I do research in ancient times

As soon as these words came out, the child froze on the spot.

In the past six months of wandering around, this was the first time someone said they would take him back to the city.

In the village where he used to live, no one treated him so calmly, regardless of his identity or bloodline, just treated him as an ordinary child.

Obviously this little brother...is not much older than him...

"I...my name is Clay, you...what's your name?"

The child was suddenly a little shy, his face was red, and his dirty fingers twisted together nervously.

"My name is Ning Fei, peaceful Ning, right and wrong."

The handsome boy said with a smile.

"I... I don't know how to write my name..."

The child was even more ashamed, feeling that he was a native child from the mountains, about the same age next year, how could his little brother know so much!Right and wrong, serenity, it sounds like something that the Gaomen master only understands!

No no no no!Little brother is much better than Master Gaomen!He can figure out how far Clay's arrows can go, he can dislocate the bowstring with a kick, and he can command those people down the mountain to dig rocks and burn mud!

These days, Clay has been secretly following behind Mo Zong's disciples, and witnessed them building a large warehouse with cement and concrete, but he is so envious!

When we were in the village before, if he and his mother had this kind of mud, they wouldn’t have to live in a thatched house, and my mother wouldn’t fall off and die of illness because of the cold weather while repairing the roof!

Thinking of his mother, kid Clay's eye circles turned red.

But he didn't want to lose face in front of his good-looking little brother, he pursed his lips and held back, not saying a word.

Ning Fei thought he was ashamed because of his illiteracy, so she smiled and comforted him.

"It's okay if you can't write. I can teach you to read and write in the future."

"Really? Are you willing to ask me to study?!"

Kid Clay opened his mouth in astonishment.

read!write!His father came all the way from the depths of the grassland to the border town because he saw the exquisite utensils made by Yechao craftsmen.But even if Ren came, he would not have the opportunity to learn those magical skills, let alone read Yechao's letter and visit the world-famous Yunfu Academy!

He really... really can...

Ning Fei was a little surprised by the child's excited expression.But after thinking about it, he quickly understood the key point.

In this era, books are in the hands of the Gaomen family.

As a tool for consolidating status and wealth, ordinary people from poor families have no opportunity to touch knowledge. Many people can't write their names in their entire lives, let alone explain the truth of the world in the daytime.

The common people of poor families only need to know how to accept their fate and obey, work like an animal, give birth and reproduce, and then continue to contribute their children and grandchildren to the master's family, that's enough.

Ignorance is easier to rule than enlightenment. If you don’t know how to resist, you won’t resist. The aristocratic family doesn’t have to worry about class overthrow or losing the source of wealth. It only needs to concentrate on dealing with the authority of the royal family and the strife between each other, which is enough to achieve generations. .

But Mo Zong is just a stream of mud and rocks splashing out of that stagnant water.

The origin is muddy and humble, but it can roll up all the mud at the bottom, and stir it regardless of whether it is clear or muddy, until it assimilates into one.

It comes fiercely and spreads rapidly. Knowledge and books are no longer unattainable sacred objects. Every untouchable in the mud, as long as he is willing to work hard and endure hardships, can also have the opportunity to enlighten his mind. This makes the original aloof family finally have A sense of crisis!

Until this moment, Ning Fei finally showed a little respect for the wicked saint!

It is true that Yue Wanfeng delayed the progress by pretending to be public servants, but no matter what the purpose was, at least he left a light for the poor and common people in this world.

Mozong is the only school that disseminates knowledge regardless of background. All documents and materials are open to all disciples, and how much they can realize depends on individual ability.

This is a place that does not hesitate to give knowledge, and of course touches the unspoken rules of the class.If Yue Wanfeng hadn't accumulated enough personal prestige in the early stage, I'm afraid Mo Zong would not be able to make him return home, and he would be tossed away by the family in a few years.

It was precisely because of this that Yue Wanfeng was kicked out of the Central Plains as soon as Mo Zong died. This was not a struggle between schools at all, but a contest between two classes for living space!The mainstream school of thought spreads Mo Zong as a heresy everywhere, and doesn't even give them a place to live and work. In fact, it's the aristocratic family hiding behind them, trying to nip the crisis of class reshuffle in the bud!

After figuring this out, many things suddenly became clear.

For example, why the system has repeatedly emphasized that Mo Zong should survive. It mentioned that Mo Zong is related to the technology line of this era. Once Mo Zong dies, the future Little Ice Age will enter a long and bloody age of ignorance.

Those were Mozong disciples who were loyal and refused to leave even in the face of a life-and-death crisis. Most likely, all members died in the end, completely cutting off the only way to spread knowledge outside the aristocratic family.

If knowledge is only locked in the hands of a few people, then once something happens to these people, the entire civilization will go back for many years, sprout and develop again, and I don’t know how long it will take.

Not to mention the impending Little Ice Age, the aristocratic families who are now seeing flowers and brocades may not be able to withstand the iron hooves from the northern grasslands.Just like what he saw in his dream, under the absolute power gap, all schemes and strategies will eventually be trampled into mud.

