The man in the police station blushed and yelled: "He also secretly said that I was short and small... so I couldn't hold it back and beat him!"
The police officer interrupted the other party's filial piety impatiently: "Although there is a reason for the incident, it is not important. Whether your girlfriend is crossing her legs or being seduced, these are all moral issues."
"The key thing now is that you broke his nose. The result of the judicial injury examination is likely to be a minor injury. If you don't want to go to jail, prepare to pay for it! You don't have to pay for it. You will have to go to jail for six months to three years.
,You choose."
"How much will the compensation be?" Hearing that he was going to jail, the man was obviously a little panicked.
"A broken nose bone is a minor injury of level 2, and you can generally claim compensation of 80,000-100,000 yuan; if it is a minor injury of level 1, you can claim compensation of more than 100,000 yuan. If something happens, don't fight, and don't break someone's bones if you do.
!Okay, why are you hitting someone?"
Seeing the quarrel between the two people, the monk was shocked. This place was obviously...a yamen?
It should be the Yamen, right?
The Yamen actually cares about something as trivial as a fight?
Are the yamen here too busy?
The yamen in the Shanhai Realm are thinking about making money every day, and there are so many fights that they don't bother to meddle in other people's business as long as no one is killed.
Qiu Yuan was silent, observing his surroundings.
In another waiting room, another staff member was explaining: "Your transfer record of 1,000 yuan is evidence of a crime. No matter how much you deny it, it will be useless."
"That woman has been targeted many times by the anti-pornography campaign. The witnesses and physical evidence are there, and she has confessed herself. So don't waste any more words."
"I really didn't! I was really just massaging, not doing anything. Comrade, please believe me."
“According to Article 66 of the Public Security Administration Punishment Law: Those who engage in prostitution or whoring shall be detained for not less than 10 days but not more than 15 days, and may also be fined not more than 5,000 yuan; if the circumstances are relatively minor, they shall be detained for not more than 5 days or fined not more than 500 yuan.
The fine is as follows. You see, the detention time is floating. If you want to be imprisoned for 15 days, just keep arguing. If you want to be imprisoned for a shorter period, plead guilty and pay the money."
After a long while, the man who was locked up in the waiting room shook his legs and whispered: "Oh, how long will this comrade be detained? Can you not tell my wife? If my wife knows, then
simply……"
"If you disappear for 10 days and your wife and work unit don't look for you, then it'll be fine."
In Wang Hao's eyes, this scene seemed a bit weird.
He originally wanted to show the monk some extremely vicious criminals to prove that this was not the so-called "other shore", but just a better world than the world of mountains and seas.
The result was just fighting and whoring.
Only real prisons can contain those who have committed serious crimes such as murder and arson.
But no matter what, the number of criminals in this world is indeed impossible to compare with that in the Shanhai Realm.
In the eyes of Monk Qiuyuan, the small matters handled by the current yamen reflect the prosperity of the world.
Over the years, he has experienced all kinds of hardships and difficulties, and he is not as ignorant of the world as he was when he first came out of the mountain, and he no longer understands the laws of society.
The world is not black and white, but has long been in an intermediate state between black and white, that is, gray.
There are many things that really cannot be forced. Conflicts between people naturally exist, and there is no such thing as "real perfection."
If we could use some "method" to put the world in a relatively moderate and peaceful state, with less contradictions and more tolerance, it would be a great result.
As for completely eliminating the contradiction - that is almost impossible.
"Let's go, there's nothing to see here." Wang Hao greeted.
"I'll take you to another place to see."
The scene changes again.
This is near an office building, and the most indispensable thing is people going to work.
As long as there are human activities, there will be consumption.
When there is consumption, there will naturally be a market.
Mobile vendors rode tricycles and were scurrying around the office buildings. Various food stalls lined the roadside, including meat buns, beef vermicelli, egg fried rice, hot and sour noodles, and snail noodles.
The strong aroma of food makes people salivate, and their stomachs can't help but growl.
Qiu Yuan had been in a coma for so many years and had almost forgotten what food tasted like. He couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva and recited silently in his heart: "Relic, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, color is emptiness, emptiness is color, feeling, thinking, and awareness are also
It’s the same again.”
The urban management also turns a blind eye to these street stall vendors. Since the street stall economy began to be promoted, the restrictions on street stalls have been relaxed a lot. As long as the garbage is classified properly and the health permit is obtained, they generally will not meddle in other people's business.
.
"Is your oil peanut oil?" Wang Hao asked a vendor selling fried rice.
"Yes, Arowana's... look at what's written on the bottle, it can't be gutter oil! We have a health permit here." The stall owner lowered his head while cooking, not caring who asked.
The sound seemed to fall from the sky.
"Here comes a box of egg fried rice. Don't add eggs or meat, but add more cabbage."
The stall owner thought to himself, what does egg fried rice mean without adding eggs?
As soon as I looked up, I saw a bald monk wearing yellow clothes, with a silly and dull smile on his face, and a little bit of surprise. Could he be a fool?
There are actually monks coming to buy fried rice?
The stall owner’s psychological activities are complex: it’s not uncommon, don’t people nowadays just like y?
