At that moment, Wang Weiguo suddenly stood up and bowed respectfully.
Then he asked a question.
He said, "Old Ancestor, if that is the case, then population is the foundation of everything."
"In other words, the more common people there are, the more fortune we have. Is that right?"
"Yes, that's right." The Holy Land Old Ancestor looked at him kindly.
As though he were looking at his own obedient grandson.
Especially since this obedient grandson had castrated himself, sparing him the trouble of worrying that his son might misbehave in the future. That made him even happier...
"If that's the case, then why don't the civil officials, or Cultivators like us, concentrate our efforts on developing technologies that can greatly increase food production and population?"
"Why don't we vigorously develop Flood Control projects?"
"Why don't we vigorously improve crop varieties and farming methods? Instead, they all treat such matters as lowly professions. At most, they consider waterworks somewhat important."
"But they still do not think much of them. Instead, becoming Hanlin Academy Noble Officials is what they pursue?"
The Holy Land Old Ancestor smiled. "Hehe, good disciple, how do you know they haven't done such things?"
"Every year, they build all sorts of dikes and waterworks. They also arrange Talismans to ensure favorable weather."
"But," Wang Weiguo shook his head, "they could clearly do much better."
"They have the strength to do ten parts, yet they only put forth one."
"In other words, they merely build some waterworks and carry out some Flood Control."
"They make some farming tools and guide agricultural production, but they do not truly and urgently treat the common people's affairs as their own."
"You can see that from how they treat craftsmen as lowly people."
"They divide the people of the world into Scholars,