"You... what in the world are you talking about?" Butcher Zhang was a little dazed.
"Nothing. Just take it as nonsense."
Lin Ke smiled.
But he wasn't actually talking nonsense.
The Great Wei Sacred Dynasty seemed less advanced than the world of his previous life, but that was only how things looked on the surface.
After all, the current Sage Emperor alone had already ruled for a thousand years.
The worlds were similar, but similar did not mean identical.
Over several thousand years, the other world had undergone changes of dynasties and advances in technology.
Over a thousand years here, the Great Wei Sacred Dynasty had done neither, but instead poured its efforts into raising the heights of individual power.
Over there, everything was a tangled mess, with one or two hundred powers on a tiny ball.
Here, all under heaven was united. Although there were the Six Clans and Six Kingdoms and the Eight Paths and Thirteen Schools, they scarcely counted as external threats.
Of course, without external threats, there were still internal troubles.
When external threats existed, all internal conflicts would shift toward those outside.
But without external conflicts, human nature dictated that people would begin wearing one another down.
Insufficient productivity? Not enough food? Not enough clothing? Or not enough houses?
Then make those of servile status work themselves to death farming, weaving, and building.
In short, their labor, creativity, and so on were used to create a beautiful world for people of other registered statuses.
In his previous life, that was how the bloody primitive accumulation of capital had worked.
Normally, there were many methods of primitive accumulation-in other words, many ways to make money, or to create value.
Capital, technology, resources, ability, and labor.
Capital, or funds, was simple: money making money, creating value through