He had cut off its connection with the Dongshui Shard World before, but now he saw the changes here again with the help of the contact information given by the Inspectorate.
He saw a college where modern astronomy began to be taught.
In fact, it has happened before, because astronomy and divination are related.
But it is not independent.
Now independent.
"The stars do not move around the earth, but around the sun, and the earth also moves around the sun. With this explanation, it will be easier to understand the changes in the star chart throughout the year." An old man said in class.
"This is the heliocentric theory."
"Teacher, what you are saying is not consistent with what the church says. The church says that God created all things with the earth as the center. The earth is the center of all things and the center of the starry sky." A student stood up and said.
"Oh, that's right, maybe that's it." The old man said with a smile.
…………
In the countryside.
A few numb old farmers were plowing the land hard, sweating like rain.
At the edge of the field is the supervisor of the gentlemen, looking at them with a whip.
Anyone who is slow will be punished with a whip.
They were serfs and did not have any land of their own, not even the huts and grass they slept in were theirs.
They just live numbly, and then one day they fall down during the hard work. It is impossible to expect a funeral.
The body was dragged directly to the roadside and thrown away.
In the dark Middle Ages, it was not even clear how easy it was to cause plague.
The body must at least be buried. Even if it is buried in the backyard of the home, it is better than leaving it on the roadside.
At this time, a certain gentleman came over.
Next to him was a young man in a robe who was advising him, "Sir Sterling, look, how can your serfs have the energy to work? You have to hire several overseers to pay for their food and wages. Although the serfs
There is no money, but the work they do is too little."
"As a top student at Goros Academy, do you have any suggestions?" Sir Sir asked.
"You can give them small pieces of land. Of course, the land is still yours. You can adopt a sharecropping system and stipulate that they can keep 10% of the food for themselves. In this case, their poor minds will soon understand
There are many ways to gain more." The young man in robe said patiently.
"10%? Do you still want to give them 10% of the food? Now all the food they grow belongs to me." Sir Sir said with heartache.
When the young man in the robe heard this, he wanted to jump up and open up this idiot's brain to see why he couldn't figure out such a simple truth?
Serfs would not think of ways to improve production tools, let alone take care of them, and would even try to destroy production tools, because in this way they would have time to rest.
Of course they are afraid of the whip and will not do this blatantly.
But there is absolutely no such thing as a diligent slave.
No wonder the progress from serf society to feudal peasant society was such a small step, and the monarchs had to take great pains and even use force to implement it.
It is true that they are bred from inbred aristocrats and have not gone through Darwin's social elimination. There are too many stupid comparisons.
"If you don't believe it, you can try it in a village. Anyway, you have five villages."
"But if I harvest less food, who will compensate me?" Sir asked.
"Our college, no, I will compensate you. This is fifteen gold coins. This is your village's annual surplus, right?" The young man in the robe took out a bag of shiny gold coins and said.
This is the money he earned by selling his brain.
"That's great. I know that the people who came out of Goros Academy are all smart people." Mr. Jazz was immediately overjoyed.
rough……
Looking at the other party's cunning face, the young man in the robe was as disgusted as if he had eaten a fly.
Little did he know that he had been tricked by this smart-aleck jazz gentleman.
Not willing to take any risks, but wanting all the benefits.
This is why the feudal nobles were eventually crushed to death by capitalist merchants.
The other party would never have imagined that once this opening was opened, the serfs who tasted the sweetness of independence would never become slaves again.
What awaits this Sir Sir is swords and guns.
Soon in a certain village, the kind-hearted Sir announced that he would give the serfs a small piece of land. From now on, they would have to cultivate their own food and shelter from this land.
But the kind master will only ask for 90%, and the rest is theirs.
The result, to the surprise of the young man in robes, was that none of the serfs were happy about it.
They all begged the master for mercy, not to do this, and to maintain the previous practice.
After asking him carefully, he found out that none of these serfs understood what "90%" meant, and they just thought that the master would no longer take care of the food.
From now on, they will have to grow their own food.
How does this work?
Wherever they grow food, they do whatever the supervisors say.
No one can tell clearly when to sow and when to harvest...
They are used to digging ditches, plowing the fields, removing weeds, and harvesting under the urging of overseers and village chiefs.
Only then did the young man in robe understand that a qualified feudal peasant was not that simple.
It's not like he opened his mouth and freed the serfs, and then the serfs became farmers.
This task is not easy to do.
He had to patiently persuade, and even specially selected a few serfs who were the smartest and best at farm work and let them set an example first.
However, the overseers were very smart. They asked the serfs to work not only on their own allotments, but also on the previous land.
In short, the master’s work must be done less.
The few serfs who were best at farm work were exhausted to death.
The young men in long robes were dumbfounded by their erotic actions.
On the contrary, Mr. Jazz also praised them.
"Although several untouchables have died from exhaustion, you have good intentions and know to ensure that the master's food harvest cannot be reduced." Sir Sir said happily.
The young man in robe was stunned.
He silently dropped a bag of gold coins and left.
When Wen Rensheng saw this, he raised his little finger.
What a childish guy.
It is a hundred times more difficult to reform the ideas in a person's head if he doesn't understand a truth at all than to chop off his head.
How did the serfs exit the stage?
It is not up to the medieval aristocrats to do their own calculations.
It relies on the new landlords to gain an advantage in the brutal economic and military competition, which is a physiological elimination.
If these destroyers only have this level, they will not be able to overthrow the world.
However, Wen Rensheng soon saw their power.
Well, that should be the power of that "black tentacle".
Five years later, another batch of robed men changed. The previous batch failed to complete the main mission and was wiped out.
The new Destroyer is much smarter.
They no longer hope to transform those decadent nobles, but to exchange for titles themselves, implement the feudal peasant system on their own land, use their enthusiasm to produce more food and meat, and then manufacture more armor and weapons.
