The most arrogant in history

Chapter 880: Just a small scene.

Ye Kun was surprised. Why was this guy so stubborn?

The dock manager was also startled and quickly stepped back, sheathing his sword.

But it's still a step too late.

The tip of the sword passed through Ruan Liang's ribs and cut his clothes.

"You kid is looking for death!"

Wang Dahai stepped forward, kicked Ruan Liang to the ground, and held him down.

"Let him go and see if he's injured." Ye Kun said with a straight face, "Then, bring him to the office."

The dock manager took Ye Kun to the office and whispered, "Your Majesty, I am sorry for failing in my duty and frightening you."

"It's none of your business."

Ye Kun shook his head: "I wasn't frightened either. You know, I've also fought on the battlefield. What kind of scenes have I not seen?"

A few years ago, when Ye Kun was fighting, he had led the troops in battle, fighting the enemy with bayonets, his battle robe stained with blood.

What happened today was just a small scene.

Wang Dahai checked Ruan Liang's injuries.

Fortunately, because people wear more clothes in winter, Ruan Liang only suffered a skin injury under his ribs, which only required a simple bandage.

Not long after, Ruan Liang was taken to the dock office.

Ye Kun frowned and asked, "I'm just asking you a question, why are you seeking your own death?"

"Your Majesty, because you have been lying to me, I have no hope of living any longer. It is better for me to die early."

Ruan Liang looked directly at Ye Kun with a smile on his face: "I am a lonely man, without parents, children, or relatives. So I am not afraid of death."

Wang Dahai raised his hand and was about to hit him: "Asshole, you dare to call yourself a loner?"

In ancient times, "a lonely man" was a term used exclusively for emperors.

For the common people to call themselves the lonely and helpless is tantamount to rebellion.

"Sea, stop!"

Ye Kun stopped Wang Dahai and stared at Ruan Liang: "You said I have been lying, what do you mean?"

Ruan Liang chuckled, "The Chinese have a rule that foreign laborers who have completed three years of labor service can take the exam. If they can write 500 Chinese characters, their labor status will be lifted and they will become free citizens. The court will allocate land and houses to them, and arrange marriages for them. From then on, they will enjoy the same treatment as the Han people and be treated as Chinese citizens, right?"

Ye Kun nodded: "Yes, this rule has been in place for a long time."

“So I say, you are liars.”

Ruan Liang shook his head: "I have been doing hard labor for more than ten years, and I have found opportunities to learn Chinese and Chinese characters every day, but I have never taken any exams. Your rules are just a cover, and they have never been enforced!"

"Is there such a thing?"

Ye Kun blushed a little.

Because Ye Kun also knew something about the situation below.

No one really cared about the foreign workers, except to ensure that they were well fed and warmly clothed.

These are all free labor. If we make them free people, who will do the work in the future?

Over the years, millions of foreign workers have made enormous contributions and sacrifices in the various projects across China.

The coal mines, iron mines, copper mines, gold and silver mines controlled by the imperial court employed a huge number of workers.

There are 500,000 front-line workers in iron mines and 500,000 front-line workers in coal mines.

There are also lime factories, cement factories, brick kiln factories, porcelain factories, glass factories, quarries...

In short, the court used free labor wherever it could be used and never wasted it.

It is precisely because of this that China’s Kyushu region has been able to experience such tremendous development in recent years!

Without these people, there would be no Grand Canal and no railways.

There are no national, provincial, county or township roads that extend in all directions.

A huge amount of stones were used in the construction of the highway, all of which were mined by quarries day and night!

There are currently 100,000 workers working in quarries across the nine provinces of China.

The amount of slate slabs mined every day adds up to more than 100,000 cubic meters.

Thinking of this, Ye Kun still felt a little guilty.

The dock manager stood aside and whispered:

"Your Majesty, we are a small unit with few workers, so we cannot organize an exam. Moreover, no one from above has been sent to arrange this matter. We ourselves do not have the authority to hold an exam..."

"I know, it's not your fault."

Ye Kun nodded.

Taking exams for millions of workers is a big deal and requires unified arrangements and complete and detailed procedures.

A small port has neither organizational ability nor authority, so of course it cannot do this.

"That... Ruan Liang."

Ye Kun looked at Ruan Liang and sighed, "The court did not do enough or well in some areas. This is my fault, I admit it. But in large factories and mines, there are indeed labor training and promotion exams. Excellent talents have fully enjoyed the treatment of Chinese citizens. Just because you didn't see it doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

Ruan Liang didn't say anything.

Ye Kun continued, "Just now I suspected that you were sleeping on straw and eating bitter food, and had ulterior motives. This was to test you and your tolerance. Unexpectedly, this sentence shattered your hopes and aroused your desire to die.

This is also my fault and I apologize.”

Suddenly, Ruan Liang's tears came down and he couldn't stop sobbing.

Very aggrieved.

Ye Kun waved his hand: "A real man should be able to bend and stretch, and learn to control his emotions. How about this, you write a few words for me to see, if you are really talented, I can reuse you and arrange for you to be responsible for labor training and examination promotion issues."

Ruan Liang wiped his tears and nodded.

There is ready-made paper and pen in the office.

Or a quill pen.

Fountain pens already existed, but only upper-level officials and wealthy families could afford them.

Ordinary people still use quill pens.

There are also some old people and schools that insist on using brushes.

Ye Kun had no objection to the use of brushes, and even instructed that calligraphy art is a unique part of Chinese culture and must be passed down and developed.

Ruan Liang straightened his clothes, sat down at the table, picked up the quill pen and began to write.

Ye Kun stood aside and watched.

"If the youth are wise, the country will be wise; if the youth are strong, the country will be strong..."

Ruan Liang wrote quickly, and in a short while, he had memorized the entire text of "On Youthful China".

Moreover, there are no typos in the entire text, and the handwriting is neat, vigorous and powerful, making him look like the work of an old professor who has been studying for twenty years.

Ye Kun was astonished: "Ruan Liang, you are indeed a talent. Your knowledge of Chinese culture has surpassed that of most Chinese people."

Being able to recite this magnificent article in its entirety without any typos is probably not something that everyone, even students at the Faculty of Arts of Zhuojun University, can do.

Ruan Liang stood up and bowed, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the compliment."

Ye Kun nodded and asked again: "If I use you, what do you think you can do?"

Ruan Liang thought for a moment, clasped his fists and said, "If the emperor uses me, I am willing to be responsible for the training of foreign laborers, as well as the examinations and promotions."

Ye Kun smiled and said, "Can you do this well?"

Ruan Liang issued a military order: "If I don't do it well, the emperor can chop off my head."

Ye Kun changed the subject and asked, "You have a sister whose whereabouts are unknown and whose life or death is unknown. Do you want to go look for her?"

Ruan Liang was stunned for a moment, then said, "As long as the emperor gives an order, it shouldn't be difficult for me to find my sister."

Ye Kun nodded: "What's your sister's name?"

"Ruan Ling."

"Got it." Ye Kun nodded:

"Write down your sister's details and I will arrange a search. How old is she, her hometown address, when did she come to China, are there any special marks on her body, etc."

Ruan Liang thanked him, thought about it, and wrote down his sister's situation on a piece of paper.