Wang Changmu took out ten taels of silver from his arms and handed it to the shopkeeper.

He stood up and said, "Thank you."

After saying this, he took Wang Youzhen out of the teahouse.

Wang Youzhen left the teahouse with his father, and was stunned when he walked towards the mule cart.

I have been preparing for so long and busy for so long, so what is going on?

I have been preparing for the preparation for so long and I have been sitting in the teahouse for less than a cup of tea. Is this matter still such an important thing over such hasty ended?

Wang Changmu sat back on the mule cart, looked at his eldest son Wang Youzhen, who was stunned there, and roughly guessed what he thought.

Wang Changmu didn't say anything in detail. He hoped that the eldest son could understand some things himself.

If this were in the Hongwu period, if you wanted to become a grain chief, you would have to operate for at least one or two years.

Not necessarily able to become a member of the game.

In this current year, corrupt officials are rampant.

Everything depends on the money. As long as you have enough money, buying official positions and titles is like doing business.

If the buyer gives the money, the seller will naturally give the goods to the buyer as soon as possible.

The eldest son Wang Youzhen felt so sloppy because it was not the goods such as spindles and cotton, but the grain chiefs who were in charge of the lives and deaths of the people in the three villages.

The father and son did not stop in the county town, and slept directly in the mule cart and rushed back overnight.

Wang Changmu was not affected at all and slept well in the car.

Wang Youzhen didn't fall asleep that night, and kept thinking about the scene in the teahouse.

When it was dawn, a light red glow appeared in the distant sky.

Wang Youzhen looked at the morning glow in the distance and figured out the tricks here.

At this time, Wang Changmu also woke up, looked at his eldest son who had not slept all night and smiled gently, "Did you think it through?"

Wang Youzhen said with a little dysfunctional question: "Father, my son was next to me when the Mao Zedong Society was established that day."

Wang Changmu nodded: "I know for my father."

Wang Youzhen continued: "Father, the child has a deeper understanding of why those uncles shed tears after seeing Taizu's thoughts."

"A small county government is so rampant in buying and selling official positions. It doesn't care about the character of the grain leader at all. Will the more than a thousand ordinary people in the three villages be tortured to death by the grain leader?"

"They only care about their own money bags and how much profit this selling official positions can bring to them."

Without saying anything else, Wang Changmu Wang Youzhen and his son sighed tacitly.

A small grain chief has decided the life and death of more than a thousand ordinary people.

If this were replaced by a county magistrate or even a prefect, it would have to do with the life and death of 100,000 people, even hundreds of thousands or millions of people.

If these magistrates, magistrates, and magistrates are all bought with money, and these officials who have no talent and no character have to do the first thing they have to do is to regain the money they throw out.

How can I get it back?

It’s all that is to plunder people’s wealth and cream.

Wang Youzhen suddenly said seriously: "Father, we must accelerate the spread of Taizu's thoughts next."

"We cannot let the people continue to be so confused and willingly exploit these corrupt officials."

Wang Changmu agreed with the eldest son's suggestion very much.

The gentle expression on his face became a little serious: "Yes, for my father, I will be enlightened by the people of the three villages with a few classmates next."

"No matter whether it is successful in the end, as long as the seeds of Taizu's thought can be sown and take root and sprout on the land of the Ming Dynasty."

"Even if you, my father and son die tomorrow under the sword of the officers and soldiers, it is worth it."

Wang Changmu's words were very unlucky, but they expressed Wang Youzhen's thoughts.

The most important thing about the industrial revolution is not the transformation of industrial technology, but the transformation of the hearts of the people.

Only by making the people no longer foolish and live truly like a person, rather than a human-shaped beast under the rule of bureaucrats and gentry.

This is the real industrial revolution.

Wang Youzhen focused his head, and then showed a smile: "The child hasn't slept all night and is really sleepy."

"Although it's day now, I'll definitely be able to sleep well."

After saying this, Wang Youzhen lay in a mule cart and went to bed.

Not long after lying down, I made a sound of sleeping snoring.

Wang Changmu gently covered his eldest son Wang Youzhen with a green quilt, looked at his sleeping face, and said solemnly in his heart.

Child, don't worry.

No matter what you do, your father will always support you unconditionally and always be the strongest backing around you.

Wang Changmu looked at the sleeping face of his eldest son Wang Youzhen and glanced at Wang Erlong who was driving a car outside.

Somehow, I couldn't help but hum a rural children's song.

I don't know how long it took to hum this children's song.

Back then, when Wang Youzhen was still in his cradle, he, as a father, felt no shame and often hummed children's songs for his children.
Chapter completed!