When Yuan Heng watched Jiang Xinghuo blow the ink stains on the letter paper and hand it to him after it was dry, Yuan Heng actually nervously wiped his palm on the linen before taking it.

Yuan Hui took this fluttering letter, but always felt that it was heavier than Mount Tai.

Because Yuan Heng knows very well that if the things Jiang Xinghuo talked about before will only change the people and the country, then it has not touched the most important part of the power of this era - Confucianism.

Or rather, science.

And this letter, which is written today, is completely different.

What is mentioned in this letter completely negates something that is the foundation of the edifice of science, that is, the spirituality of man.

If the foundations are crooked and empty, the whole edifice may collapse.

This will inevitably lead to a frantic counterattack by the defenders of science.

And what's even more terrifying is that if it were other ordinary literati, they might still be afraid of this group of defenders.

Dao Yan, the black-clothed prime minister who is scolded as a "demon monk" by the defenders every day, is not afraid!

Once this letter falls into the hands of Dao Yan, it is unknown what kind of ideological impact it will bring to the entire Ming Dynasty.

After all, people like Dao Yan don't live for fame or wealth, but to prove the value of their lives.

The rebellion has proven its ability, so in the last period of his life, what could make Dao Yan feel that he can realize the value of his life than launching an ideological "rebellion"?

When a person who has a small part of the supreme power of the empire in his hands, who is not afraid of being scolded when his reputation is stinky, and who is not afraid of death when he is over the age of six, really wants to do something, then he will definitely be able to turn the ideological world of the Ming Dynasty upside down.

The wind rises at the end of Qingping.

The ideological change of the Ming Dynasty has been inexorably happening since Jiang Xinghuo wrote the first word of this letter.

Not to mention that Yuan Heng's mind has turned around a thousand times, Jiang Xinghuo, who had just finished writing this unexpected letter, also met an unexpected person under the notice of the jailer.

When he saw this person, Jiang Xinghuo admitted that he really didn't expect it.

A dusty peasant girl, carrying winter bamboo shoots and mountain goods from Jingting Mountain, appeared in front of him.

When he entered the duty room, the stiff smile on his thin face that complimented the jailer had not completely dissipated, and his hair showed a slightly malnourished yellowish color in the sunlight and floating dust.

"Jiang Xuan? How did you get here? ”

"I thought you had."

The two of them spoke at the same time, and then they were silent at the same time.

"Let's talk first."

"Let's talk about it first."

Jiang Xinghuo simply covered his left hand between his nose and lips and rubbed it, signaling the other party to speak first.

"The donkey cart that came out of Jingting Mountain, and then took the carriage to Wuhu, and then went ashore at Nanjing Wharf down the east of the river, and came to look for you." The girl's words were concise, and she was obviously thinking clearly.

Jiang Xinghuo nodded, Jingting Mountain to Nanjing, the land journey is three hundred and sixty miles, and it is not a peaceful age at the moment, it is not easy for a half-old girl to not be abducted on the road.

"Why are you looking for me? When I sold the property, you and your aunt's part, I have left you two shops in the town, and you can rent them out to eat and drink. ”

Jiang Xuan lowered her head and replied, "It's not those. My mother's legs are not dexterous, and no one in the clan wants to come."

Jiang Xinghuo was stunned almost instantly.

- This is the man who came to collect his body.

When a person dies, he has to return to his roots.

But who is he Jiang Xinghuo in the clan? Contradicting the old clan, corrupting the family property, and being a prodigal son in Qinglou, how can anyone be willing to walk hundreds of miles to collect his body in Nanjing City?

For a while, Jiang Xinghuo was a little sour and irritable.

[Damn, traversers are the most taboo to produce bonds]

As long as he is detached from the absolutely rational state of lecturing, Jiang Xinghuo is no different from a normal person most of the time.

As Jiang Xinghuo just wrote in the letter, every living and realistic person must be a person living in society.

Jiang Xinghuo's body is neither Monkey King nor Moffett, it didn't jump out of the stone at all, he also has his own innate interpersonal relationships and social networks.

