Mingyue of the Great Song Dynasty http://www./0_1/Chapter 34: Is the temple high (three)

"The... law of history?" Wang Mu chewed the teacher's words carefully.

"Man, all things, and even the entire world... each has its own trajectory. I always thought that I was the one who followed the way of heaven and would push that trajectory and take them in the right direction. Because..." Wang Mang picked up the wine glass again, drank it all, and his eyes flashed with infinite emotion:

"If I come to this world, it means I am a person who carries the destiny!"

"Since that's the case, why don't you continue to believe it?" Wang Mu said in a deep voice: "At least, my disciples have always believed in you."

"Because..." Wang Mang smiled desolately: "I thought that changing this era was my destiny. But I was increasingly wondering whether this era could be changed by me... The so-called destiny is the law of history. And is my role a person who follows that law or a person who fights against that law?"

"Zihe, you haven't forgotten the things and principles that I have taught you since you were young, right?"

"Disciples dare not forget it at all times." Wang Musu said.

"Look..." Wang Mang picked up several wine glasses by the table and placed them neatly in front of him. While putting down the wine glasses, he counted them in his mouth.

"Using precious metals or textiles as currency is not only difficult to carry and settle, but also inconvenient to control issuance. The perfect form of currency should be something that has no value itself but can be circulated in the market based on the credit of the country - a simple piece of paper with a mark authorized by the state and cannot be forged, which is enough."

"As long as there is private ownership, there must be annexation. Over time, the final result must be a very small number of people who control the vast majority of the land. At that time, wealth can rival a country and poverty is not established, so how can the country ensure that there is no unrest? The only solution is to nationalize all the land, and the people hold it only have the right to use it."

"Slave... has lost all personal freedom, and even his own body no longer belongs to him. But... Why is this? Different people are naturally different in nature. They are rich and poor in their families, or have beautiful and ugly appearances. But whether they are rich or poor, beautiful or ugly, at least once they are born as human beings, they should have exactly the same freedom and dignity and no difference!"

"The hoarding businessmen manipulate prices for profit...if it is just a luxury product, it's fine. But if it's a firewood, rice, oil and salt are closely related to people's livelihood, it must be controlled by the state, and within a certain range, it is allowed to float up and down, but once it exceeds the given boundary, it must be controlled."

Every time Wang Mang finished speaking, he would line up the next wine glass in front of him. But when he said this, he found that the wine glass had been used up. He sighed softly: "All these... are things I want to change but cannot change immediately."

"But, teacher, you are already doing it!" Wang Mu hurriedly said: "And, there is me!"

"I'm doing it... Yes, I'm doing it..." Wang Mang smiled self-deprecatingly: "I thought that as long as I have power, I could do everything I want to do. But I was wrong. Although I was doing all these things, although I've done it very slowly and softly, I'm still... facing setbacks again and again."

"I dare not cancel the metal currency immediately, but just gradually reduce the weight. I dare not immediately take all the land to the state, but only promote the well fields in some places. I dare not immediately declare that everyone is equal in the world, but can only ban slaves from buying and selling first. I dare not set all prices in the market, but can only purchase reserves based on the treasury, release them when the price is high, and stabilize prices..."

On Wang Mang's face, the desolate color became stronger and stronger. He poured wine for himself cup by cup: "I have always been very clear that no matter how reforms are, we should not be too radical. However, I have tried my best to slow down my speed, but I am still facing...resistance."

"And, it is not a resistance from a certain person or a force, but a resistance from the whole world!"

"I can destroy a person's body, and I can collapse a certain political force, but...when the whole world is fighting against my efforts, what should I do? Mu'er, tell me what should I do!"

Wang Mang's sparse and withered beard shook gently. When he called Wang Mu, he also changed from the name Zihe to the name Muer since childhood.

"Disciple...teacher..." Wang Mu racked his brains to say something to comfort the teacher, but he didn't know how to speak.

Because he knew very well that everything the teacher said now was right.

"In the eyes of the people of the world, everything I have done is to act against one's actions... and since I ascended the throne, the disasters that have happened everywhere in the world are all the punishments from God to me." Wang Mang laughed, but the laughter was full of desolation and sadness.

Then, his voice suddenly softened and he said softly: "Maybe...it's really...I've been getting my identity wrong all the time. I'm not a person who follows the destiny, but a person who fights against the destiny..."

"Teacher, does this matter?"

Wang Mu took a deep breath, straightened his chest, and looked at Wang Mang's old face with clear eyes: "Do you know, what do I think?"

"Tell me, Zihe." Wang Mang gently picked up the wine glass and drank it in big mouthfuls.

"I don't care about destiny, or... the so-called laws of history." Wang Mu stretched out his hand, pressed his heart, and looked deep: "Teacher, you thought you were carrying destiny, but now you are starting to doubt all this again. But what does that matter? I just want to ask you one thing - the things you taught me and the things you worked for, do you think they are right?"

"Of course it's right." Wang Mang nodded solemnly: "Whether that belongs to this era or not, they are, right."

"That's enough." Wang Mu clenched his fist in front of his chest: "As a disciple, I also believe in this. I don't believe in ghosts and gods, nor do I believe in destiny. I believe in the only one of you, Teacher. I believe that you have described for me, the great ideal country full of freedom and glory!"

"Is that right..." Wang Mang's eyes, which were already presbyopia, had a little wetness.

"Yes. I will be more determined than you and more persistent than you. I firmly believe that as long as it is the right thing, you should work hard. As for the result, there is no need to care anymore." A smile gradually appeared on Wang Mu's face: "Teacher, don't you think that even if you fail, as long as you fall on the road to hard work, it is still a worthy thing to satisfy?"

"Down on the road of hard work...?" Wang Mang repeatedly read Wang Mu's words twice and laughed:

"Yes. Mu'er, you're right."

Outside the window, the sound of horse hooves came from the distance and approaching the street.

With such heavy snow, there are still people on the road?
Chapter completed!