Who is coming back? There have been a lot of news reports. These bald donkeys are quite rich. They use their Aifeng mobile phones to browse Douyin, live in luxurious villas, and even support Buddhist wives. This one in front of me...
Forget it, it’s just a meal, it’s none of my business.
"If you don't want eggs, it's 8 yuan a serving."
"Dingdong, Alipay payment - 8 yuan."
The bald donkey didn't take out his mobile phone to scan the QR code. The stall owner looked around suspiciously for a long time, not knowing who paid.
Since someone paid, it didn't matter. He stir-fried it in the pot with a shovel a few times, sprinkled it with MSG, added some more vegetables, and sold an egg-fried rice without eggs.
"The fried rice without eggs, the chef is sure."
"Thank you...donor."
Monk Qiuyuan took the hot fried rice box and continued to move forward. The smell of fried rice in his hand penetrated his nose and made his heart itch like a cat scratching.
I don't know why, but in this outer world, with sound limbs, eyes and mouth, he has been hungry for a long time.
Now that my appetite has been aroused, I can't suppress it no matter what. I even have no strength to walk.
"Since it is a vegetarian meal sent by the Buddha, just eat it."
Qiu Yuan found a remote place, sat down on the curb, picked up the kuaizi and ate it.
Although there are no meat dishes, this fried rice, full of salt and MSG, is much more delicious than the food in Shanhaijie.
After a while, Qiu Yuan was sweating profusely after eating, but found that the food box was empty, not even a grain of rice was missing.
I actually felt like I was not satisfied with my appetite. Why did I finish eating so quickly?
He looked at the colorful world and sighed in his heart: "I have been practicing for so many years, but my mood was ruined by a piece of fried rice. I committed the precept of greed, sin, sin. I still don't practice enough..."
…
At this moment, Wang Hao seemed to have transformed into the sky and the universe, looking down at all living beings on the entire planet.
Even, his vision has broken through the limitations of dimensions and seen the etheric abyss behind the world membrane.
The etheric abyss is both orderly and chaotic. Evil and terrifying, distortion and change are the norm. The world is just a little order that was born accidentally.
Even from a physiological level, the colorful and colorful world is actually imagined by the brain. Most objects do not emit light. The colors that humans see do not actually exist. It is just a beautiful illusion created by the brain. It is just a reflection of the world.
a small part.
Because of the different dimensions, what you see is also different.
Slowly, Wang Hao began to adapt to this high-dimensional perspective. The pendulum of fate was swinging left and right, and the long river of time was roaring; as big as the destruction of worlds, as small as the fusion between quarks.
He seemed to sublimate at this moment and become everything in the universe.
Suddenly, he heard someone calling him from the bottom of his heart. It was Blue Star and the Earth, the mountain and sea world that had not yet been successfully opened up, Qingshi Town, and his cousin, the two Internet cafe guests... This trace of concern slowly pulled away.
Follow him and recover from that supreme rational state.
"Monk, are you full?"
"Disciple, you are full." Monk Qiu Yuan clasped his hands together and said gratefully.
"Isn't the first thing you have to do before you're full?"
This sentence was a bit convoluted, but Qiu Yuan understood it and bowed slightly: "It seems so."
"Keep walking around. Since you think that there is no way forward in the world of mountains and seas, then I will show you the so-called way forward. This is a world where most people can have enough to eat. This is a big city, and there are also small cities and
You can go and see the countryside."
Monk Qiu Yuan couldn't help but feel ashamed of the hostility at the beginning. Yes, how could there be no way forward in this world?
Look at this prosperous world.
Even if this world has flaws in the eyes of Buddha, no matter what, it is ten times and a hundred times better than the world of mountains and seas.
"Disciple, I want to take a look at the tall house in front. There seem to be many people there."
When Wang Hao took a look, the words "Carrefour Supermarket" came into view.
"Go ahead."
Supermarkets can be found everywhere, whether in cities or towns.
However, the origin of "supermarket" is not ordinary.
It is a cultural phenomenon invented in the United States. Starting in the 1940s, various supermarkets began to appear in the United States, representing the country's prosperous economy and culture. The United States uses supermarkets as "cultural weapons of the free market" to show the world
, only their commodities and distribution methods can give mankind the most prosperous future.
We have to admit that this iconic cultural phenomenon has spread throughout Blue Star.
People have long been accustomed to it.
Sure enough, when Monk Qiuyuan entered the supermarket, he was stunned. There was a dazzling array of products, including rice, fresh food, clothes, some strange bottles and cans, suspected to be wine, and a large number of unknown items. He even had his
Breathing is also frozen.
Even though there were enough things in this world that shocked him, so many items, endless merchandise, and bustling customers gave him an unimaginable impact.
Wang Hao sighed in his heart, today's human beings are not surprised by the existence of "supermarkets".
However, the widespread spread of supermarkets has led to many historical events, and even contributed to the outcome of the Cold War in the 20th century to a certain extent.
At the 1959 U.S. National Exhibition, the exhibition hall carefully prepared by the Americans was a huge "supermarket."
