What Yun Ting didn't say to the Oneiroi Machine was that the Wubao system was not banned until the Song Dynasty in the Common Era when it was called to ban by Zhao Kuangyin, the unjust Taizu of the Dynasty. In the following, it was the end of the Song Dynasty, all of which fought incessantly with the northern nomads, from Liao to Western Xia to the later Meng Yuan, and even the last Song Dynasty was destroyed, the first dynasty in the history of the empire to be ruled by a foreign race, the Yuan Dynasty officially appeared. Otherwise, the five chaotic Chinese races who fed on the meat of the Han people and laughed at the two-legged sheep were not able to rule this ancient territory, and how could the Meng Yuan at the end of the Song Dynasty be able to rule?

Without the Dock Fort, the ruling class has a better grasp of the families and can minimize their threat. But in the same way, when the state fails, and the ruling class loses the ability to protect the people, then these people lose even the tools they can rely on and defend themselves. Therefore, the disappearance of the dock fort system, in fact, the real problem is the cowardice and powerlessness of these rulers, otherwise how can the real empire care about the tandem of some families? Why did the later Mengyuan, and even the last Qing Dynasty, appear?

The root cause lies in the collapse of the Dock Fort system, which has turned many people into farmers who can only farm, and has divided large and small families into weaker individuals. Originally, they were regarded as prey by other races, and after losing the only weapon in their hands that could protect their homeland, they really became crops in the rice fields, harvested at will, and cut stubble after stubble.

At that time, how could there be a country? Even if there is no home, who is still in charge of the country? It is simply ridiculous and extremely sad that a population more than ten times or dozens of times larger than that of an alien race, but is ruled by a foreign race that is far smaller than its own population base. The rulers who sit high on their buttocks, when they remove the weapons from the hands of the people, break their hearts, their backbones, their kneecaps!

When Yun Ting consulted the history of the Common Era, he found it even more ridiculous that he found some shameless so-called "imperial people", who were proud of a shameful history, were proud, and sang praises for those foreign races, and promoted the integration of "nations" in the name of promoting "national" integration. But is that something to be proud of? In an era when real imperial people are treated as inferior people, in an era when there can be no kitchen knives in a home and several households have to use them together, in that era with a pig's tail on his head, can people really feel proud?

Yun Ting didn't believe it. The current empire was not built by a group of people like that. As the saying goes, home, country, world! Everything is closely related, and the current empire does not force the people to agree with a certain category, does not make them give up a certain thing, but it has created the current empire.

"Home, country, world." In the same field, someone muttered these four words in their mouths, stopped and looked into the distance.

The sun was shining there, with distant and sparse mountains, and an endless sky. It's just that this person's eyes didn't fall on this scene, he watched, his eyes carefully distinguished, from the blue sky and white clouds in the curtain, he saw some traces of smoke and dust, it was smoke, cooking smoke.

This is a young man, with delicate eyebrows, a resolute color permeating his head, and a pair of eyes that are incomparably fascinating, even in this state of confusion, but also revealing a different kind of profundity. When people see it, they can't help but ask what kind of doubts make a handsome character like him feel confused.

He was dressed in a white robe, and as the north wind blew, it fluttered out circles of folds. It can be seen that this robe was originally white and bright, but now it is dyed with a gray and simple color, which naturally cannot give people an elegant and dusty look.

He is contemplative, he is confused, sometimes he has a smile on his face, sometimes he has a sad face, and just looking at his expression can make one can't help but confuse him with mental problems. And there is another point that seems to support this, that is, this young man with a beautiful face and picturesque eyebrows, who has no shoes on his feet, and he is barefoot on the earth, and his feet seem to be out of place with his surroundings, out of place with him. Of course, the only thing that doesn't seem incompatible is probably his expression, if you take on the role of a madman, there will naturally be no problem if you don't have shoes on your feet.

Of course, he was not a madman, as can be seen from the sheathed sword behind it, a longsword with ancient decoration and a moire pattern on its sheath. Although it looks inconspicuous, a discerning person can see that the sword has been around for a certain age, and this can be seen from the inconspicuous subtlety on the scabbard.

It was blood, and the moire, which I didn't know what color it was, had already taken on a little rusty red spot that had been deposited. Naturally, this can't be the rust brought out by the scabbard itself, the most reasonable explanation is that someone has already proved a little with blood, or with life, this sword may be valuable, amazing, but this young man is not a madman, at least he still has the ability to kill.

"Poetry and distance? What is in front of you? It's really a ridiculous idea, only that group of literary and artistic youth, a group of idle people can say such things, right? With a sneer, the young man shook his head slowly, and there was a little more disdain in his eyes.

If those people come here to poetry and distant places, they will soon be hit hard by life, maybe they will be killed, maybe all the valuable things on their bodies will be looted, even their clothes will be stripped away, and they will be left in the autumn breeze to appreciate the flavor of nature. This is the end of a man, as for a woman, I am afraid that I will be as reluctant as I am, at least the cruelty of life will be perfectly reflected here.

He didn't come all the way, and he wasn't very comfortable and comfortable, at least he was still quite noticeable, so the long sword on his back this way had already drunk the blood of several people and dozens of people. He didn't come for a distance, he had a ravine in his chest, so why did he need to see the mountains and rivers? There are mountains and rivers in the chest, and what you can see is the most ordinary scenery, and you can also see the most extraordinary scenery from the subtleties.

He came to solve his confusion for the sake of his own confusion. And part of it is to retrace the path of the sages, from their path, even if time has passed, they can vaguely recognize the traces of their own traces, and what they want to pursue. Those wills, those different thoughts, those blood that they had pulsated and panicked, were all things that he wanted to experience and acquire.

(End of chapter)

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