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However, before the meeting ended, Jian Chen suddenly walked to the front desk, and the people who had already stood up were stunned.

Standing with Chen Jian were Hongyu and his sister Yu Qian'er, and everyone felt a little weird, and they had an ominous premonition for a while.

"It stands to reason that I shouldn't be standing here at this time. This time, I'm going to break the rules we've set. ”

"I'm old, I'm nearly sixty years old, my teeth are loose, and I don't have a lot of fun eating. It's time to hand over everything in Xia Kingdom to the younger ones. ”

Rumble......

The following suddenly became chaotic, as early as twenty years ago, Chen Jian had already focused on promoting a few capable people, and now the most capable ones, who have fought battles, made meritorious contributions, made county orders, and county guards have become Shangshu Zuo Servant Step by step, and have entered the decision-making circle of Xia Kingdom.

Everyone knows that this is the next king, and they all know that their current king will grow old one day, but they didn't expect it to be said by Jian Chen himself.

Chen Jian relied on the previous thirty years of family to come up with a strange system and left many strange official names.

It may fail, but it is enough to leave a seed that lets people know that the world does not need an emperor. If it doesn't work, then it will perish, the Xia Kingdom will fall, and there will always be a large country such as Qi and Wei that can complete unification, use the same language, and have the same culture.

The power of the Xia Kingdom is centralized, but it is also mutually restrictive.

The Decree is the chairman of the National People's Congress and the supreme magistrate, who monitors whether the decree complies with the agreed "Great Statutes", and if it does not, it can be dismissed.

The "Great Regulations" are considered to be constitutional, and Chen Jian thought as much as possible of the various situations that may arise in two hundred years, which are very cumbersome, or can maintain stability for decades, and then the rest of the situation is not something he can know.

The three provinces are mutually restrictive, but the king has the right to nominate the Shangshu Order and the Zhongshu Order, which are voted by the National People's Assembly, but when Chen Jian was there, he just took a formality, and he only nominated one, and it was this person who was elected or not.

Although Wang has the right to nominate the Shangshu Decree and the Zhongshu Order, the qualifications for nomination are strictly stipulated, which are clearly written in the regulations. There are strict regulations on academic qualifications, assessments, and whether to start as a local official, and the requirements must be the highest officials of the six ministries or the rest of the departments to be qualified.

The king, or the decision-making circles of the three provinces, basically have the right to make arbitrary decisions, as long as they do not violate the laws and regulations, as long as they are not ordered to vigorously oppose it, or even do not hesitate to convene a temporary national assembly to oppose it.

Shang Shu Zuo servant, basically even if he is the next successor, since Chen Jian, Wang is left after serving for 20 years, if he does not leave when the term of office is reached, it will be regarded as a betrayal of Huaxia, and everyone in the world can ask for it.

Jian Chen also knew very well that in fact, in a maximum of thirty years, this strange system would become a small circle of various big families, and it would be up to these people of the Xia Kingdom to choose by themselves.

If every emperor is a Qin Emperor Han Wu, it must be better than this set of strange things, but most of the emperors feel that they are Qin Huang Han Wu, in fact, if you look closely, you find that you are at the level of Sima Zhen.

Besides, the Xia Kingdom is a part of the ethnic group, and the ethnic group is not all Xia Kingdom, if this ethnic group is really not suitable for standing, then it is enough to be a hereditary king and beat everyone to their knees.

Success or failure, careerist or not, at least leaves the race with another alternative, a possible non-imperial option.

As for the threat of nomads...... Chen Jian felt that in a few decades, the nomads would only be able to squat on the grassland and burn cow dung, and no amount of martial arts or blood would be as good as lead bullets, cannons, and bayonets to guard against the threat of nomads.

Listening to the buzz below, Jian Chen pressed his hand to silence everyone, and said with a wry smile: "Our Xia Kingdom can be regarded as the only one." I handed over the Xia Kingdom to you, I hope you really understand the difference between public and private weapons, and also understand the stories I told you. ”

"When the bird grows up, it always tries to fly. I don't care how you fly, do what you want. ”

He wanted to say a few more words, but after thinking about it, he felt that there was really nothing to say, handed over the Wang Yin, took one last look at these familiar people, smiled, and floated away without any nostalgia.

A car that said goodbye to everyone in Hwaseong and never looked back.

