The road back is not long, and the loss and reluctance are in conflict with the inner expectation and belief all the time, making time pass extremely slowly. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This high priesthood incident was not only an increase in status and power for Chen Jian, but also the burst of many doubts that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.

From the smooth sailing of the clan era to the small consciousness of today, the huge gap makes him a little shaken and reflective.

Ask yourself several times, is the reason why you are supporting yourself to go on like this? Or is it the self-aggrandizement caused by the ease of the clan era, and the preconscious self-consciousness of seeing himself as a god who can control everything?

If it is the former, because of faith, it should be smiling all the time with the progress of the race, and there will be no such loss.

Chen Jian never felt that he was a saint, he was just practicing his beliefs, just a normal ordinary person with some micro-ideals.

It's not that big.

There is no difference between being a high-profile leader who can be practiced, and when the era of the future is unnoticed, it can be practiced by an ordinary person who works with his hands.

Because there is no difference, it should not be lost. Because of the loss, I began to reflect.

The frowning brows wordlessly said the bitterness in Chen Jian's heart, but there was no one to confide in, so he had to bury it deep in his heart.

The clansmen who followed Jian Chen back were very strange, they didn't understand why the leader was sullen after winning such a big victory, and they didn't understand why the leader who was giggling every day before going to Sucheng frowned.

Until one morning, when the sun had just risen, and everyone was busy preparing for the next day's itinerary, they suddenly heard a long howl from the riverbank outside the camp.

At first, it was as clear as an eagle's falcon, then it turned into a river of water, and finally turned into an epiphany of ecstasy.

The clansmen heard that it was Chen Jian's voice, thought that something was wrong, and hurried over, and were pleasantly surprised to find that the leader who had always smiled in the past had returned, his tightly knit brows had already spread, and he even had the mind to hold a stone and make a series of ripples on the quiet shore.

The tribesmen didn't know what was going on by the river, only that the long howl seemed to call out the bitterness that the leader had been suffering for the past few days, and that was enough for thousands of people to celebrate peace of mind.

The water of the great river, which is reluctant to live day and night, knows what is happening by the river, because the river can leave a reflection, but it does not know what is in the young man's mind in the reflection.

If there really was a river, it would remember that early that morning a young man came to the river, frowning, and staring blankly at the rising sun. I will remember that day there were some clouds in the east, and they seemed to be very heavy, as if trying to hold back the red sun, dragging it from rising and falling into the eternal night.

The entanglement between the morning sun and Caixia, the competition between light and eternal night, ushered in that long roar. Like a snare drum cheering, like a spear intersecting. The whistling sound became more and more high-pitched, like a Xuanyan piercing the clouds that had penetrated into the sky, and at the moment when the whistle was about to stop, the golden light instantly sprinkled all over the earth and rivers from east to west. The faces in the water, dyed bright by the morning sun, also widened their brows with the long roar.

As for why he frowned and why he stretched, the river did not know, only he knew.

He was very happy and wanted someone to share his joy with him, but looking at the people who were hurrying over, he finally smiled and said only one word, "Let's go, let's go back", and then hit a few floats on the surface of the river with a stone.

Perhaps there was no one to share the joy with at this time, so he kept it as a secret and stayed with the stone in the river.

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Earlier than the long howl in the early morning, Jian Chen came to the river early, just wanting to walk around alone.

At that time, there were still a few people by the river, who were using the bamboo knots brought back from Dongyi to draw water, and Chen Jian stared at the bamboo in the hands of those people, and the annoyance in his heart was even greater.

When he was in Dongyi, he saw bamboo, so he thought about building another workshop, a simple workshop that could affect the entire ethnic group.

Papermaking workshops.

This is a workshop that can be prepared very early, and the hydraulic hammer can easily mash grass and hemp chips, and the lime corrosive gum material is also sufficient, so such a large area of Onozawa can be used for rinsing.

The only thing lacking is the bamboo strips used to get pulp, although other things can be replaced, but it is not convenient to use and the service life is not long.

The emergence of writing makes papermaking very meaningful, can make words and paper become the carrier of the wisdom and civilization of the clan, can break the knowledge monopoly of the aristocratic bloodline, and let more people have access to words, etc.

The benefits are so numerous that they need to be overstated.

But at that time, Chen Jian was in the midst of depression in his thoughts, so he thought a little too much, but became more irritable. When people are upset, it is easy to see only the dark side, and the sense of insignificance and powerlessness brought about by the high priest incident has made this dark side infinitely expanded.

When he saw Bamboo and thought that his own group was about to make paper, Jian Chen suddenly felt a little depressed that he was actually destroying a possible culture by making paper so early.

Once the paper appears, I am afraid that there will be no more countless chapters of subtle words.

The wooden tablets are troublesome to write, and they can only express the most meanings with the least number of words possible, and the simplicity and subtlety are the characteristics of the wooden tablets era, which are the most popular articles of the previous ethnic groups and the source of the culture that has influenced the millennium.

As soon as paper appeared, some books such as miscellaneous notes of what they saw and heard immediately moved in the direction of the vernacular, which is not something that anyone can control.

With the emergence and spread of iron, Chen Jian estimated that in a maximum of 400 years, a fierce ideological storm would come, and the geniuses at that time would think about what to do in the face of change and conservatism, and in the face of new social models, and would resort to words for their Tao and art, and a hundred flowers would bloom.

