I started writing and continued to study. As a time traveler, my best choice was not to seize the country, conquer the city, but to teach and educate people, and spread the ideas I gained through books and language. I dare not say that I am right. But the problem is that I am a member of the controversy among the hundreds of schools of thought. This is what I did today, and I used the opening of the "Tao Te Ching" as the preface to the opening of this thick manuscript of my master.

The author is also the palace maid sister. I took my own draft and read out the contents of the manuscript, so that the palace maid sister would re-excerpt it and polish it. Otherwise, with my half-baked classical Chinese level, I am afraid that the third brother would laugh out loud. Well, this is the truth. I am born with a grudge like classical Chinese.

All of them are finished, just the last preface. I finally racked my brains and found a way to rub my thoughts in. At least I intercepted his words and thoughts into the book. I believed that heaven and earth don’t care about benevolence or unkindness. Heaven and earth gave birth to all things, and did not want to get back any reward. Similarly, heaven and earth treat everything in the world like the thrown grass dog, neither biased towards humans nor favored animals.

The argument in this book of my master is to start with Lao Tzu's argument and then tell the world that since all things are in front of heaven and earth, they do not rely on the preference of heaven and earth, but on humans themselves to compete and adapt to the world.

The theory of survival of the fittest and the law of the jungle were explained and reasoned one by one with the knowledge and examples I have mastered. Then, the principle of survival of the fittest is presented to everyone one by one through one typical story after another and the rise and fall of the country.

The road of life is winding. Those cage parrots that have been opened to eat starve to death in the face of the autumn fruits. The reason is very simple: natural choice, the fittest survives, and the weak dies. All living creatures must adapt to the environment. Because they adapt to the living environment. Only with a set of survival skills can life reproduce continuously.

The contents of the manuscript change according to the natural law of "success in nature". "success in nature" means "survival competition" between organisms. The best species defeat the inferior species, and the strong species defeat the weak species; "natural selection" means natural selection, natural elimination, and organisms evolve in the process of "survival competition" and "natural elimination".

"The heaven and earth are not kind, and they regard all things as straw dogs... However, the things are in the world, and the right ones will survive in the world." The palace maid finally put the last stroke and let out a long sigh. He raised his eyes and smiled at me: "It's done in the end. But, Junlang, what name do you want to give this book? If there is a book but no name, it's not done."

I smiled and didn't answer, took the pen from the palace maid's hand, and pulled a piece of white paper. I wrote three big running scripts like a dragon and a phoenix: Theory of the Evolution of Heaven. "The Discussion on the Evolution of All Things in Heaven. The handsome man is indeed extraordinary, and his talent is beyond my ability. Look at what this name gave me, it is just right." The palace maid sighed regretfully, well, it has been almost ten days since I wrote it, and finally I have revised and copied the manuscript.

I smiled and picked up the manuscript with the remaining ink fragrance. The beautiful writing of the palace maid sister appeared on the paper. After looking through it, I couldn't help but praise: "Okay, Zhao'er is good at writing, but it is much better than the word "卡卡卡." The three words "卡卡" written by me just now are rare to compare with the calligraphy of the palace maid sister. This is the difference. In terms of calligraphy attainments, if we are the kind of Coke bottle filled with half a bottle of water, then the palace maid sister should be considered a gasoline barrel filled with water.

"My words are secondly. Junlang, your opinion on this manuscript has really benefited a lot these days. Junlang, many of your views have never been heard of, but they also secretly conform to the principles of reincarnation in the heaven and the rule of governing the country and people. I am afraid that this book will become a master when it is published." The palace maid turned the desk and stood beside me, smiling sweetly from other places, and the eyes of looking at me were filled with joy and admiration.

I grinned proudly: "Mrs. My wife's words are very consistent with my wishes. However, writing books and teachings for my husband is not to make a name for himself, but to educate others. If all the people of the Tang Dynasty understand the truth and understand the essence of the heavenly way, I will be satisfied with it."

