"I dare not call you sir, Mr. Liang just call me by my name." After a pause, Fei Jingting said: "I studied at the University of Bristol."
Of course, that was almost a hundred years later.
Mr. Liang was obviously much better than the second-generation students in the salon. He immediately said: "Although Bristol was only founded ten years ago, it is still a good university in England. Not bad, not bad."
Fei Jingting extended his hand to invite us: "Everyone, please stop standing. Sit down and talk."
Yang Jinglin and Liang Qichao were just acquaintances, even a little bit dirty. When Mr. Liang moved to Jinmen, he often scolded Yang Jinglin for being a flattering and bullying person, and a typical feudal bureaucrat.
Since people don't want to see him, there is no need to rush up to him, so Yang Jinglin said: "I won't stay any longer. I just came to see Mr. Fei this time. After seeing it, I will go back. The recent situation
It’s getting more and more serious, I’m afraid something will happen.”
Mr. Liang snorted coldly: "In such a situation, if Beiyang hadn't ignored the people's will, how could the students have caused trouble?"
After saying a few words, Yang Jinglin sneered twice, nodded at Fei Jingting, and left with Bai Zhenyong.
In fact, this time Yang Jinglin came to Fei Jingting to learn from Fei Jingting again. The Paris Peace Conference refused to sign the peace treaty a few months ago, but in October, the students still had not calmed down. They walked around the streets every day
, shouting slogans, distributing leaflets, smashing shops that stocked Japanese goods, and causing a lot of trouble.
The pressure from the upper echelons of Beiyang first fell on Cao Rui, and then Cao Rui passed it on to Yang Jinglin. These days were not easy for Yang Jinglin, as he was caught in the middle, unable to please both sides.
When he heard that Fei Jingting had returned to Jinmen, Yang Jinglin immediately wanted to come and get some advice. Unfortunately, he was so busy with chores that he couldn't get around to it until today. Fei Jingting only knew the general historical trend, just like he didn't understand the situation in front of him.
The history textbook only said that students would resume classes in October, but it didn't say that they were still making noise right now.
In the current situation, it is obvious that the students are being taken advantage of by opposition politicians. The movement has gradually changed its nature and has become a battlefield where two groups of politicians compete remotely.
Fei Jingting did not want to come up with any bad ideas, but repeatedly emphasized that students participating in the movement must not be suppressed.
Yang Jinglin got a lot of benefits from several pointers. For example, not only was he now appreciated by Governor Cao, but Wu Peifu, the leader of the army under him, also gained some friendship due to Yang Jinglin's deliberate flattery.
This time, Fei Jingting repeatedly emphasized not to participate in the suppression, and Yang Jinglin naturally took it to heart. He thought about it on the way back...Cao Rui repeatedly put pressure on the students, and the quarrel among the students became more and more intense. Neither side is easy to get along with. Let's just...
Thirty-six strategies are the best!
Not far out of the small bungalow, Yang Jinglin suddenly stopped and said to Bai Zhenyong beside him: "Zhenyong, I seem to be sick."
"Ah?" Bai Zhenyong didn't react for a moment: "Director, why don't you go back and let Mr. Fei take a look at it?"
Yang Jinglin smiled and repeated it: "I mean, I'm sick."
"You...are sick...oh~" Bai Zhenyong suddenly understood and raised his thumb in a vague way: "Director, are you planning to pretend to be sick to avoid the limelight?"
Yang Jinglin said: "What do you call illness? I am just sick. Go and tell Cao Rui that I am sick and ask him to send someone to take charge of the police department first."
"Ah? No... Director, aren't you afraid that Cao Rui will take the opportunity to add sand to it?"
"Heh, let him mix it in as he pleases. I am out of sight and out of mind. Heh, I have been in charge of the Jinmen police force for more than ten years, and I want to control the police department with a little bit of sand? The man named Cao can continue to dream of his spring and autumn dream."
After that, Yang Jinglin got into the car and asked the driver to drive away. He didn't want to go back to the police station. He just went home and hid for a while.
On the other side, as soon as Yang Jinglin left, Liang Qichao frowned and said, "Jing Ting, how do you know this kind of person?"
Fei Jingting said: "This house belongs to others."
Mr. Liang's expression slowed down: "Oh, that's it. What ambitions does Jing Ting have when he returns to China after completing his studies?"
Ambition? Does attaining Taoism and becoming an immortal count?
If you can't tell the truth, you can only make nonsense: "Teach and educate people."
"Good!" Mr. Liang praised: "It seems that Jingting has also discovered the current shortcomings in the country. This time traveling to Europe, I found that since the invention of machines and the industrial revolution, the organization of livelihood has changed greatly, and a new wealthy class has emerged.
As science becomes more prosperous, there will be more factories, and society will become more stagnant. The rich are getting richer, and the poor are getting poorer. Prices are rising day by day, and life is becoming more difficult every day.
One hundred years of material evolution is several times more than what was achieved in the previous three thousand years. Not only did the people not gain happiness, but they suffered many disasters. It can be seen that Western civilization has already gone bankrupt. If you want to save the world, you must rely on the inherent civilization of the East."
