Beautiful Another World Red Tide

Silence has many meanings.

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43 The wind and dust rush to the king's city

Father March moved slowly from the car, he slowly grabbed the side of the car, turned over and jumped off with slow movements, for a man of his age, it was too difficult to do this kind of action, he was out of breath Looking at the majestic and tall city wall in front of him, he took out a towel from his pocket to wipe his sweat and made a religious gesture, showing a satisfied smile.

In the end, he finally got his wish and came to Wangcheng smoothly. The road was not too hard, but the scene he saw along the way really made him sad. People fleeing from famine can be seen everywhere in Wangcheng from south to north. Father March's originally abundant travel expenses had been diverted by more than half because of this incident, and it was hard for him to remain indifferent.

"Excuse me, excuse me. May I ask which church Father Sun Boyang is in?"

Father March took bloated steps and waved to a passerby out of breath. When the young man heard someone asking Sun Boyang, he quickly turned his head and found Father March at a glance.

"Are you looking for Mr. Sun Boyang? What a coincidence, I'm going too, how about we go along the way?" The young man quickly took two steps forward, supported Father March and patted his chest and said.

"Thank you, young man. You have really helped me a lot. Why? Today is not Sunday. What are you going to do with Father Sun Boyang?" Father March and the young man asked as they walked.

"Father Sun Boyang? What a strange name, we usually call him Mr." The young man said with a smile.

"Why? He is no longer a priest?" Father March asked quickly.

"Mr. Sun Boyang has never done it, but, if you ask me, Mr. Sun Boyang is much better than those real priests in the city. Hey, anyway, the cathedrals in the city will not help us like this." The young man waved his hand Said with bared teeth.

"Oh, this is very helpless. There are very few upright and selfless people on the ground like Father Sun Boyang." Father March sighed.

The journey ended in the sound of your conversation. After talking with Odo, the two were allowed to enter the Iron and Steel Weapons Factory. Father March was fascinated by the tall workshop. It was really spectacular...

"That's it, Father March, I have to go to the accountant to get something, see you later." The young man waved to Father March.

"Oh! Good luck to you, Yangkov!" Father March also smiled and waved.

"Is it this way?" Father March looked at the simple two-story building. He walked up the even simpler iron stairs, step by step. He walked to the door and listened carefully to the voices inside.

It is very quiet inside, only the sound of brushing and writing. This sound is very soothing. When I was a child, I liked to sit next to my grandfather and listen to the sound of my grandfather's transcription. I felt very comfortable and happy. Maybe this is the power of knowledge?

"Is Father Sun Boyang there?" Father March knocked on the door impatiently and asked.

"Please come in, the door is unlocked." Sun Boyang's voice came from inside. Father March gently turned the doorknob and looked at the scene inside. The office is very simple. On the right is a cabinet with some books and manuscript paper, on the front is a desk with papers and books all over it, and a portrait hangs next to the window, which is the famous "The Brave Broken" Golem", other than that, the entire office does not see any luxury and decoration at all.

But this is very much in line with Father March's expectations.

He looked at Sun Boyang again, he was a middle-aged gentleman with a height of about 1.7 meters, he might be in his early thirties, but his mental outlook was very young, much more energetic than his actual age, this man Mr. Sun Boyang was writing at his desk, looking at his manuscript paper with his eyes intently, sometimes thinking and sometimes writing vigorously, it seemed that he was writing something very important.

"Please wait for me for 5 minutes." Sun Boyang raised his left hand and made a five sign.

Father March stopped talking when he saw this, and just looked at the young Father Sun Boyang with admiration, and he looked curiously at the cabinet next to him, as if to see what manuscripts were inside, just glanced at his eyes There was no way to move away, so he held his breath, tried not to disturb Sun Boyang, opened the glass cabinet, took out the manuscript he was very interested in, and read it with relish.

"As expected of a university student, he can explain these things so thoroughly." Father March praised in his heart after reading the first few paragraphs. His mind sank into the manuscript, no longer paying attention to other things, and sat on a chair beside him. He sank into it and looked up.

I don't know how long the minute hand has passed, but Sun Boyang suddenly got startled from writing. He rubbed the back of his head and suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a guest just now. This is so rude!Sun Boyang immediately looked up into the room, hoping that the guest hadn't left. He was relieved when he looked at the chair next to the cabinet. This guest was even more fascinated than him!

"Ah, it's this manuscript. I just wrote it last week, "On the Necessity of Medical Responsibilities in Factories and Workshops." I just read it to other workers and friends." Sun Boyang bent down and said with a smile.

"Father Sun Boyang, praise the Sun God, I am so happy to see you." Father March also stepped out of the text, and quickly made a religious gesture and said to Sun Boyang.

"Old man, don't worry, don't worry." Sun Boyang pulled another chair from the side and comforted him.

"Why do you call me a priest? I'm not a priest." Sun Boyang asked with a smile.

"Damn, I already knew, that young man from Yangkov had already told me." Father March said with a smile that didn't care.

"Have you been baptized when you were a child?" Father March continued to ask.

"I've experienced it." Sun Boyang originally wanted to subconsciously take out a cigarette, but when the cigarette holder just came out of his pocket, he quickly pressed it back, put his hands down and held each other in front of his abdomen and said.

"That's it, you are a priest. Although you don't serve in the Holy See, based on what you have done, you can be called a priest. You are my brother and a walker of the sun god. I think , I have no problem calling you a priest." Father March said with another religious gesture.

