Chapter 1732 Destruction
Wen Rensheng noticed the medieval world.
This is where his explorers have been.
He had cut off its connection with the world of Dongshui Fragments before. Now he saw the changes here again with the help of the contact information given by the Inspectorate.
He saw a college where modern astronomy began to be taught.
In fact, it has existed before, because astronomy and divination are related.
But it is not independent.
Independent now.
"The stars do not move around the earth, but around the sun, and the earth also moves around the sun. With this explanation, it will be easier to understand the changes in the star chart throughout the year." An old man was talking in class.
“This is the heliocentric theory.”
"Teacher, what you are saying is not right with what the church says. The church says that God created all things with the earth as the center. The earth is the center of all things and the center of the starry sky." A student stood up and said.
“Oh, that’s it, maybe that’s the case.” The old man said with a smile.
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In the countryside.
A few numb old farmers were plowing the land hard, sweating like rain.
At the edge of the field is the overseer of the gentlemen, looking at them with a whip.
Whoever is slow will be whipped.
They are serfs and do not have any land of their own, not even the huts and grass they sleep in are theirs.
They just live numbly, and then one day during the hard work, they fall down. It is impossible to expect a funeral.
The body was dragged directly to the roadside and thrown away.
In the dark Middle Ages, it was not even clear how easy it was to cause plague.
The body must at least be buried. Even if it is buried in the backyard of the home, it is better than leaving it on the roadside.
At this time, a certain gentleman came over.
Beside him was a young man in robes who was advising him: "Sir Sterling, look, how can your serfs have the energy to work? You have to hire several overseers to bear their burdens. Although the serfs don’t need any money, they do too little work.”
“As a top student at Golos College, do you have any suggestions?” Sir asked.
"You can give them small pieces of land. Of course, the land is still yours. You can adopt a sharecropping system and stipulate that they can keep 10% of the food for themselves. In this case, their poor brains will soon understand There are many truths to gain," the young man in robe said patiently.
"10%? Do you still want to give them 10% of the food? Now the food they grow belongs to me." Sir Sir said with heartache.
When the young man in the robe heard this, he wanted to jump up and open this idiot's brain to see why he couldn't figure out such a simple truth?
The serfs will not think of ways to improve production tools, let alone cherish the tools, and will even try to destroy the production tools, because in this way, they can get some time to rest.
Of course they are afraid of the whip, they will not do it blatantly.
But there is absolutely no such thing as a diligent slave.
No wonder the progress from serf society to feudal peasant society was such a small step, and the monarchs had to take great pains and even use force to implement it.
It is true that the aristocratic inbreeding has not gone through Darwin's social elimination, and there are too many idiots.
“If you don’t believe it, you can try it in a village. Anyway, you have five villages.”
“But if I harvest less food, who will compensate me?” Jazz asked rhetorically.
"Our college, no, I will compensate you. This is fifteen gold coins. This is your village's annual surplus, right?" The young man in the robe took out a bag of shiny gold coins and said.
This is the money he earned by selling his brain.
"That's great. I know that those who came out of Goros Academy are all smart people." Mr. Sir was immediately overjoyed.
Rough...
Looking at the other party's cunning face, the young man in the robe was as disgusted as if he had eaten a fly.
Little did he know that he had been tricked by this smart-aleck jazz gentleman.
Not willing to take any risks, but want all the benefits. This is why the feudal nobles were eventually crushed to death by capital merchants.
The other party would never have imagined that once this was opened, the serfs who tasted the sweetness of independence would never become slaves again.
What awaits this Sir Sir is swords and guns.
Soon in a certain village, the kind-hearted Sir announced that he would give the serfs a small piece of land. From now on, they would have to cultivate their own food and shelter from this land.
The kind master will only ask for 90%, and the rest will be theirs.
What surprised the young man in the robe was that none of the serfs were happy about this.
They all begged the master for mercy, not to do this, and to maintain the previous practice.
After asking him carefully, he found out that none of these serfs understood what "ninety percent" meant. They just thought that the master would no longer take care of the food.
From now on, they will have to grow their own food.
How does this work?
Wherever they grow food, they do whatever the supervisors say.
No one can tell clearly when to sow and when to harvest...
They are used to digging trenches, plowing the land and removing weeds under the urging of supervisors and village chiefs. , to harvest.
Only then did the young man in robe understand that a qualified feudal farmer was not that simple.
It wasn’t because he opened his mouth and freed the serfs that they became farmers.
This task is difficult to do.
He had to patiently persuade, and even specially selected a few serfs who were the smartest and best at farm work and let them set an example first.
However, the overseers were very smart. They asked the serfs to work not only on their own allotments, but also on the previous land.
In short, the master’s work must be done less.
The few serfs who were best at farm work were exhausted to death.
The young men in robes were dumbfounded by their sexy tricks.
On the contrary, Mr. Jazz also praised them.
"Although several untouchables have died from exhaustion, you have good intentions and know that I will ensure that the master's food harvest cannot be reduced." Sir Sir said happily.
The young man in robe was stunned.
He silently dropped a bag of gold coins and left.
When Wen Rensheng saw this, he raised his little finger.
What a naive guy.
I simply don’t understand the truth: it is a hundred times more difficult to revolutionize the ideas in a person’s head than to chop off his head.
How did the serfs exit the stage?
It is not up to the medieval aristocrats to do their own calculations.
It relies on the new type of landlords to gain an advantage in the brutal economic and military competition, which is a physiological elimination.
If these destroyers only have this level of ability, they will not be able to overthrow the world.
However, Wen Rensheng soon saw their power.
Well, that should be the power of that "black tentacle".
Five years later, there was another batch of robed men. The previous batch failed to complete the main mission and was wiped out.
The new Destroyer is much smarter.
They no longer hope to transform those decadent nobles, but instead exchange for titles themselves, implement the feudal peasant system on their own land, use their enthusiasm to produce more food and meat, and then manufacture More armor and weapons.
With these, they began to expand everywhere.
(End of this chapter)