Fei Jingting thought about it for a while, roughly understood what Mr. Liang meant, and immediately admired Mr. Liang. Good guy, Mr. Liang discovered the shortcomings of capitalist economic crisis after traveling in Europe for a year, and even discovered that capitalism is better than feudal society.
The exploitation of ordinary people was even heavier, and it was also discovered that industrialization was the secret that made Western civilization lead the world.
Being so transparent is much better than those masters who clamor about various doctrines.
He sincerely praised: "Mr. Liang's great advice! In essence, Western capitalism originated from the mercantile culture of maritime civilization. It placed more emphasis on social division of labor and required social participants to become its screws and then be exploited. The gains from exploitation are convenient
It's profit.
When the people were exploited, they could not afford the goods produced by the merchants, so the merchants would urge the country to open up overseas markets. For example, the United Kingdom opened up vast colonies, and even the entire South Asian subcontinent was under its colonial system.
This sucks blood from all over the world to feed those greedy businessmen."
Fei Jingting's argument is not new. Mr. Carl's works have been published in newspapers in recent months, and Mr. Liang has naturally read some. What really surprised him was that Fei Jingting called the European countries a maritime civilization.
"Marine civilization? Jingting seems to have another classification of civilization?"
"Yes, in my opinion, the civilizations in this world can be roughly divided into three categories: marine civilization, represented by the European countries; nomadic civilization, represented by the tribes in the Middle East and even the grasslands; and finally, agricultural civilization, represented by
This is our China."
Mr. Liang thought for a while and asked: "I think India should be considered a farming civilization..."
Fei Jingting suddenly laughed, feeling quite happy after hearing the news.
"Mr. Liang, ancient India has long since disappeared. The four major ancient civilizations, ancient Egypt, ancient Babylon, ancient India, and ancient China, the first three are gone, and now only China is left."
Mr. Liang’s knowledge of world history is limited. He knows that ancient Egypt and Babylon are indeed gone, but India is still there.
He raised his doubts, and Fei Jingting explained: "India or the South Asian subcontinent, in my opinion, is a geographical term and not a country at all."
There are a total of 16 official languages, including languages and dialects. Traveling for dozens of miles is like going abroad. How can this place be a country? If the British had not forcibly stitched the South Asian subcontinent together, there would be no country like India in this world.
Fei Jingting picked up what he knew and briefly talked about the history of the South Asian subcontinent. All he could talk about was the several invasions the South Asian subcontinent suffered.
Greeks, Seljuks, Parthians, Yuezhi, Persians, Macedonians, Turks, British... Let's put it this way, many of those who were driven out of the monster house in East Asia went to India to become kings
Go and dominate.
Today's South Asian subcontinent has a mixed race. Only in the far south can there be some remnants of ancient Indian races. The rest are all invaders from previous invasions. In this case, is this India still ancient India?
After listening to Fei Jingting's explanation, Mr. Liang couldn't help but discuss it with him. Fei Jingting is a modern person, and his exposure to information is obviously far beyond that of ordinary people in this era, so he can say a few words about everything, and occasionally
He was able to make some astonishing arguments. This surprised Mr. Liang.
At the end of the conversation, Mr. Liang couldn't help but ask: "Did Jing Ting major in physics in England?"
"yes."
"Oh, I see that Jing Ting has quite a lot of insights into the history of civilization, economy, military and even people's livelihood, and industrialization. Why not publish a related book and spread it to broaden people's horizons?"
Publish a book?
Fei Jingting instinctively wanted to refuse. As a monk, why would he publish a book? But after thinking about it, it seemed that publishing a book was not a problem. He had always wanted to do something for this country, but the times were not right, and he could not
I don’t think I can do better than my predecessors.
In particular, he was afraid that he would mess up blindly, triggering the butterfly effect, which would lead to frequent accidents. If a small probability event caused Hua Xia to go on a different path, then he would never be able to atone for his sins.
But publishing a book seems to be nothing. As Mr. Liang said, it is also good to broaden people's horizons and let those real masters understand the world earlier.
He pondered for a while and said: "To be honest, my Chinese studies skills are very poor, so I'm afraid my writing will make people laugh."
Mr. Liang was dissatisfied and said: "What kind of Chinese studies knowledge is needed for this kind of book? It only needs smooth logic and straightforward writing. If Jing Ting is not confident, he will probably find a few more people to correct it after he finishes the book."
"That's fine," Fei Jingting said obediently, "Then Mr. Liang must not shirk it when the time comes."
Liang Qichao laughed and said: "Okay, then it's settled. I'm waiting to see Jing Ting's opinion."
At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the two were chatting lively. Liang Sicheng and Liang Siyong could not interrupt, so they could only be good babies and listen quietly.
There was a sound at the door, and Fu Yunzhao hummed a little tune and walked in. Seeing three more people in the living room, she blinked and said, "Brother Jingting, do you want to be a monk?"
"Huh?" How did you come up with this incomprehensible question?
Then I heard Fu Yunzhao say: "It's enough for the housekeeper to invite a man. Why did he also invite a man? I feel very inconvenient because they are all men." (To be continued)