"Yes!"

Jiang Yi did not hesitate to say: "This exam, regardless of the door, regardless of expensive, regardless of men and women, as long as it is a Chinese student, you can use his own efforts to show his skills."

"It is different from the recommendation system and supporting scholarship in the Spring Banner period. It breaks the situation of scholars and nobles. Children can pass the university in the near future and obtain diplomas in colleges and universities."

"And this diploma is that they can go to each of the stalls that can better change their destiny. They can engage in some high -tech industries, or they can enter the public."

"Maybe it is still difficult to find a job, or it will still be frustrated, but what they have learned will become the wealth of a lifetime, and it will always shine at the moment of life in life."

The picture of a college is seen. Mozi looked at the extremely good environment, and the very wide campus, the joy of the heart was like floods.

"Don't distinguish the door, don't be distinguished?"

"Okay ... Okay!"

He raised his head and approached the mirror of time and space with longing.

He thought, as if he was young, he approached a little, and felt these more clearly!

Jiang Yi waved only his hands, and the mirror of time and space quickly expanded. The picture in front of him suddenly swept the waves. After the ripples in the live broadcast room, the two were surrounded quickly.

"Dad, I'm going to school."

A girl co -authored a book and said at her father wearing a shabby clothes and stepping on green cloth shoes.

The frown was like a water wave that had been fiddled with a drama, and the layers of rippling were on the forehead. The peasant father frowned his deep black eyebrows and sent his daughter into the examination room.

Until his daughter's body, he completely disappeared into his eyes, his heart began to jump up and down again, tears were covered with slightly blood -filled eyes.

For poor country children, the national examination is the best way for them to change their destiny.

The era of picking up money has passed. Even in that era, countless people were tragic, but no one would propagate their misery, let alone now?

The peasant father understands this more. His grandfather's generations are farmers, facing the loess to the sky.

This is a respectable device that is worthy of respect. Without them, there are no good food that most people can eat.

But because of this, he knows that there is not enough food in this society to have enough food, and he has to have money and status.

He can't let his daughter follow himself to plant fields, right?

He turned around, sat on the road tooth near the school gate, raised his hand to win a bit of straw hat, and made himself a slight wind.

Looking at the simple cheeks in Mozi, Mozi couldn't help but stir up the corner of his mouth, and his throat made a "good, good" admiration.

The children of ordinary people can also be an official ...

The children of ordinary people can turn over!

Mozi smiled, his eyes were blood red.

He looked at Jiang Yi, and his emotions surged, which made him frowned and asked: "The place and rules of their exams will be different because of the gap between the door and the rich and the poor?"

"Or, do you deliberately make the noble children fraudulent?"

Speaking of this, Mozi's mind has gone up a series of uneven things he has seen.

He faces Jiang Yi, and his words are long -term:

"I have seen that the nobles' children killed ordinary people, and the government opened one eye and closed one eye.

"On the other hand, ordinary people just accidentally sinned the nobles, and were oppressed and retaliated by all kinds of suppression, or even killed."

"The people who were already cared for were regarded as fish meat by the nobles. No matter what the Confucianism used to promote it, they would only use the benefits to them."

"Not to mention the deterioration Confucianism!"

Mozi sighed, and never dared to believe that later generations could be so fair between civilians and nobles.

"Yes, that is, because of the attitude of the ruler, it also led to the later serving the Confucianism for the monarch, which abandoned the original intention of the Confucianism."

Think about how angry the Confucius was before you knew how much he was solved.

Confucianism is good, but the Confucian family has deteriorated.

Jiang Yi said, thinking.

Unfortunately, many modern people are scolding Moho, saying that everything that the Mo family does does not meet the interests of the ruler, and it is completely false air and unknown time.

Can you think about it? What is Mozi in?

Even if Confucius is alive, many of his thoughts are not treated, which shows that there are many things in Confucianism that do not comply with the interests of the rulers and nobles.

But later, why did the ruler start to like it?

Because the Confucian people began to deteriorate, they became more and more abandoned, and they became the tools of the rulers!

Most of the ruler just want to change the law to maintain their own rule, maximize the interests of themselves as the ruling class, and see the people like lambs and fish.

At this time, is it useful to persuade those nobles and monarchs who have already been habitually slaughtered and have tasted countless sweets?

When the people were dark, a Moh family appeared, and did not follow the waves, with the original intention, and took the people as the first place. Even if it was just a flash, even if it did not meet the interests of the rulers, many people had to be Zhouquan.

Those who scolded it did not understand what kind of will the will, and became the heroes of the king and defeated. They did not know that they were always being the people for us.

This also seems to be extremely modern, following the trend of 10,000 people with the waves, and it is often disdainful.

Facing Mozi's questions, Jiang Yi no longer say more.

The picture in front of him suddenly changed, and he and Mozi appeared in the ongoing national test room.

"Ancestor, look-"

In the national examination room, the daughter of the peasant father just was sitting in the first place.

Mozi looked around, and the light in the eyes became brighter.

"Isn't that the parents who just opened the four rounds of things?"

He looked at the second boy sitting in the middle, then looked at the sight to the left, and recognized the one he had seen in the crowd again:

"I remember, I remember the child's father wearing a gold bracelet in his hand, he should be a rich child!"

"They, they are in the same trial venue as that girl!"

Mozi stepped forward, approached the little girl, and watched her with a trial paper. I wrote the answer.

Looking at the dense draft, seeing the girl's eyes always stared at the paper, writing hard, and no intention of cheating, he sincerely raised the corner of his mouth.

The warmth of warmth was rushing into his heart. He didn't need to ask, he knew how difficult it was for a farmer to cultivate a child.

It was the back of the sun exposure under the scorching sun, the sweat flowing in the louries, the strength of picking up the hoe to the ground, and the row of rows of seedlings and sowing.

No matter what happens, they will strive for their children to eat a bite of love.

In the era of post -life, children cultivated by the people can actually appear on such a trial field that changes destiny ...

Thinking of this, the tears in his eyes couldn't stop covering his eyes.
Chapter completed!