"If the characters become more concise, wouldn't it be much faster if there were fewer carvings?"

"If the words become more concise, will the threshold for literacy be lowered a lot?"

"If the words become more concise, won't the cost of reading a book become much smaller?"

"One person may be insignificant, but we have thousands of people in Daqing, how much influence will there be in the middle?"

Several people listened to Ziyou's questioning words and fell into deep thought.

At this time, Huang Yu suddenly stared at Ziyou and asked: "What you said has some truth, but these words are left by the ancestors, wouldn't it be disrespectful to the ancestors if they are like you?" ”

Ziyou didn't expect the other party to ask this kind of question, so he was stunned and replied:

"I have read many ancient books, manuscripts, and the words "missing arms and legs" written by me are called simplified characters, and many of them are not made up out of thin air. ”

"In fact, most of the simplified characters have a history of more than 1,000 years, and some are even older than the current characters."

"Moreover, language has never been static, and there are traces to follow in the creation, use, and improvement of writing throughout the ages, and even the most ordinary people who have transformed it, let alone those left by their ancestors? In this case, it is not even disrespectful to the ancestors. ”

"Do you want more people to have books to read?" Yun Tianming suddenly asked Ziyou.

Ziyou nodded first, then shook his head, flipped through a few pages of the book, and pointed to the words on it with his finger.

"Matter determines consciousness, and only when you have eaten enough can you think about anything else."

After Ziyou finished speaking, everyone's faces became solemn, especially Ziyou himself.

Because she knows that even in the 21st century, when the productive forces are highly developed and the use of human resources has reached an unprecedented height, the problems of poverty and hunger have not been completely solved.

Is it because the universe can't accommodate these poor human beings?

Is it because the earth is unable to support the humans born on this land?

Is it true that human beings really need so many resources to survive?

Or is it that if 20 percent of the people's resources are divided equally, there will be a great harmony?

She didn't know.

She really didn't know anything.

Ziyou can only rely on his shallow knowledge to keep thinking, and then gradually overturn his own views, and then reorganize and overturn again.

She was confused again.

She suddenly realized that it was the same as the book.

"Ma Yuan" is a product of the times.

The development of all things must go through the process of quantitative change to qualitative change and then to quantitative change.

This is a law that must be followed in the development of things.

I don't know where I got the courage to change the world? It's ridiculous.

Ziyou's expression became extremely depressed, and he clenched the notebook in his hand tightly with both hands, and the flat paper suddenly became crumpled.

In an instant, she let go of her hand again, and the whole person leaned back, and Ge You lay on the chair.

The limbs are weak, the eyes are straight, there is no life, there is no love, Ziyou thinks in his heart that this life is still the same as the previous life, let's wait for death.

Fortunately, Yun Tianming and Aunt Cui saw Ziyou's expression, as if they had hysteria, and they didn't even seem to listen to everyone's discussion of how to eat well.

Aunt Cui stretched out her hand, patted Ziyou's head, and then turned to stroking again and again, although this action seemed to be touching the husky, but it also made Ziyou feel warm comfort.

Yun Tianming took the notebook from Ziyou in front of him with his hand, and slowly smoothed the folds on it with his fingers.

"Didn't you say that the cart we brought with us had high-yielding seeds in it?" He looked at Ziyu and asked softly, as if he was afraid that he would disturb the other party.

Yun Tianming's deep voice seemed to have magical power, which gradually revived Ziyou's frustrated and frustrated mood.

"Didn't you say that the cart we brought had high-yielding seeds in it? Well? He looked at Ziyu's stunned expression and repeated what he had just said.

"That's right! That's right. ”

Ziyou suddenly realized that she had just drilled the tip of the bull's horn again, and she began to think about the meaning of her existence and the meaning of human life again.

What's the point? Isn't it true that people live to live?

Isn't it just to live according to your own wishes?

It's great to be able to do it in this direction.

Why do you think so much, Just Do It!

The son stood up from his paralyzed body.

Yun Tianming watched Ziyou return to normal, he breathed a deep sigh of relief, he didn't know why Ziyou was in front of him just now, but he made himself feel so far away from her.

His brief palpitation still lingered.

Yun Tianming stared at each other tightly.

Tentatively asked, "You said earlier that we will plant it in the spring, right?" ”

"Hmm!"

At this time, Ashin also heard the conversation between the two.

"I'm going to be with my sister too!" Ashin said loudly.

Huang Yu also relieved himself and pulled out the notebook from Yun Tianming's hand, and nodded towards Ziyou.

"Ziyou, what you said in simplified Chinese makes a lot of sense, you have to tell me about it."

"Also, what are the relations of production, and what is dialectics?"

The son thinks from the heart, and he will talk about it.

"The relations of production are ....."

A few people listened quietly to Ziyou's voice and emotion.

In the middle, I kept nodding my head, and I would interject a few words from time to time.

"What you said has some similarities with the materialization that Lao Tzu talked about...."

“....”

"Sister, I saw the place you said in the Book of Mountains and Seas...."

“.....”

"This kind of thing is still written in the book, but it's a pity that your aunt can't read...."

“.....”

"What Ziyou said is true, Brother Yun and I have met white-skinned and blue-eyed people, but I can't understand what they say..."

“.....”

"Son, by you, which book did you say it was written in? Do you remember the name? ....”

“....”

"Drink some water...."

“...”

A group of people chatted and chatted, from Tiannan to Haibei, from geography to astronomy, from war and peace, to trivialities.

No one knew that the topic was so biased,

Gradually, the son said less and less,

Huang Yu and Yun Tianming began to talk more,

Aunt Cui also told many things that everyone doesn't know,

Even the youngest Ashin has his own unique perspective.

Ziyou also learned a lot from them,

This hazy world was finally unveiled in Ziyu's eyes.

......

Many years later, facing the civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty.

Huang Yu will always recall the distant night when he chatted with Zi Youyun Tianming, Ah Xin, and Aunt Cui all night.

At that time, Daqing was still a country that needed to recuperate after the war, and each city had its own unique method of healing.

Every flesh-and-blood person in it is achieving its immortality.

All the people of Daqing, including themselves.

They are all the "cells of Daqing" that Ziyou once said.