Chapter 434: The End
It’s not that the emotional relationship between you two is getting worse, but the cooperative relationship between you two is getting worse.
You know very well that unless you rebel, you will always have this problem.
but……
"When I return, your memory as the emperor won't be of any use, right?"
You looked at the starry sky and asked yourself in your heart .
But looking at the swaying flowers and plants, and the countless bustling people, you thought for a while, then left in anger.
"A boring thought."
But the emperor was determined to stop the further expansion.
You know he read your dad's book, too.
In the forty-third year, the emperor died suddenly and the new emperor ascended the throne.
In the 44th year, the new emperor died suddenly and the new emperor ascended the throne.
In the forty-fifth year, Emperor Xinxin died suddenly, and Emperor Xinxinxin ascended the throne.
But at this time, the imperial power had become precarious, and the first thing the emperor who came to power did was to take action against your Ministry of Works and put you in prison.
You couldn't help but shake your head in the prison. This was not what you wanted because you knew who did it.
Your disciples.
As expected, as soon as you entered the prison, you were "invited" out.
Looking at the court officials kneeling at your feet, you couldn't help but sigh.
You really have no intention of competing.
But unfortunately, these 'common people' want you to know their sufferings.
You closed your eyes, looked at your brother standing across from you, and spoke.
"kill."
The new emperor died, the old court collapsed, and you did something that everyone was satisfied with.
parliament.
The officials of the imperial court began to divide the power in this world and traveled everywhere as much as possible, while your younger brother accompanied you, did scientific research with you, and helped you solve problems.
You are relieved because although this mechanism is cruel, it allows you to better advance technology.
At the end of the year, you finally made a stable generator and electric motor that could be mass-produced. Although the quality was very poor, it was acceptable for that era.
You finally smiled, because with electricity, light bulbs and other things were no longer a problem.
Human civilization has taken another step forward.
But your brother left after seeing your smile.
One night.
He found you who were optimizing the design with the wine in his hand and shook the bottle at you.
"I've always been jealous of you, brother."
Your brother said this, looking at the moon in the sky.
"You are loved by your father and your mother. You are naturally knowledgeable and talented, like a god. As for me, apart from being a little smart, I can only be praised by my parents for being obedient. I have thought countless times about what I would be like without you."
You remained silent. When your younger brother was born, you had already started to get busy, so you actually didn't get to spend much time with your younger brother.
"At first I tried to catch up, but unfortunately, compared to you, I could do nothing. You are the perfect me that I envy and admire, but can never reach. So, I agreed to your proposal and went to Australia with my father. But there, I finally discovered your shortcomings."
Your brother burst out laughing.
"Brother, you are not a human being at all."
You are silent.
"You have never considered yourself an ordinary person. Ever since I can remember, you have always been thinking about how to make other people's lives better and make the world less cruel. So when I learned that you rarely smiled because of the large number of slaves, I knew where I had won over you."
Your brother pointed to his heart.
"I am still a human being, but you have already regarded yourself as a god! You always think about the people of the world! You are even crazy enough to sacrifice yourself, protect us family members well, and then become the sacrifice yourself! It seems that something is chasing you, as if something is forcing you."
"So I finally beat you, brother."
"Because I have lived my whole life to protect our family."
Your brother stood up and he put his glass down.
"Father always said that both of us were his proud sons. I always thought that he was comforting me, but when I saw you in the prison, I understood."
"Father is always right."
Your brother walks off laughing.
"I will never feel inferior to you again, brother!"
In the forty-sixth year, you start making more things, but unfortunately, society's development can no longer keep up with the speed of your inventions.
In the forty-seventh year, you handed over the development of hybrid grains and fertilizers to your students and started doing other things because you found that as you got older, you often couldn't keep up with the thinking of young people.
And the answers to their questions can all be found in the books you wrote, because you have never kept anything to yourself.
Just like mathematics, there are already countless people in this empire who have surpassed you.
In year 48, you start optimizing little things.
In the forty-ninth year, many young talents have surpassed you in many things.
In the 50th year, your two daughters became the president of the Academy of Sciences and the director of the Social and Labor Administration Bureau respectively. As a result, women's labor force was finally liberated.
In the sixtieth year, you successfully made the telegraph.
In the sixty-fifth year, you increasingly felt the lack of thinking and the lack of ability to act. After thinking it over again and again, you gave up many of your positions and found suitable successors for them.
In the seventieth year, your two wives died in their sleep. You did not cry, but accepted the fact calmly.
In the seventy-fifth year, you woke up from your dream and subconsciously called your parents, but they didn't come. Then you called your two wives.
Cold rain outside the lonely window, candlelight dripping.
Your brother came over and handed you a glass of wine.
You looked at his equally old face, the two of you smiled at each other, then hugged each other and cried bitterly.
In the eightieth year, your younger brother passed away before you. You looked at his coffin, sighed and left. In the same year, your daughter, who had never married because she agreed with your concept of gender equality and had worked for this concept all her life, also died in her sleep due to overwork.
In the eighty-first year, you walked through the countryside.
Look at the golden wheat waves that stretch all over the sky and connect to the ground, look at the rice in the paddy fields that almost hangs down to the water surface, look at the planes whizzing through the sky, look at the steam ships sailing in the river, look at the bright and clean school, look at the young people with confidence and sunny smiles on their faces.
You walk slowly because this is everything you have created, or rather, it is the prelude to the world you want to see, a picture that has never existed but has been forcibly pulled into this country by you.