At that time, the government concentrated on transporting 3,000 tons of goods, ranging from books, magazines, movies, records, canned food, to washing machines, televisions, refrigerators, cars, boats, tractors and other mechanical equipment, and put them all in
in the supermarket to show the huge commodity economy and prosperity under the free market economic system.
The then Soviet leader Khrushchev attended the opening ceremony of the exhibition and launched a debate with Vice President Nixon on "Eastern and Western ideologies and nuclear war."
At that time, the Soviet Union adopted a planned economy and was suffering from famine.
No one knows how Khrushchev felt when faced with the impact of supermarket culture, the dense crowds and the dazzling array of products.
After this, the "Corn Movement" was launched to vigorously promote corn across the country. However, this movement obviously failed, and Khrushchev was nicknamed "Her Corn".
Of course, Khrushchev was not completely knocked down by "supermarket culture".
The one who was knocked down was Ye Qinli, who also visited the "supermarket".
In his autobiography, Yechinli wrote sadly: After seeing the hundreds of products on the shelves of American supermarkets, he felt a despairing pain for the Soviet people for the first time. A country with such potential as the Soviet Union
A huge, supposedly extremely wealthy country has been reduced to poverty.
Nowadays, Monk Qiuyuan, who comes from the Shanhai world, which is even poorer than the third world, sees the prosperous scene in the supermarket.
His spirit was completely knocked down.
After shopping in the supermarket for several hours to confirm that these products really existed, the monk recovered from his confusion.
"Buddha, tell me the final answer. Why are the two worlds as different as the other side and hell?"
"The productivity is not enough." Wang Hao said.
"What is...productivity?"
This question is not easy to explain.
The scene changed, and Monk Qiuyuan went to the electric vehicle factory again. He saw the so-called "productivity".
Countless robots are working automatically, producing an "indescribable thing" at an unimaginable speed. This "indescribable thing" is a hundred times and a thousand times more complex than any device he has seen!
In the Shanhai Realm, it may take a day or two for a blacksmith to forge an ordinary kitchen knife.
Wang Hao took him to the Great Plains again. There were seeders sowing wheat. The monk was stunned for a moment when he saw these strange machines.
But he finally understood: what productivity is.
"Why...the productivity of the mountain and sea world is not enough? Where do these creations come from?"
"Because Shanhai Realm has no scientific world view, no knowledge, and incomplete social systems. It only relies on people's hands to work, but does not rely on brains to accumulate. How can productivity be enough?"
Monk Qiuyuan came to the school.
A professor was explaining advanced mathematics: "Before applying L'Obitat's rule, two tasks must be completed first: first, whether the limits of the numerator and denominator are both equal to zero; second, whether the numerator and denominator are differentiable respectively within a limited area. If this
If both conditions are met, then derive the derivation and determine whether the limit after derivation exists: if it exists, the answer will be obtained directly."
The monk felt that his IQ was pressed to the ground and rubbed. The Buddha gave him the ability to understand the words of this world. But he could not read or understand any words.
But his strong sixth sense told him that this knowledge might be the source of productivity.
Immediately afterwards, he went to the hospital, to the library, to small cities, to remote mountainous areas, and even to exotic India, the birthplace of Buddhism.
Finally, head to Africa, the poorest country.
Even in poor Africa, there is no such thing as cannibalism.
The level of development of productivity determines the scene seen.
If the African savannah could go back thousands of years, it would probably be similar to the world between mountains and seas.
Monk Qiu Yuan, who is not young at all, looks like a baby who has just opened his eyes to see the world when facing the vast world on earth.
It turns out he knows nothing about the world!
He only remembered this sentence: "Insufficient productivity."
"Vigorously develop productivity!"
What he heard was false and what he saw was true. He was completely convinced, and his anger had long since disappeared.
The emergence of this path simply illuminated his mind and became a new belief.
He finally plucked up the courage and asked with some admiration: "May I ask Buddha, if productivity is enough... will it be the other side?"
"No, even if the productivity is sufficient, there are still problems with the distribution method."
"There will be a gap between the rich and the poor, and there will also be a gap between people's abilities. As a result, justice and procedural justice can often only be found one or the other. Fairness and efficiency are often contradictory to each other. Contradictions are natural. If there is no contradiction, there will be
There is no way forward. The world is just struggling to find a way forward."
Wang Hao looked at the dazed monk and said: "Look at the terminally ill patients lying in the hospital quietly waiting to die, the social animals struggling with mortgages in the subway, the poor students walking on the mountain roads, the African savannah
Starving people...for them, this world is hell."
What is the real "other shore"? It is the blue star world, the "paradise" on the moon, a world where everyone is like a dragon. But the "paradise" always decays, and the so-called "other shore" has completely collapsed.
The monk was slightly startled.
Yes, this is hell for people who are about to die of birth, old age, illness and death.
However, for more complicated issues, we should wait until food and clothing are solved first before considering them.
"Do you want to stay here, or go back to the Mountain and Sea Realm?"
The monk said: "Go back... go back there again. After all, that is my hometown. Disciple... thank you Buddha for clarifying my doubts."
"Then I'll take you back."
Having said this, Wang Hao waved his hand, and Monk Qiuyuan disappeared from sight.