The girl looked at him: "Unfair?"

"That's right... unfair!" Ning Jiang said, "The officials and gentry can become pests living in and sucking blood because of unfairness. The poor and tenant slaves will be full of resentment and even go on evil paths, and it is also because of unfairness. ⊙. On a piece of land, the wind and sun are shining. Hard-working people cannot eat enough and wear and warm, and they don't have to do anything. They are all fat and fat, and the rich are smelly, and the road is frozen to death. Why? Because of unfairness, then, where is the unfairness? It is because some people are born lowly, some are born noble, some are born kind, and some are born ugly?"

He said seriously: "No! No! It is because of the unfairness of the means of production and the unfairness of distribution. What is the means of production? It is the resources and tools needed to produce crops. Specifically, it is the land, tools, copper ore, salt ore, etc. Those who hold them hold power, and then use the power in their hands to create greater injustice and seize more means of production. Why does the emperor have the greatest power? Because he has the most means of production, all over the world, is the king's land? Why can he have the most means of production? Because he is the son of the emperor. This is unfairness. Some people do not have to do anything, and they have everything at birth. Some people clearly have not made mistakes and have nothing at birth. Then, the person who owns everything becomes a borer of the country. Those who lose everything starve to death and freeze to death, or are enslaved for life, or embark on a bad path. It is because of such unfairness that everyone becomes ugly."

The girl looked at him blankly, thinking about something.

Ning Jiang continued: "The hard-working civilians, tenants, and tenants used their labor to support the rich officials and gentry and the emperor. These people did not produce a grain of food, but they were naturally high above and regarded those who worked hard as untouchables. Under ordinary circumstances, is it the king's land, and the crops produced on a field, the emperor took away 30%? Is it reasonable? The officials in the court worry about the country and the people all day long, and take away 30%? Is it reasonable? It is very reasonable. The land is for those officials and gentry, and they take away 30%? Is it reasonable?

It's reasonable? It's also reasonable? Since everyone is very reasonable, why can't people survive? Why do some people work hard in the fields, get up early and go into the dark, pay more labor than everyone else, eat the hardest crumbs, wear the most ragged marinade, sell their daughters when they encounter natural disasters, and cry farewell to their families when they encounter corvee labor, hoping that they can come back alive? It's because they have nothing in their lives, so many ugliness and many dirty things in this world are ultimately one word... No, fair, fair!"

The girl whispered: "These are three words."

Ning Jiang waved his hand: "Don't worry about how many words it is, it's unfair."

The girl said, "So, it is even more necessary to use the sacred flame to clean up the world and bring new life to the world..."

Ning Jiang said: "This is what I want to ask. This world is ugly and dirty, but the main reason for this ugliness and dirty is that the unfairness of this world. In this case, the gods... can the Lord Saint Phoenix you mentioned be fair and let all people be reborn?"

"Then, then...will such a new life make sense?"

"In other words, it is impossible for everyone to be saved?" Ning Jiang looked disappointed, "That's wrong! Some people can be saved and reborn, while others can't. This is unfair? The ugliness and filth in this world were originally caused by unfairness, so one kind of unfairness replaces another kind of unfairness..."

He looked at the girl in the humblest and most learned attitude: "Is this kind of thing fair?"

The girl shook her head subconsciously.

"So, this is not right. Either it is fair, so that everyone can be saved, or it is fair, so that everyone can't be saved. This is fair? If there is no way to be fair, what is the meaning of doing this? Some people lose everything at birth, work hard all their lives, are hungry and cold, encounter natural disasters, sell their daughters, wander around, beg for life, and then the holy fire comes, dies, and everything is gone... This is not right? Are you not a good goddess? This is not kind? Didn't you say you want to burn out the ugliness and filth of this world? But why do I think this is even more ugly and filthy? Death is the only fairness in this world, either everyone dies or everyone lives together, you are burning with fire, some people die, and some people have rebirth. Isn't this even less basic fairness?"

The girl looked at him with her mouth open and couldn't speak. After a while, she whispered: "Then, there is no good idea anyway, maybe you follow the teachings of Shenghuang..."

"This," Ning Jiang said resolutely, "I think there is still a good way to bring real fairness to the world, a real way to save the world and everyone."

The girl said in confusion: "What you said is..."

Ning Jiang suddenly stood up, turned around and faced the translucent glass wall, and took out the charcoal pen that had been prepared long ago: "One word!"

Brush and brush, write a few neatly written words: communism, mercy, principle, principle!

The girl thought to herself... Are these four words?

***

Chun Jianli sat in a wheelchair, staring at Ning Xiaomeng flying in the air outside the cliff in amazement.

The mysterious wooden armored weapon, like a dragonfly, flew in the air with Xiaomeng. A wind blew over and the glider rose a little. On the side, the glider circled in a large circle and flew into the back of the distant mountains. After a while, it flew out from the other side of the mountain.

Flying is the most beautiful dream in human history, but when I saw someone really able to fly in the sky with my own eyes, Chun Jianli couldn't help but stare at it. The old man on the other side of the house held the drawings and kept nodding: "So that's it...so that's it... amazing, amazing..."

Although Lao Dao is dressed up by Taoist masters, he is actually a disciple of the Mo family who is rare in China. The wooden armor mechanism has always been his strength. Xiao Meng is used to fly in the air at this moment, so he is constructed and entered. In his eyes, it is not very complicated. What really puzzled him is the principle of its flying. Now, when he takes the drawings and various theories related to aerodynamics given to him by the boy, he only feels lit up. Many things that were previously unfulfilled but could not be solved immediately, and he is extremely excited.