The three people in the car were all old, and they were no longer young, with gray hair and wrinkled faces.

After the car left Hwaseong, the faces of the three people showed smiles.

"Where is this going?"

"I said back then, go to the sea and see the sun at the beach."

Redfish sighed, thinking that this was a promise made many years ago. Yu Qian'er on the side also thought that when Xia City was just established, she had asked her brother what was on that side of the mountain, and now she finally had the opportunity to see the legendary sea.

After a long time, Hongyu suddenly asked: "A long time ago, you said that maybe one day you may be the enemy of the world, and maybe even if you can't fight them at that time, you will stab me and Yu Qian'er to compromise with them." I've been waiting for the years, thinking you're going to do it, but eventually we're going to see the sea. ”

Jian Chen smiled, turned his palm into the back of his hand, wanted to explain something, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't even say a word, just looked at the scenery outside, but said: "It's cold, it's a beautiful autumn." ”

The people in the car stopped talking, I don't know who cried, and choked up: "I've not been happy in my life......"

After a long time, on a hill on the coast of the East China Sea, Jian Chen sent away the two closest people in the world.

Two handfuls of loess, nothing else.

Chen Jian sat in the middle of two piles of loess, crying for the first time in his life.

I was tired of crying, lying between the loess, looking at the clouds in the sky, and I felt only loneliness.

In this life, he is not happy, there are few people who can say what is in his heart, and few people know what he really wants, and there is not even a living person who can really face, because he stands too high, so high that there are neither his classmates nor his comrades.

And now that everything is coming to an end, thinking that in hundreds of years he will no longer be alone, at least the same person who can be called a friend who thinks the same thing as him, but he doesn't know how to forget these two closest people in this life.

A real loner, that's it. If he travels to the era of Wu Mu's resistance to Jin, he will be enthusiastic and fight on the battlefield with his contemporaries who also dream; Even if he travels to the fourteen years of humiliation, he will not lack the enthusiasm to fight against it, and there will be no shortage of thousands of people who pursue the same as him.

But what about this life? How many people around you can talk about everything you want? Without the accumulation of time, many things simply cannot exist, and many ideals are nonsense, and this kind of loneliness is the most tragic and terrible ......

Yun, who had been watching the ground for a long time, remembered everything in this life, stood up with great difficulty with a wooden staff, picked up a shovel on the side, and dug a pit for himself.

The pit of loess......

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PS: The first life was finally written, it was very uncomfortable to write, many words could not be used, the clansmen spoke in a figurative way, and many things had to be made from scratch little by little.

And it's very lonely, the protagonist is a god in this life, not a person, so there are no friends and no enemies, and even those battles are boring: iron, copper, and gunpowder hang a group of people who don't have the art of war, and the headache of writing, and later it can only be brushed aside, otherwise if gunpowder copper and iron are so difficult to use a group of copper and stone, then what else will develop?

There are no heroes, no nationalism to earn passion, and no humanity that we now think of as humanity.

There is no one to talk to, there are no like-minded people, and living like this I think it's the limit for the protagonist to be able to hold on to it without collapsing. What is the difference between sleeping with a lot of women and communicating about the clan era and sleeping with an inflatable doll?

Being a god is lonely, so the protagonist doesn't be a god, and he smashes the god to a pulp.

In the next life, everyone will be alone, at least not lonely, at least there will be dialogue, at least there will be disputes and love.

Human beings are social animals. Human nature is constantly changing with the times, so even if you become a person who has everything, if you throw it in a place where there is no ideological identity at all, it must be painful.

The protagonist doesn't agree with a lot of things, but he is forced to go through it again, he was just an ordinary person with a bit of ideals before he crossed over, so he was very radical and idealistic at first, and even thought about utopia, but in the end he ruined it all with his own hands and smashed it to pieces.

Because he grew up, from the beginning of his ambition to be a god, to the discovery that he was only a part of history, to the thought of killing all the germs of corruption and hereditary inheritance, and finally left quietly without a word, because it was impossible.

Even if he knew that what he had finally made up was a false aristocratic republic, but he had made it for nominal equality, it might be the last ray of idealism, and it might or may not have been destroyed soon.

Perhaps, he was afraid that when there was no external force to fight against feudalism, blood would flow like a river, and his own people would kill his own people without blinking.