The oldest of these children were in their teens, while the youngest were only eight.
But no matter which of them it was, none could tolerate those hateful feudal rules.
Inside a secret room.
Sixty people were holding a class meeting.
High-rank presided over the meeting.
"When you see those nobles, you have to kowtow. You can't look around, you can't whisper to each other, you have to lower your eyes, you can't look straight at them. Just seeing a noble is an offense!"
"When you see the masters, you have to kneel and greet them. If the master doesn't tell you to rise, you can't get up!"
"What the fuck kind of bullshit rules are these!"
"We're people, not livestock!"
"Everyone is right," High-rank said. "We can't tolerate those bastards riding on our heads. We have to drag them down, sit up there ourselves, and become nobles ourselves!"
The moment he said that, the other fifty-nine people looked at him strangely.
But very quickly, that strangeness turned into relief, understanding, and even yearning.
Heh. When Wenren Sheng's gaze projected over, he could not help shaking his head.
Sure enough, even though these people had accepted Zhao Qing's modern ideas and accepted the idea that "everyone is equal,"
deep down, they still wanted to become nobles.
They had accepted modern ideas, but that did not mean they would act according to those ideas.
It did not mean they had to endure hardship, or truly become equal with others.
On the contrary, they wanted to use the knowledge they had learned to seek the status they had once envied.
Feudalism itself existed to protect the interests of those above.
Its many rules and ceremonies were all meant to establish a threshold, to fool the common people, make them obedient, and stop