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One by one, the boats transporting the victims along the river quietly sailed through Fuzhou, completed the handover at a secret port along the coast, and carried the sturdy and children across the strait in boats of various sizes.

On the other side of the strait, preparations had been made in all respects, and the number of people was strictly controlled, leaving a margin of three or five thousand men in case those who crossed the sea alone.

Nearly 20,000 people are crammed into the north of Taiwan, and there is more land in the south, but it cannot be controlled for the time being, and these victims who have crossed the sea have nothing but strength and a life.

Chen Jian is very clear that if you want to get cheap labor and control these people, the best way is to sign the four-year paperwork to ensure that these people get a "legal" piece of land, and get support such as loans and farm tools.

If there were 1,000 cadres in the organization at this time, they could have safely immediately occupied the fertile land in Taiwan's coastal areas, but they did not, and they could only temporarily train a group here in three or five years, and at the same time rely on domestic help.

Many people arrive every day in the pre-planned resettlement area, and some of the first to arrive here help maintain order and distribute rations of food every day. It is meaningless to be on the list of Anmin, and few of the victims can read and write, so they can only rely on people's mouths to publicize.

As one of the earliest "political" immigrants, Lin Zigui was assigned the simplest task of helping to convey some of the written documents through his mouth.

He also thought about doing something more important, but seeing the chaos of more than 20,000 people being sent to the shore in batches, he really understood what it means to write a thousand words, but there is really no plan in his chest.

In addition to writing a few lines of poetry to express this kind of scene that made more than 10,000 people die at once, he found that he could not even compare to some of the accountants in those fleets, according to his understanding, Mr. Bookkeeper.

Before the arrival of these victims, he had approached Jian Chen, hoping that he could also help. This is the feeling, and it is also the most important thing after reading the book of the sages, thinking about the people of the world and the affairs of the world.

Jian Chen has a good impression of Lin Zigui, maybe his talent is not very high, but at least he is the first regular scholar to come here, although he belongs to the heresy of science.

So some conversations took place, and after the conversation, Lin Zigui hung his head.

"Do you know how to farm?"

"I don't know."

"Will you count the daily consumption of the victims?"

"No, it won't."

"Do you know how to prevent a disease or how it spreads?"

"I don't understand."

"Will you sail the boat to Fujian to pick up the victims?"

"I can't."

"Can you organize a thousand people to cross the sea without chaos, and walk a hundred miles from the disaster area in peace?"

"No."

"Do you dare to guarantee that the resettlement of the victims will prevent clans, fellow villagers and foreigners from fighting with other clans and foreigners in the future?"

"Don't dare."

asked and answered, the more he asked, the more ugly Lin Zigui's face became, and in the end, Chen Jian smiled: "So you know how to read and write, and you are also very smart, and you are making the best use of it, so naturally there are things that you are suitable for, but not now." ”

"Does this mean that it is useless to be a scholar?"

Jian Chen laughed and said, "Could it be that you think that you don't need to read and study the things I said?" What is that not a scholar? ”

Lin Zigui sighed, and could only accept the things arranged by Jian Chen that seemed unimportant to him, and he had relatives, but he was helpless.

However, he was not too disappointed, but gladly accepted the gap. He is a traitor to science, and the books he reads in Yuegang are basically dangerous in thought**, although the person who wrote the book is not good to die, but after all, it still makes a few Confucian students believe that the master is just a person, there is nothing that is not easy to do, and there are things to learn from all kinds of work.

Seeing that these victims who were sent ashore were quickly resettled, and soon there was no more of the chaotic mood when he first landed on the shore, Lin Zigui understood that he had learned a lot of things before, and he could only cultivate his self-cultivation, and he was really powerless to deal with this kind of thing.

If these behaviors are not in line with the master's words, Lin Zigui feels that it is really nonsense. He felt that if the master was resurrected, he would probably not be able to die, but the master did not seem to know how to farm, and regarded the people who cultivated the harvest as villains, so he might not necessarily guide these people to plant and cultivate.

With the deepening of his understanding of this place, Lin Zigui finally instructed the group of people on the boat to also have friends, and this form of friends was something he had never seen before.

Naturally, he had read the theory of the Friends Party and heard people talk about the Friends Party, but he had never seen a group of friends with a purpose, a program, a plan, and an organization.

The difference between the party and the friends is here, and Lin Zigui is right. It was the word party that first came to it, and then there was the act of applying the concept of political party to the word party, and the Donglin Party and the Qichu Zhejiang Party were not parties, but only friends.

