I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 117 Change the World
"The future here will only get worse." Xia Ya whispered.

"Because the best people don't choose to stay here, the strong and courageous and enterprising people will go to the rest of the world to expand.

Those who are left will only be people who are not qualified enough, have no enthusiasm, have poor brains and skills, and have fallen to hopelessness. They will stay here and continue to reproduce.

Year after year, day after day, without hope.

The best offspring among them will be taken away, as long as the children here can grow up and become brave and strong men.

Will definitely have to go into the army. "

Xia sneered, "On the surface, the soldiers seem to be patriots who defend their homes and the country, but in fact they are unfortunate poor people. In order to obtain a fixed ration, they have a place to live and clothes to wear, so they donate their bodies. When cannon fodder.

This is not only the case with the Britannian Empire, but also the Spanish Empire.

You know what, Arthur.

Alicia and I actually went back to Eagle Point, and we found Mr. Foster.

He was rescued by a conscientious soldier of the Spanish Empire. Although he suffered burns in many places, he miraculously survived.

With our help, he managed to meet Mrs. Foster.

The mountains of Spain do not hate the rivers of Britannia. "

Xiaya stared at Xiaya, "If you go to the battlefield in the future, I hope you can understand this too.

Of course, this is not to allow you to show unnecessary kindness when facing the enemy.

Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

Instead, let you maintain the awe you deserve for life, and don't need to make unnecessary killings just to vent your anger. "

Arthur nodded solemnly.

Char looked out of the window through the curtain of the carriage.

"The best workers keep being picked off, and those who remain, are pathetic and depraved.

Finally, it will sink into the abyss at the bottom of the slum.

Those talents are like fine wine. They are taken away and sprinkled all over the world, becoming new blood circulation and multiplying everywhere.

And the people left behind are like dregs, they are isolated, all soaked together, and become vulgar and cruel.

When they became murderers, most of them just accidentally beat people to death with their bare hands, and foolishly handed over their fate to the executioner.

They did not have daring courage in sinning.

Someone stabbed their friend to death with a blunt knife, or smashed his friend's head with a tin can, and then sat and waited for the police to arrive.

And those husbands who are angry with their employers will only vent their anger on the women, beating their wives, and bruising their noses and faces.

But there is nothing these women can do about it. They have children to take care of and their husbands to support their families, and they dare not put their husbands in jail.

Whenever such cases go to court, the beaten wife will always cry, begging the judge to release her husband for the sake of the children.

The wives turned into shrieking shrews, or became listless, begging for mercy like a dog, even if they still had a little bit of the reserve and self-esteem of being unmarried.

This moment is also exhausted, and if you are not careful, you will fall into the abyss of depravity and obscenity. "

The carriage stopped at the end of the street, Arthur and Char walked down together, and stood still in this slum, Char's words continued.

"The superiority of one class is maintained by the continued degradation of the other.

Workers were kept segregated in ghettos and, of course, unable to escape the ensuing degradation.

Thus was created a stunted, short race.

Can you believe it, Arthur.

In the future, more and more banks, factories, restaurants, and office buildings will be built here, the land will become more and more expensive, and the rent will also soar.

And those who can't afford the rent will gather here just like these people, and the slums will become bigger and bigger. "

Arthur's face was a little pale, but he bit his lip, and an unknown flame was burning in his eyes.

"Just like Napoleon's period," Char said.

"This is an era of turmoil, but it is also an era of opportunity.

The people are in urgent need of change, but whether you can successfully seize the opportunity like Napoleon, and whether you can not fall like him depends on your own choice. "

Arthur came back to his senses and nodded solemnly, "I see, teacher."

At this time, commotion from one side attracted their attention.

A seven-foot-tall man was kneeling and begging in front of a meat stand, and beside him stood a crying, emaciated child.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, the child is not mean-spirited, it's just that he hasn't eaten meat for more than a year, and he is greedy."

A piece of meat fell on the ground. It seemed that the child was caught stealing meat from the butcher shop owner, and the child's father came to intercede.

There are no child protection laws in this day and age, and stealing, no matter how big, is punishable by jail time.

Arthur frowned and walked over, and said to the hesitant butcher shop owner.

"How much, I paid for him."

The butcher shop owner came back to his senses and said, "3 Tris and 6 Denaris."

Arthur took out the money from his pocket and gave it to him directly, then said to the father.

"Take the meat back and feed the child well."

The father looked at Arthur, his throat moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end all the words became two words.

"Thank you."

As he spoke, he picked up the meat on the ground, and quickly left here with the child.

Arthur just watched them leave quietly without saying a word.

Shaar walked over slowly and stood beside him.

At this time, Arthur laughed at himself, "Teacher, tell me, do I look like the kind you said, in order to satisfy my own hypocrisy, I occasionally give alms to some poor people and enjoy their grateful nobles?
I clearly know that there must be many more things like this, and I will never be able to help, but I still can't help it. "

"There is an old saying in the East." Shaar said, "If you don't accumulate depressions, you can't reach thousands of miles; if you don't accumulate small streams, you can't form rivers and seas.

When everyone does what they can to help those in need, they will always be able to help.

For a very difficult task, there must always be someone who stands up and does it first.

You helped him, and he will help others in the future.

A single spark will eventually start a prairie fire.

As long as you act from your heart and have a clear conscience, you will never be hypocritical. "

Arthur didn't speak, he just watched everything around quietly, his eyes flickering.

Shaar smiled and continued.

"We're done shopping here too, do we want to go back?"

Arthur thought for a while, "You go back first, I want to take a look here again, I will go back before dinner."

Shaar nodded. With Arthur's current force, there is no need to worry about safety and other issues. He also has enough ability to distinguish right from wrong.

He didn't say any more, but slowly disappeared in place.

By the time Arthur came back, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

The night covers the sky, but the stars and the moon are not seen.

But he didn't know what he had experienced, he was obviously in a trance, and his complexion was not very good.

The state is even worse than after hearing what Xia said at noon.

Xia Ya was not surprised, just sat on the armchair, picked up the teapot on the table and poured himself a cup of tea.

The peaceful tea fragrance permeates the air, calming the restless hearts.

"Did you see anything?"

"The father we met at noon who knelt down and begged for his child..." Arthur's throat moved, as if something was stuck in his throat.

"Their whole family died and committed suicide by taking poison."

Xia fell silent. Alicia didn't know what happened, but she also sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere. Her face was solemn, but she didn't speak.

"They had the best dinner of their lives."

Arthur came up with a hoarse voice, and he looked at Shaar with an unknown brilliance in his dim eyes.

"Teacher, tell me, what kind of mood did they have for the last meal?"

Xia was silent for a long time, then slowly opened his mouth and said, "I don't know, maybe. They still restrained their emotions and tried their best to talk and laugh, pretending that nothing would happen, just like New Year's Eve."

He murmured softly, "Perhaps the father had a rare bowl of wine, and the mother watched the child eating like a hungry wolf silently with a smile on her face under the dim light.

Maybe after taking the medicine, he patted the child's chest, told them a bedtime story softly, and coaxed them to sleep.

Until the scythe of death waved down, hooking away their poverty, their dignity, and their meager dreams. "

Arthur slowly raised his head, his eyes were red.

"Teacher, I want to change the world."

(End of this chapter)