Otherwise, why was he arrested and imprisoned and punished the Ten Clans?

It's not because his unlucky teacher is Fang Xiaoru's registered disciple.

At the beginning, I thought that Fang Xiaoru was a great Confucian, and licked his face to make up a master-apprentice position, but now it's okay, and his head has moved.

As a senior traverser, Jiang Xinghuo knows very well how much trouble various feelings, such as family, love, and friendship, will bring to the traverser.

When the traveler leaves this world, nothing can be taken with them.

And all emotions are destined to become regrets and unsettled.

Since Jiang Xinghuo's ultimate goal is to return to modern society for immortality and reunite with his real parents, he should not have deep emotions during the time travel, otherwise this obsession will become weaker and weaker over time.

[Damn!! 】

Jiang Xinghuo suddenly covered his head.

Countless images flashed back to my mind like a movie.

In the end, it was frozen in two pictures.

"Toot ~"

The ship's whistle sounded.

Seagulls fly freely in the blue sky and white clouds, and they sometimes swoop to the surface to catch schools of fish; Sometimes it rises into the air and hovers high in the sky.

At this moment, it is the time when the sun is shining.

In the waiting hall, people in black suits and gray tunics gathered in groups of threes and twos, chatting enthusiastically. They are either drinking tea, playing cards, or talking about the latest international news.

"Did you hear that? This year's U.S. federal presidential election is coming early! A man excitedly said.

"Then you still have to say it! This kind of thing is known all over the world. The other replied disdainfully with a staff of civility.

"Haha."

In the midst of the conversation, there was a tall and slender man with a clear face sitting by the window at this table, who had been drinking coffee and not saying anything.

The man looked at the gold watch on his wrist, and the minute hand had passed the appointed time, showing a somewhat anxious look.

He took a sip of his coffee, then put down his cup and stood up.

"Sorry, guys, but there's something to attend to at the moment." He said a polite word to his surroundings and prepared to turn and leave.

"Oops. Wait a minute. The others hurriedly stopped him.

"What's wrong?" The man stopped.

"Is that the one you're waiting for?"

A sharp-eyed man pointed out the door.

Following the direction the man was pointing, everyone saw a woman in a red dress walking in from outside, her face was exquisite, her skin was white and delicate, and it was as clear as mutton fat jade. The long black and beautiful hair is casually scattered, bringing out a delicate temperament.

"It's beautiful."

Everyone couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

As soon as the woman in red walked in the door, she saw a familiar handsome face, she was slightly stunned for a moment, and then a smile curled up at the corner of her mouth: "Mr. Jiang, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

"Well, it's been a long time." Jiang Xinghuo smiled and nodded.

He hurried up to meet him, narrowed his eyes and asked in a low voice.

"Why are you here?"

The woman in red smiled, held his hand and said generously, "Don't worry, it's a long way, it's normal to delay for a while." ”

After moving away from the crowd slightly, Jiang Xinghuo took out a ferry ticket from the pocket of his inner vest in his suit.

"Hurry up, the nearest ** person. The investigation is very strict. Jiang Xinghuo said in a low voice.

"So what do you do? Won't it be exposed? ”

The woman in red asked with a frown.

"The things produced in the factory, whether it is chemicals or machinery, are very important to the current **, and after transferring some of them to **, I naturally have a way to get out of the boat first, don't let the ** people find you." Jiang Xinghuo stuffed the ticket into her palm, and then turned around and hurried away.

But suddenly, he was tightly grabbed by the arm of the woman in red.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Xinghuo turned around and asked.

The woman in red bit her lip, and suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips.

The warm and sweet touch spread throughout the limbs of the two.

Jiang Xinghuo's whole body was stunned as if he had been shocked, his head was buzzing, he looked at the woman in his arms with wide eyes and was speechless for a long time.

"The time I spent with you on a mission was the happiest time of my life." The woman in red bit his ear and whispered.