Perhaps, Chen Jian was afraid, afraid that the next time he was reborn, maybe the next time he saw the Tao Te Ching Analects Zhuangzi Mozi would be a thick book, a book that expounded philosophy in the form of a vernacular......

The mind may still be there, but there is a lot of beauty missing.

Although the pre-Qin prose was written on wooden tablets, it was simple and free and rich in thought, and there was no ornate rhetoric line by line, which was easier to read and resonate with people than some later articles, because there was something called thought in it.

Thoughts will still bloom, but there will no longer be the beauty of words that fills people's mouths.

Whether it is good or bad, Chen Jian himself is not clear, and it is difficult to decide.

Or, he himself doesn't understand that a vernacular Tao Te Ching with still shining thoughts is still a Tao Te Ching?

In his mind, he saw this world as a substitute and spiritual sustenance for the races of his previous lives.

Therefore, there is always a knot in my heart that has not been untied.

And this knot is the tradition of the previous life, and it is something that is very important to highlight the characteristics of the group in order to distinguish it from the rest of the group.

Science is materialistic and all human, while tradition is national.

Because of this, the thing of tradition and ethnicity used to make it difficult for Jian Chen to sort out, and after experiencing the fermentation of thinking about the High Priest incident, it was even more serious, because Jian Chen felt that some things were uncontrollable.

For example, when paper appeared too early, the literati would inevitably come up with prose and ornate rhetoric in order to distinguish themselves from the lower classes, because the popularity of paper made it no longer enough to read a book - just as in the European courts, where French was not spoken in the first language.

So the pre-Qin prose of the subtle and informal form is traditional culture?

Or is the writing gorgeous and glamorous, like an empty vase, so that Emperor Wen of Sui was forced to issue an edict begging readers not to write such gorgeous and empty articles, and the literary style of the Six Dynasties is a traditional culture?

Or is it traditional culture that there are four ways to write fennel in fennel beans, melancholy turtles and the like?

Goujian, the king of Yue, was the first to set up a comfort station for soldiers, and in the previous life, Mazu still had a military paradise, but there was no military paradise on the other side of the strait, is this destroying traditional culture?

From the lewd duet to the foot-binding female virtue to the liberation of the surname of the market in the late Ming Dynasty, from the sword to the edge of the world to the good man who doesn't know the grains and is not a soldier, which one is? Or both?

What the hell is this thing? Who defines it?

What will the race look like in the end? Is your choice right or wrong? Is there a contradiction between one's own ideals and what the ethnic group wants? Do you destroy more or gain more?

This is a doubt that has existed since the crossing and regarded the clan as the sustenance of the previous life, until this time after the battle with Dongyi, after the thoughts about the high priest in Aiso, it burst out by the river.

Before, he could not think, because he felt that he could control a lot.

Now he can't help but think, because he feels that under the tide of history, he will become smaller and smaller until he is submerged.

Science belongs to everyone, it is universal, and this makes no difference between races, the sun is hot in every race, so he can do a lot to make the race go faster.

But culture belongs to a separate ethnic group, which is the final result of continuous development in the history of the ethnic group, and everyone is the creator of the culture and everyone is changed by the culture itself, which is beyond the control of one person, and in this it will only become smaller and smaller until it is submerged.

Culture is material, but it is not a mechanical reaction, so no one can control it.

Jian Chen suddenly realized that his depression and hesitation actually stemmed from the contradiction in his heart, and it was just one thing at all.

Is it to take the simplest path called science, so that the rest of the culture, religion, and customs will go with the flow until they become unrecognizable in the end?

Or do you try your best to guide this race to the sustenance of a past life? Let culture, religion, and customs draw closer to the bond of your dreams?

All kinds of thoughts that have been hidden in his heart since the crossing burst out on the bank of the river, at the moment when the morning sun is about to come out, when the waves are crashing on the shore and the colorful glow is sinking, accompanied by the struggle of the eastern sun burst out in an instant.

Days of contemplation made him suddenly wake up at this moment, and let out a long howl.

Caixia wants to cage the sun, but doesn't the sun still come out? And the clouds were stained with the rays of the sun.

Jian Chen suddenly understood that a person could not create a race, but could only become a part of the race, and the reason why he had such doubts before was just the self-absorption and self-expansion of personal ability after being amplified by the environment under the clan era.

Jian Chen suddenly understood that everything he had done before was just the product of his lack of firmness after his inner struggle, and it was only at this moment that he really accepted the people of this world and regarded them as the same as himself, real and self-thinking people.

It was not until this moment that he really regarded them as human beings, rather than the clay he reconciled and kneaded, and truly understood the original intention of the people to create history, and only then did he integrate into the world and accept the world, and the people of this world truly became the people in his mind.

A long time ago, when he heard the cheers of the people on the headland in front of the first iron, and when he saw the vast wheat fields that had been cultivated by oxen instead of slash-and-burn, he had a clear foundation in his heart.

A vibrant race is like the sea, purifying itself of all that is dirty, ugly, and outdated.

Even if it is dirty for a while, it will eventually be as blue as jade.

Since it is not foolish to believe that the people will make the most advantageous choice, what is there to worry about?

The past is the tradition of the present, and the present will be the tradition of the future, which will change at any time.

The sun of the past came out of the east, and the sun of the present also comes out of the east, and the sun of the future will still come out of the east and will never change.