Hearing Wenren Sheng's instruction, Zhao Han and Wang Wenwen felt their blood surge with excitement. They wished they could immediately throw themselves into a full-fledged, hot-blooded Industrial Revolution.
Great machines would roar, steel and gunpowder would blast apart the decadent, affected lives of the aristocracy; guns and cannons would shatter the emperors and ministers perched high above everyone else.
What "when tigers and rhinos meet, the grand dream ends," what "a thousand reds weep, ten thousand blossoms grieve," what "the jade belt hangs in the woods, the golden hairpin lies buried in snow"—they would overturn all of it. They would make it so that "women can hold up half the sky too"! "That's right. The entire Dream of the Red Chamber was only held back because the Qing Court imprisoned the Enlightenment of thought. Otherwise, with Cao Gong's literary foundation and insight, if he had seen books brought over from the West, he absolutely could have achieved a tremendous elevation and entered a new realm. He could have realized 'when women take men's roles, men too become women,' with Xue, Tanchun, Lin, Wang, and other outstanding women shouldering the burden of their family's prosperity, just like the many queens, noblewomen, and female managers in Europe," Wenren Sheng said with a smile.
"So that's how it is. Teacher, your wisdom is truly vast, and your insight runs so deep," Zhao Han said admiringly.
Little Illusion said sourly in her mind, "Look at you, getting fooled again. Old Wen is good at drawing big pies to fool people. Teachers are all like that. I just ate one of his big pies—I worked myself to the bone for a month, and you people got a month of happiness."
"I wasn't fooling you. If you had kept at it before, then at least in