Before leaving Beijing, Chen Guanlou went to the mountain villa to see his apprentice Zhang Yikang. Two years later, the little guy has grown a lot taller. At a young age, his eyes are firm, as if there is a flame burning in his heart at any time. He always likes to have a stern face, and is mature at a young age. Only when he sees his master Chen Guanlou will he show a rare smile. Chen Guanlou was still dressed as a 70-year-old man. "Master, I have to leave Beijing for a few days. The next two classes are cancelled." "Master, can you take me with you? I also want to go out and broaden my horizons. Master, don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble. I will follow your instructions in everything." "No!" Chen Guanlou refused sternly. "I have something important to do when I leave Beijing this time. I will give you a homework. If you become a local overlord one day, and the brothers who followed you to conquer the world break the law, and it is an unforgivable felony, how will you deal with your brothers? Kill them and punish their entire clan, or imprison them, or other methods of treatment? Think about it carefully, write down your method of treatment and reasons, and I will check it when you come back." Zhang Yikang became serious as soon as he heard the homework, "Master, are you talking about how the emperor will deal with Jin Wang Yi'an? I heard that the King of Jin is dead, and it was the emperor who did it, right? " "Yes! If it were you, how would you deal with it?" Zhang Yikang said with a serious face: "But the King of Jin is different. He is just the brother of the emperor, a half-brother. The master's question is about brothers who fought together to conquer the world." Chen Guanlou raised his eyebrows slightly and asked: "So in your mind, which brother is more important? You want to rebel, and in the future you will have many brothers around you. These brothers will share the joys and sorrows with you, and may even save your life and save you from the water and fire. Excuse me, they have committed a crime and touched your reverse scale, and the whole world is watching, wanting to see whether you say one thing and do another or say one thing and do another, what will you do?"
Zhang Yikang frowned and was very distressed. Chen Guanlou patted his shoulder and rubbed his head, "Read more of the history books in the study. There are many similar events in it. You can make a summary by comparing the history books, and write an article about the results, the impact on the society at that time, and the impact on future generations. I want to read it when I come back." In a blink of an eye, Zhang Yikang had another homework. The workload was huge. But he never complained about the homework, but he hated that he was young and had learned too little. He was shallow and knowledgeable, and worried that the article he wrote would not satisfy his master. But he still nodded seriously, "Master, don't worry, I will seriously refer to the history books of all dynasties and summarize their experience and lessons." I hope so! The experience and lessons that mankind has learned from history is that we never learn from historical experience and lessons! Today's homework summarizes the experience and lessons. When he is older and faces the same problem, will the experience and lessons prevail, or will the personal subjective will prevail? Chen Guanlou never has too high expectations for anyone. What he thought was that if Zhang Yikang could learn something from it, this class and these two homeworks would not be in vain. It doesn't matter if he can't learn anything, he is still young and will change sooner or later. Whether he becomes good or bad depends on his own luck. After explaining everything and having a meal together, Chen Guanlou set off to the northwest overnight. He is the king under the master! All the way was smooth. He arrived at the central army camp in the middle of the night, found Pingjiang Hou, and sent his luggage. Pingjiang Hou looked a little older, with bloodshot eyes. "You have come so far, sit down and have a cup of tea with me." Chen Guanlou sat down at the bottom, picked up the teapot, drank by himself, and did not forget to refill the other's cup. "Are you worried about the court insisting on calling you back to the capital?" "Do you think I should be worried about this?" "That depends on what you want. If it's fame and fortune, then go back! It doesn't matter if you don't fight this war. Although there is a suspicion of abandoning it halfway, at least you won't have to worry about your own wealth. If you want ambition, I'm afraid now is not a good time."
"Oh? You don't think it's a good idea?" Pingjiang Hou raised his eyebrows slightly. Chen Guanlou said casually: "The war between the north and the south has lasted for several years, and the court has not collapsed. It seems that it can support another 10 or 20 years. Although the tax increase this time has caused the people to complain. But to be honest, it has not touched the bottom line of the people's tolerance, and the people still have potential to tap." The implication is that the people can continue to be squeezed for a few more waves. The people's tolerance is very strong, and they will not rebel unless they are desperate. Even many people have reached the point of being penniless and desperate, and they will not think of rebelling. They will only think that they have a miserable life and God is blind, and they will be reborn in a good way in the next life. They will not think about who caused them to fall to this point. Is it a natural disaster, the landlords, or the government, the court, the system... They will accept their fate and wait for death! Before they die, they don't even have the courage or idea to pick up a kitchen knife and chop the evil people who bully them. They are used to being weak, used to being submissive, used to being a good citizen, used to dying, and reborn in a good way in the next life. Blood? It has always been a quality that only a few people can possess. It is also this group of minorities that can lead the people to rebel and form a herd effect. In the final analysis, the time has not yet come. The great work has not yet shown the atmosphere of the end of the dynasty. But reforms can be made! The emperor was killed! From the beginning to the end, Chen Guanlou believed that the emperor was redundant and it was best to be a decoration. It was annoying and redundant to point fingers. The old master leaned on his crutches and smiled casually, "This marquis is the one with the hearts of the nobles. If this marquis easily surrenders the military power, wouldn't it be cowardly!" "What the old master said is right. It is indeed a bit difficult to take into account the emperor's face and show military strength." "From what you said, do you have a way to solve it?" Pingjiang Hou just asked casually. He didn't expect the other young man to give useful suggestions. Chen Guanlou didn't think seriously, but he was good at thinking, and said casually, "Ready-made reasons! King Cheng is so close, let King Cheng rebel, all problems will be solved." Wow! He is really good at thinking. Pingjiang Hou was obviously stunned by his suggestion, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, "You mean to force the rebellion to become a king?" "There are too many vassal kings in the world, all of them are just sitting there doing nothing and wasting food. It's not too much to kill a few of them and think of it as reducing the burden on the people." Pingjiang Hou suddenly laughed out loud, laughing so happily that he waved his hands repeatedly, "Not too much, not too much at all! The vassal kings occupy the local wealth and exploit the local people, like a group of locusts, endlessly, generation after generation. It's indeed a bit redundant!"