The woman in red stepped back a little distance, put the bag on her lower abdomen with both hands, and said with a smile.

"Mr. Jiang, goodbye then."

When Jiang Xinghuo said goodbye to her, it was in the newspaper.

"**Female** has been executed by the big **Empire** today."

Jiang Xinghuo put down the newspaper, took out a cigarette case and picked up a cigarette in the factory that was empty compared to the past.

Then from the inner lining of the suit's close-fitting vest, he carefully took out a photo and looked at it.

In the distance, soldiers in yellow uniforms were driving towards him on sidecars.

Jiang Xinghuo knew that he had been exposed.

Exposure means that what awaits him today must be death.

Jiang Xinghuo put away the photo, and finally checked the explosives produced by the factory and planted them with his own hands, he rubbed the match and lit the long lead hidden in the hidden place, and used the unextinguished spark to light the cigarette in his mouth.

The door of the factory was kicked open.

Dozens of soldiers swarmed in, rifles pointed at him.

"Jiang Sang, Wei Junjie, the food washer"

"Fuck you."

After the gunshots.

Explosions and fires erupted into the sky, burning everything out of the way.

"Cousin, are you okay?"

When Jiang Xuan stepped forward and tried to help Jiang Xinghuo, who was holding his head in extreme pain, he found that he suddenly raised his head.

A hot and hot teardrop fell from his eyes, hit the ground, and shattered into countless petals.

After another half a while, Jiang Xinghuo was relieved from his memories.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that eternal life seemed to be quite painful.

"Let's go on."

Seeing that Jiang Xinghuo was in a very low mood, Jiang Xuan asked softly, "So what's going on today?" ”

"I've made a meritorious service in prison." Jiang Xinghuo was also a little helpless, "The sentence has been changed for thirty years, and you will be released from prison next year after the amnesty of the Yuan Dynasty." ”

"Really?" Jiang Xuan was a little incredulous, "Great! ”

Jiang Xuan was immediately ecstatic, she originally thought that what she was waiting for was her cousin's headless corpse, but she didn't expect that the situation that was exhausted would have an unexpected turnaround.

Although his meritorious service was a bit strange, listening to the blessings of his relatives in this world, Jiang Xinghuo still felt warm warmth in his heart.

Merely......

Jiang Xinghuo suddenly remembered something, and his eyes became a lot darker: "Auntie, it's very difficult to live in the clan, right?" ”

"Fortunately, they are all concubines, and they will always help each other."

Jiang Xuan's words were a little hurried, and she immediately opened the topic: "Will you go home next year?" ”

"Not back."

Jiang Xinghuo was silent for a moment and said, "I can't go home for the time being, I suddenly want to do something, such as establishing a new science, opening a sect and so on." ”

When this idea was spoken, Jiang Xinghuo himself was stunned.

When did this idea come about?

Is it in the lectures day after day, that you always feel that you should leave something to the world?

Or is it the phrase "Mr. Jiang" that the bearded man often puts on his lips reminds him of the past in his memory?

[Mr. Jiang, you should go to teach and educate people. 】

[Teaching and educating people can't save the country, and someone has to do things for the best. 】

[Mr. Jiang, is it okay to be industrial? 】

[The material that is actually created is always somewhat useful when I think about it. 】

Thinking about it now, Jiang Xinghuo began to reflect a little.

Just like the Westernization Movement, in fact, for a big feudal empire, what utensils you give him, such as flintlock pistols, artillery, fertilizers, steam engines, etc., are not as big as imagined.

Fundamentally speaking, if we do not launch an ideological revolution to transform the thinking of the ruling class from the root and overthrow the increasingly rigid and conservative science of science, then in the end, it will still be the old road of "I am the Qing Dynasty".

The utensils of the time are advanced, and there is no supporting and synchronous advanced thinking, and there is no use for eggs.

At this time, Jiang Xuan was also shocked by Jiang Xinghuo's words.

"Huh? What do you say? ”

Jiang Xuan was stunned for a moment, and looked at Jiang Xinghuo blankly.

