with supreme power, will you support it?" ”

Hu Lin hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded and said, "If this is true, you can consider it." ”

Jian Chen shook his head and said, "Then you will be like a cotton ash bag used by a woman during her period, and you will be thrown away after use." Wait, there will be a day. ”

Hu Lin smiled sadly, and said with a little bitterness: "Left, middle and right, you said that this is the three religions." Just our people in the middle are divided into nine factions, and you say that this is the ninth rate. Which of these three teachings is the right way? ”

"I don't know. Try it. ”

"A lot of people will die."

"When slash-and-burn farming was in the past, what was wrong with public ownership? After trying it, I realized that private ownership was right at that time. Why is it wrong to have slaves? After trying it, I realized that it was not right. Why is it wrong to have a hereditary Houbo? After trying it, I realized that it was not right. Some countries have tried again and again, and it took thousands of people and thousands of people to try out one road after another that does not work. Any progress is what you call cold-blooded, and it is piled up with human life. I don't want to die either, you tell me what is the way not to die? You also saw the first resolution of the new era issued by the council, and you told me how many can be changed by lip service? ”

"You just watched the thing you said before, and you didn't care about anything? You didn't mention it at all in the council. ”

"What do you want me to do? What can I mention? You asked me to ban the use of the machine? ”

"I'm not against machines! I'll tell you again, it's just that some people in the cooperative are against it, and I've been communicating with you for so many years, and I still understand this. I'm talking about those people, what to do? ”

"If I knew, wouldn't I do it? Do you really think I'm cold-blooded? ”

"Give me 200,000 silver coins."

"Can you take care of it? Can you take care of the spinners in the coastal counties, the threshers in the northern wheat-producing regions, and much more? ”

"Then you don't have to hide in the sea like you, cover your eyes and say you can't see anything! My eyes are not blind, I can't see what I can't see, can I care where I can see? ”

……

In the autumn rain, as in July two years ago, several people before the gallows quarreled again.

In the end, I was tired.

Fortunately, there was a quarrel, and there was still a little wine left in the pot.

Forgot to cover the stopper, a little more than before the quarrel.

Several people poured out the last glass of wine, drank it to each other, said cherished, looked at the gallows standing in the distance, saluted, and dispersed.

In the distance, a flower paper umbrella bloomed from the alley, and Lin Xi, who had been watching these people arguing from a distance, quietly walked to Chen Jianjian's side, and raised the umbrella to block the autumn rain.

looked at Jian Chen's swollen cheeks, but asked, "Does it hurt in your heart?" ”

Jian Chen stretched out his hand and touched the droplets of water dripping from the edge of the umbrella and sighed.

"Pack up and go to sea with me."

"Hmm."