After Xiao Meng flew back, Master Zhuo Yun kept circling around the glider. Xiao Meng couldn't do so, so he had to leave the glider for him first and help Chun Jianli push the wheelchair into the wind tunnel.

On the way, Chun Jianli turned around and said, "That Mu Jia was really designed by Mr. Ning... your brother?"

Xiao Meng said, "Of course it's right."

Chun Jianli thought, it turned out that Young Master Ning was not only full of knowledge, but also Mujia's mechanism was so powerful. She was happy in her heart.

The two of them came to the end of the wind tunnel together, outside the prison where the "Goddess of Good" was imprisoned, looking inside through the wall made of glass, and saw many large and small handwritings written on the other side of the glass wall. Ning Jiang stood there, writing more with a charcoal brush, and explaining something loudly.

Deep in the prison, the girl knelt on the mat, her hands overlapped, her hips slightly raised, her eyes widened, and her mouth was stunned, which reminded them of the way that the old Taoist, who was holding the design drawings just now. Looking back on the past few days, every time they saw this "good goddess", she was always high and wanted to explain to them "the Goddess of the Holy Phoenix". Compared with her now, it was like seeing new knowledge, the posture of the elementary school students who had just entered the school, they tilted their heads together... What's wrong?

***

"Actually, I have said in the pre-Qin period that we should not worry about the lack of production but the unevenness. The unevenness of the means of production has created the so-called class, the uneven distribution has created the irreconcilable contradiction between classes," Ning Jiang said loudly, "So, how can we break such contradictions? The only way is... communism, tyranny, principle! What is communism? That is, the means of production belong to the whole people, is the land created by those high-ranking officials? Are mountains, rivers, various concentrates, and various resources transformed by the emperor and high-ranking officials? No! They are created by heaven and earth, and all things are born to nourish people, and what is produced by heaven and earth. In this case, why should they belong to those few people? They should belong to everyone, and everyone in this world. What you create is yours, and why is the things created by heaven also yours?

"So, communism is to make these things belong to the whole people. Why do tenants and tenants have resentment? Because what they work hard is the things of other people, and even their human bodies belong to others, but why? The ones who gave birth to them and raised them are their parents, so why do they belong to those landlords and chaebols who have no need to do anything, and have been arrogant since they were born and have not produced a grain of food? Therefore, we need communism. If all means of production belong to everyone, the whole people, and the crops produced are distributed according to work, and even when they develop to a certain level, they are distributed according to needs, then everyone is the protagonist of the world. If it is fair, there will be no resentment, no dirty or ugly. Everyone can see that they get the fruits of their own labor. If more laborers are more rewarded, then there will be no need to fight again. Wouldn't the world become beautiful?"

"But," the girl made a different opinion, "even so, there may still be sin, dark psychology and ugly things."

"Yes, but under a beautiful vision, this darkness and ugliness will be weakened to the extreme," said the young man. "A tenant who has nothing and is about to be forced to sell his daughter is resentful to the rich. A sin is about to happen. At this time, he suddenly got a piece of land that could support his family. Will he take risks, steal or even kill people?"

"This... probably won't be possible?"

"Of course not. At this time, he only has happiness. Then, let's think about it again. In this world, a person will be very happy and very happy because he has obtained a piece of land or property. On the other hand, will he suddenly get a piece of land because he is very happy today? Will a rich young man be idle all day because he has had huge family property since he was a child, and will a poor man suddenly get a huge family property because he is idle all day, and may a sad spring and autumn?"

"This...of course not. He doesn't even have land, and he can't support himself..."

“What does this mean?”

"What does it mean?" the girl asked in confusion.

"It is material determines the spirit, not spirit determines the matter. It is the huge asset that determines a person's attitude of being high above, not a person's attitude of being high above, which determines that he can own huge assets," Ning Jiang said seriously, "So, material is primary and spirit is secondary. If you summarize it, it is, a word..."

Turning around, he wrote: "Dialectical Materialism!"

On the other side of the glazed wall, two girls tilted their heads to the left and then to the right... Is this the same word?

Girl: "Oh!"

In the days that followed, as soon as it was during the day, the teenager and the girl would be locked in the prison deep in the wind tunnel, constantly discussing something.

It was said to be a discussion, but in the eyes of Xiaomeng and Chun Jianli, it had become a boy who kept giving speeches. The girl opened her eyes wide and looked at her in surprise. She listened as if she had opened the mysterious door of a new world.

They would occasionally listen to what the boy said, and the girl who claimed to be a good goddess was so enchanting. However, most of the time, they didn't understand what to say, "anti-oppression, anti-feudalism, and resist the three mountains pressing on the poor peasants, and all of this boils down to one word...class struggle!

"Everything is born to nourish people. The means of production belong to all mankind, and land, minerals, etc., also belong to all mankind. What we need to do is to let everyone understand this, understand that they are the masters of this world, and understand what the people are in charge of their own country. However, those borers in the old society definitely refused to give up their power and status brought by birth, so they could only launch a class struggle. There has never been any savior in this world, nor does it rely on any gods and immortals.

The emperor, if you want to create happiness that belongs to all mankind, you can only rely on the people themselves! You must let the poor people regain the fruits of labor and let your thoughts break through the cage. Who created the human world? It is the working people. Everything belongs to the workers, and how can you tolerate parasites! The most hateful of those poisonous snakes and beasts eat all the flesh and blood of the working people. Once they are wiped out, the bright red sun shines all over the world! This is a real struggle, unite until tomorrow, Intner's nickname... Well, a beautiful world will definitely be realized..."

The boy faced the girl and raised his fist angrily!
Chapter completed!