Founding a sect?

Is he crazy?!

What level of knowledge does my cousin, Jiang Xuan still has heard a little.

At the age of twenty, he attained the great consummation of his childhood.

Commonly known as

——Half-step show talent.

This level is naturally regarded as a young talent of the Jiang family in Jingting Mountain, but in Nanjing and even in Daming

How unreliable is the statement of opening a sect and establishing a sect!

"I decided." Jiang Xinghuo said with a firm gaze: "You don't have to persuade me, I still have some money saved here, you take it, hire a carriage from a regular car dealer to go home." ”

After that, Jiang Xinghuo took out a small cloth bag and handed the money he got from his lecture to Jiang Xuan.

His aunt was very good to him, even though his parents in this world had died, she still took good care of him, but he betrayed this kindness by selling his ancestral property, and he was not at ease.

Not to mention......

If he continues to stay in this world and writes articles that anger the gentry class, sooner or later he will be stinky and killed!

Although this is one of Jiang Xinghuo's hidden intentions.

But he would rather die early than cross early, rather than burden his aunts and aunts.

As for other things, at least he did his best and had a clear conscience.

"Cousin......"

Jiang Xuan wanted to speak and stopped, but looking at Jiang Xinghuo's determined gaze, she couldn't say anything after all.

"Go back and live your life."

Dropping these words, Jiang Xinghuo turned around and walked towards the prison, his back looking extremely lonely and gloomy.

Jiang Xuan stood silently in place, looking at his departing back, his eyes were slightly red, and crystal tears slid down his cheeks.

She didn't expect that Jiang Xinghuo would really decide not to go home after being released from prison.

This news was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue, and it hit the girl's not strong heart.

Jiang Xuan always felt that her cousin might have something unspeakable.

However, she couldn't stop Jiang Xinghuo, so she could only pray secretly, hoping that her cousin could tide over the difficulties and stand up again.

"Even if he is released from prison, does Jiang Lang really not plan to go home?"

Seeing Jiang Xinghuo come out of the duty room, Li Jinglong asked curiously.

"Not intended." Jiang Xinghuo shook his head.

"Why?"

Faced with his question, Jiang Xinghuo was silent for a moment.

Why?

In the end, Jiang Xinghuo still said his answer.

"In the past, I thought that teaching and educating people could not change the world, and doing some real things and creating some real materials might change the world."

"Now your mind has changed?"

"My thoughts haven't changed, I still think that teaching and educating people can't change the world, but maybe there is something that can change the world." Jiang Xinghuo said lightly.

"What's the matter?"

Li Jinglong doesn't seem to have gotten rid of the role of lecturing and asking.

"Since you can't die for a while, maybe it's God's destined arrangement."

"To live is to do something meaningful."

"I want to try to do something meaningful now, pick up the pen, use my words as a weapon, to criticize, to transform the world, the transformation is not material, but the thought is inherent in the human head, I think only by changing the mind, it is possible to do something else."

Jiang Xinghuo said in a calm tone: "It's not that I'm whimsical, but it's true that this kind of thing has really existed in my cognition." ”

Just as there was the Enlightenment in the West, there was the New Culture Movement in the East.

Ideological revolution will always be the driving force guiding people to move forward.

When Jiang Xinghuo crossed over, although he had not seen this vigorous movement happen with his own eyes, he did experience the difference of which era.

Only when we have ideals and beliefs in our hearts can we become a reality when we think it is impossible to become a reality.

This is not an idealist argument, nor is it a subjective determination of objectivity. It's not like that.

But as Jiang Xinghuo said yesterday, people are living people, and he is also an individual who exists, so since he is a human being, he cannot put aside his own subjective initiative.

And now Jiang Xinghuo has a little bit of subjective initiative.

For example, in the ideological circle of the Ming Dynasty, a new path was opened?

Of course, Zhou Shuren said that there is no road in the world, and when there are more people walking, it becomes a road.

But there has to be the first person to go, to open the way, right?

(End of chapter)