From this point of view, his future task line is likely to spread knowledge and popularize technology in an all-round way.

This doesn't sound difficult, at least in Ning Fei's view, the main reason why the current aristocratic family can firmly grasp the knowledge is because most of the books in this era are based on bamboo slips and silk.Silk and silk are expensive to make, and bamboo slips are not easy to transport. These are not resources that common people can obtain, let alone the pen and ink used for writing are also high-end products.

None of these limitations can be resolved.

Paper is used instead of bamboo slips and silk, and graphite is used for writing. People who have experienced modern education have enough materials in their minds to teach, and they don't worry about having nothing to teach.

But things are not that simple.

In the competition between the two classes, the dominant party must desperately keep its position, by any means and in any way.

Mo Zong is now pushed to a remote corner and is half dead. From the perspective of the Central Plains family, although this mudslide is dirty and smelly, it has been buried in the soil and cannot be stirred up. It is not worth paying attention to. Mo Zong can live on.

But once he prefers not to make paper, the entire Ye Dynasty family will immediately discover the power of paper, and the family that feels threatened will fight back with all their strength. With Mo Zong's current strength, it is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg, and it is almost predictable to overthrow.

Therefore, paper cannot be made, at least not now, and it cannot touch any sensitive technology.

In the early stage, you still have to hang around, develop insignificantly, and wait for the opportunity.

He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that the children standing aside were about to cry.

Why did the little brother stop talking all of a sudden! ?

Is it because he asked too much and didn't want to take him away? !

Clay, who used to think that he could live well by himself, suddenly felt a sense of panic about being abandoned.He couldn't help but took a step forward, reached out and grabbed the boy's sleeve, and then saw his dirty paw prints on the clean cloth, which was very obvious.

Whoooo!It's over, it's hopeless!

This capture brought Ning Fei back to God.

He looked down to see the child's expression of crying or not, then looked at the sleeve with two fingerprints on it, and smiled.

"Why are you crying? If it's dirty, just wash it off."

"Warrior man, what is it like to wipe your tears? Isn't it embarrassing?!"

The child touched his face, pursed his mouth and did not speak, but the little black claws firmly grabbed the boy's sleeves and did not let go.

He thought he would be laughed at anyway, so he followed him sternly, and refused to leave.

Ning Fei glanced at him, then pointed to the pig on the ground.

"What about this?"

The child remained silent, stretched out his hand to grab a pig's leg, and with the other hand still grabbed Ning Fei's sleeve, signaling with his eyes that he could go.

Ning Fei rubbed his nose and led the man and pig down the mountain.

It's not that he is inconsiderate of the child, just now he secretly tried to drag the wild boar, and he only moved less than one meter with all his strength, and his heart was still beating.

Little Saw's body is really useless, he can't carry it on his shoulders, he can't carry it with his hands, it's comparable to his previous body.

Fortunately, there is no major problem, just don't count on hard work.

As he walked, he chatted with the child, and the child seemed to believe him completely. Although he didn't talk much, he answered every question without any concealment.

He is of mixed Hu industry. His father is from the Nanshi tribe deep in the grassland, and his mother is from a border town. After the two died, Clay left the village to live alone.

In fact, it is not without relatives.It is said that Abba has two older brothers and two older sisters in Nanshi. Mother’s family has not seen each other since he was born. He batted out.

"and after?"

Ning Fei asked while walking.

"Why did you leave the village?"

"Hu Qi came to the village to kill people, and everyone who could run ran away. My family was poor. Hu Qi set fire to my thatched cottage. I escaped death by hiding in a dry well."

The child muttered softly.

"The well at home has dried up long ago, and people in the village did not let us fetch water. I sat in the well with a straw mat on my head, and Hu Qi didn't notice it."

"Then you want to go back to your father's tribe in the future?"

Hearing his question, a look of confusion flashed in the child's eyes.

Nan Shi, the tribe and so on, were all told to him by Abba when he was alive.There is an endless meadow in Nanshi, and there is heavy snow in winter, and there are white snow wolves on the snow field, which will fall into the snow cave if you don't pay attention.

But when Abba died, Nam-shik also started to become blurred.He is desperately trying to survive every day, so he has no time to think about his hometown, so there is no time to waste!

"I do not know."

The child suddenly lowered his head and lowered his voice.

"My father said that if one day I can return to the snow field, I will take his token back."

He touched his tattered clothes and pulled out a small jade tablet worn around his neck.

"My father's name is engraved on it, and my father said that it and the snow wolf's head on my back can prove that I am a descendant of Nan Shi, a descendant of a warrior!"

As he spoke, he wanted to lift up his clothes to show Ning Fei his wolf head, but Ning Fei stopped him.

He's in a bit of a mixed mood right now.

Look at other people's children, they are really descendants of warriors, dragging wild boars around with one hand, and it doesn't look too difficult.

What did Clay grow up on? His strength is astonishing at a young age, which makes his saw even more useless.

Okay, in the future, we can only take the route of technology crushing.