Zhao Xing nodded, and Yan Shu next to him began to organize the liberal arts content on the spot.

"In the end, it may be a bit ruthless." Song Beiyun smiled: "Abolish all hereditary system, and this requires the older generation to leave before it can start. Otherwise, I would be a little sorry for the elderly who made great contributions, but what are their descendants? They are worthy of it?"

Next, Song Beiyun took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket and said while eating them: "Of course, the royal family has privileges. You don't have to worry about this. As long as you do well, everyone will not care about who will be the emperor until the people think you are not good enough, and then they will take off your stall."

"It's a bit scary..." Zhao Xing took a deep breath: "Is there any way?"

"Refer to the first article. Just like the people think that corrupt officials deserve to die, but there is really a corrupt official who can benefit the people. In fact, the people will plead for him. Some things are incompatible but human feelings are always there."

"By the way." Song Beiyun suddenly frowned: "You have to set a hidden rule that cannot be broken, and literati cannot govern the country."

"Song Beiyun!" Yan Shu pointed to Song Beiyun's nose and shouted: "You are a literati! You are a damn!"

"Look." Song Beiyun pointed to Yan Shu and said, "Is his reaction the same as the reaction of those in the government and the country? Because it involves fundamental interests."

Zhao Xing looked at Yan Shu with interest. Yan Shu's back felt cold when he saw him. His neck shrank and he stopped talking.

"I don't understand this one very much." Zhao Xing picked out some melon seeds from Song Beiyun's hand and put them in his mouth and bit them: "Damn... it's washed?"

"I forgot to take out the clothes to wash." Song Beiyun continued to quip: "I came here alone, and there is no woman around me to take care of it. It's good to be able to wash clothes. Do you still expect me to take out my pocket?"

"Continue talking and keep talking." Zhao Xing threw away the melon seeds and picked up the bamboo kettle and took a sip: "You are too careless."

"What do you care about this thing?" Song Beiyun stretched: "I'm not looking down on literati. After all, I'm also a literati, but really... I don't need so many people to recite poems, lyrics and sing. There are ten or eight in one field. But in the fields of industry, agriculture, and commerce, it requires a huge talent base to build. Only the superiors are born in this field will pay attention to the development of this field, and finally, they can develop the entire system slowly. The lower foundation determines the superstructure, and your three-foot foundation cannot build a ten-foot city wall. In a word, govern the world with the literati and officials, and everyone in the world wants to be a literati. How can this be done? Farming requires technology, steelmaking requires technology, and business requires technology. Don't forget the 480 temples in the Southern Dynasty, and how many towers and towers are in the mist and rain. Jiankang is still there, and the towers are not falling, so don't repeat the same mistake."

"Jiankang is gone, now it's Jinling." Zhao Xing corrected.

Song Beiyun glanced at him: "Is it fun to deceive yourself?"

And just then, Xiaoyu hurried over: "The official family, Lord Song, Lord Yan, and the East Gate Guard Pei Yongzhi have been recruited."
Chapter completed!