The palace maid chuckled and threw a bunch of autumn spinach over. This girl naturally knew who her husband was. Although it was not a great honor, it was not an exaggeration to call him good reputation. However, she was my wife, so she was naturally embarrassed to belittle her husband. "You are saying this, but once this kind of remark is published, it is probably the focus of the scholars all over the world. You should have prepared for it."

I nodded, took a deep breath, and looked at the cloudy sky outside, and the scratched snowflakes were still falling to the ground. I believe that after the wind and snow, there will always be clear sky. Since I have made this decision, I will naturally not be afraid of those people picking me.

"June Lang, tomorrow is the holiday. If you are really ready, you can bring the manuscript back to Chang'an and print it as soon as possible." The palace maid said very considerately. I nodded: "This is natural. Let's go back together tomorrow. Well, this manuscript is intended to be handed over to my father first to see his opinions. After all, I don't want my father to convincing him first because of academic issues. In this way, I can let go."

The palace maid's sister nodded and said, "Jun-lang is worried, so I'll ask my father-in-law to review it first. However, I think my father-in-law will definitely not oppose Jun-lang's theory."

"Oh? Why Zhao'er said that," I asked the palace maid sister curiously. To be honest, I just had this kind of concern, worried that the old man would read too much Confucianism, and would become rigid in his thoughts, and would take a blow to death with a blow to both the new theory and the new speech. After all, this young master's theory of natural selection is definitely too advanced for some people in the Tang Dynasty.

The palace maid smiled and said, "I guessed it, haha, but don't worry, my feelings have always been very effective." I squeezed her cute pink nose with hatred and pity: "Well, I believe you for my husband."

In the second house of Chang'an, I rushed back to Chang'an on the day of the holiday. After going home to have a reunion dinner with my mother, the old man and the children, I drank two sips of tea and cleared my throat: "Father, my child has recently written a new manuscript, and I asked my father to comment on the child."

"Manuscript, what manuscript? Another martial arts novel?" The old man took off his reading glasses and put the newspaper aside and asked at me. Well, this question was quite familiar. The old man loves martial arts very much. Every day after he goes home and finishes his business, he always reads novels in the study for half an hour. Sometimes he reads it so much that he even forgets time. He causes his mother to go to the study to catch people and blame me for taking the old man... What are these things? Can we lead him to ruin his old man?

But my mother prefers the kind of novels of grudges, love and hatred. Anyway, there are always new books, no matter what I wrote or someone else, as long as I printed them, I will always keep a few books at home for everyone to read and collect them by the way as my master's collection.

I quickly shook my head, took the thick manuscript and handed it to the old man, and explained: "This is the child who has read the classics of his ancestors for a long time, and has read the historical books all over the world, and has realized the changes of all things. If he gains something, he will write these remarks."

"The Ethical Ethics of Heaven?" After the old man took it, he was slightly stunned and subconsciously read out the three big words on the cover of the manuscript. "Erlang, your calligraphy has not made any progress. What's wrong with it? Knowledge is important for being a role model, but handwriting is also important, otherwise it will make people laugh in the end."

"... The child knows, and he must practice well when he goes back." The old man is really good. No matter what he catches, he always says a few words to me. Next to him, my mother smiled and pulled me to sit down again. "Our Erlang is really amazing, and she said it again with Shuli."

The third brother who was at home during the winter vacation looked at me very admiringly. "Second brother, you will teach me the next day, so please let me take two books too?"

After hearing this, I couldn't help but feel happy. The third brother's temperament has not changed at all. He patted his shoulder: "Well, as long as you want to write, come to me, and tell you that the second brother has a lot of good topics here. I will pick one out for you at that time, and I will ensure that you will be popular all over the world."

"Really?" the third brother asked excitedly, rubbing his hands, as if he could start writing now. My mother smiled with a kind smile on the side, and she looked at our brothers muttering in front of her. On the other side, the old man frowned and didn't say anything, and was conducting special research on the manuscript.
Chapter completed!