After gradually getting acquainted with it and gradually learning some languages, hearing the names of this group of people and friends, I inevitably thought of the transnational paramilitary organization that once became a fiefdom country in the pre-Qin period, and the ink people who had no king and no father.

It's just that after all, it's still different, and many things are somewhat similar, but they are not the same or even opposite.

The former relies on ghosts, and the latter relies on people from all over the world.

After hearing about some things in the distant republic, Lin Zigui thought that they had thirty-six counties, but in fact there were thirty-eight counties, but the thirty-seventh and thirty-eighth counties had only people and no specific locations and lands. Together, these people can burst out with a force that is even more powerful than a county. The former has ideas, ideals, and a program to change the world; The latter has money, there are people, and there is a fleet that in the future can even compete with the country's navy.

The former is a partisan, the latter is a company. The former is righteousness, the latter is profit, but they can both have such powerful power, but Lin Zigui can't figure out what the righteousness he is pursuing.

When he heard that there was more than one friend party there, Lin Zigui thought again, if these friends all have a program, wouldn't it be a hundred schools of thought? Each school of thought has its own way, is this way the basis of the program?

And what is the Taoism of the world today? Or is Taoism already like this, so it is inseparable from the world, because this is no longer the era of a hundred schools of thought, so the death of Taoism is the death of the world? Ethnicity is a concept closely related to history, and history is immutable, as long as the Taoist system dies, the world dies; And the Taoist system does not change the individual to be the emperor, but only changes the dynasty?

When one day a group of friends similar to this group of people also appear in this world, I am afraid that it will not be far from the death of the world. Just like listening to those people who said about the reform of the Hongyi Dao system, I am afraid that the world of Hongyi has died, and the new Dao system is no longer the previous one, so what is it if it is not the world that is dead?

Even if the clothes are still the clothes of the right side, even if they are still wearing the hair and hair, if there is no courtesy, no dignity and order, and no family and country isomorphism, I am afraid that the world will still be lost, because this system has changed.

Lin Zigui had never been so frightened, and he was a little overwhelmed by fear. Of course, he likes some of the atmosphere here, likes the atmosphere and pursuit of equality between people in the party, and likes the women in the party who do things by themselves, but all this is going to die in the world.

He thought that the rule of Europa and the world were dead at the time of the Reformation, of which they spoke; The so-called republic and the world will die sooner or later according to this trend; Now it seems that the most promising countries are the Muslim countries.

With such fear, after finishing the resettlement of the victims, he found Jian Chen again.

But instead of asking directly about his own fears, he asked about something else. Asking too many questions, gradually reveals some confusion and incomprehension, as well as the anger and heresy of science and the pursuit of freedom that are characteristic of some young people.

Chen Jian heard a lot of such words, and lent him a few books and a booklet that had been summarized in Fujian and Wangbei City for more than a year.

That booklet was an investigation report near Quanzhou, nothing special, just telling the truth and adding some "summaries" learned by Chen Jian from later generations.

It is nothing more than the grain yield per mu, the collection of taxes, the amount of land rent, the avoidance of public taxes by meritorious contributions, the arbitrary collection and extortion of tax supervisors, smuggling, the enclosure of land by large households and the occupation of the sea, the involution of clans and the fighting of weapons, and the oppression of small families of the same clan by clans.

are all very common things, but after summarizing them with methods and analyzing them with interests, these problems made Lin Zigui feel a cold sweat.

After reading it, Lin Zigui didn't sleep for several days, and carefully put away these things. Jian Chen dared to give it to him because he was a heretic; And Lin Zigui also knew that once these things were circulated, something would happen, and I was afraid that the victims would rather starve to death than be allowed to go ashore again.

When he returned these books, he wanted to ask Chen Jian what these questions explained and what to do, but Chen Jian took the lead in asking: "You say, what should I do?" ”

The simplest three words, but Lin Zigui felt that these three words had never been so heavy.

"yes, what to do?"

Repeating these three words in a muttered manner, he suddenly asked with some self-deprecation, "Is this something I should be thinking about?" I am not the prime minister, nor the first assistant, nor have I ever eaten the king's fortune. This is a major event in the world, how can I be qualified to think about it as a small sesame mung bean-like character? ”

"Manly husband, don't be such a little daughter, self-pity and self-deprecation, yin and yang weirdness seems to be full of grievances. Figure out, what to do if you want to know or not, don't make a decision now. Think about it. Now that you've figured it out, tell me. What to do is one thing. Wondering what to do and not wanting to know what to do, that's another matter. ”