"This is a very novel statement." Sun Boyang did not refute, but obeyed Father March's statement.

"Old priest, what is the reason why you came to me?" Sun Boyang asked again.

"Ah, there are some things. I'm from the countryside. I came from the countryside. It's near that kid Migucci. You should know Migucci, right?" Father March leaned forward slightly and asked.

"Ah, yes, Migaucci is a very upright kid, but unfortunately, he has gone to join the army, so you probably won't see him." Sun Boyang explained to Father March.

"Enlisted in the army?" Father March was stunned for a moment, but he was soon relieved.

"Bieber mentioned to me that Miguchi is going to be an officer and is promising. It's a good thing. I'm happy for him." Father March continued.

"Father, how is the form in the countryside? How is the peasant collective doing now?" Sun Boyang got up to make two cups of clear tea, handed a cup to the priest, and asked with his legs crossed while holding a cup.

"That's one of the reasons why I came to you." Father March took a sip of his tea, sipped it, tasted it was just the most common tea, and felt more satisfied in his heart.

"To be honest, the farmers are very motivated. Those farmers without land are eager to participate, and the collective has also absorbed them. However, the resistance of the landlords is not small." Father March shook his head and said.

"Ah, yes, the resistance of the landlords is definitely not small. They will not pretend that another "landlord" appears in the village. If they want to maintain their status, they will definitely oppose it." Sun Boyang nodded in agreement.

"Would you like to talk more?"

"Okay, then I'll speak freely." Father March thought for a moment and said.

"Landlords, they are the "masters" of the countryside. You should be very clear about this. I am already over 60, and I have seen many things. Look at what they are doing now: anyone who dares to join the peasant collective will be punished. He is not allowed to buy salt and various necessities through the landlord, and he is not allowed to be seen in the village. If he sees him, he will be whipped and beaten with a stick. To be honest, these are small things, and the farmers can bear them. There is a way." Father March sighed.

"Yes, the landlord's methods are more than these." Sun Boyang leaned on the handrail with one hand, leaning his head and saying in agreement.

"The farmers' collectives can solve these problems. If they are not allowed to buy salt, the farmers' collectives will entrust others to buy it collectively. If they are not allowed to see it, everyone will walk together. But the problem is far more than that. You think you have the face of a great priest like you. The tax officials have to give you face, yes, they do give you face, they don’t dare to raise taxes indiscriminately, and they don’t dare to talk nonsense, but they don’t necessarily have to give farmers face when they give you face.” Father March smiled wryly.

"You think, these farmers have lost their land. According to the law, they are refugees. The refugees are miserable. If they are individuals, they dare to bully them. If they dare not target you, they will target those farmers. Today, a landlord will say that you are still alive. I owe money and have to go to work. An official will come tomorrow and say that you should all respond to His Royal Highness’s call to join the army and not continue farming. In addition, the money you gave is enough, to be honest, it is very difficult to solve." Father March spread his hands, speechless.

"It has to be solved!" Sun Boyang became angrier the more he listened, he stood up and walked angrily, spinning back and forth in the small office.

"This way!" Sun Boyang stopped and said:

"I will write a letter to Victor Zuo in a while, asking him to help as much as possible. I also know people who can exert some influence, and His Royal Highness Alexander, who can also provide some help." Sun Boyang He sat down again, held Father March's hand and said.

"Father, you have to work hard during this period. There are very important things, and I can't get away. Find a way to organize the peasants' force. I can provide weapons here. It is very hard at this stage, but please be sure to persevere." If it continues, life will get better and better, which is worth looking forward to." Sun Boyang said firmly.

"I understand, I understand what you mean." Father March also held Sun Boyang's hand tightly and said.

"The farmers are very clear-headed, they can persevere, and they are determined to persevere. We also know that the current conditions are very difficult, but please find a way in the future, preferably with legal protection." Father March said excitedly .

"There will be."

"Today is already the tenth."

(ps: there is another update (? o_o)?)

44 a flag

Landlords are very reactionary. Once they show their cruel and bloody methods, it is unimaginable for readers. If you know the "deeds" of reactionary organizations such as the Home Returning Group, any conscientious readers, including the author, will grit their teeth , and dealt them the most furious blow.

Sun Boyang is also well aware of this point. Whether it is a peasant collective, a newspaper office, a hotel, a hospital, or even a factory, there are huge resistance and obstruction from reactionary forces. If we say that it is not good to concentrate on the business of the factory?Then Sun Boyang would probably just smile and say: Seek common ground while reserving differences.

"By the way, I also heard from other people's conversations before I came here. You have done a lot of practical things, such as this factory, farmers' collectives, and medical halls and hotels. I really want to ask, is this too scattered? Is it? Are you wasting too much energy like this?" Father March continued to talk with Sun Boyang.

"From everyone's eyes, I probably do whatever I think of, but it's all very meaningful." Sun Boyang smiled very clearly.

"Mr. Sun Boyang! Your lunch!" Aunt Ajielina knocked on the door and shouted, holding a platform with two bowls of porridge, some yellow noodles, and a plate of side dishes.

"Oh! Lunch is here, Father, let's chat while eating." Sun Boyang got up and took the wooden board, put it on a stool, and said to Father March.

Ajielina took out another piece of bacon wrapped in cloth from her pocket, Sun Boyang was taken aback and was about to refuse immediately.

"I'm losing weight!"

"Come on, you have a guest today!" Aunt Adelina said forcefully as she put the piece of bacon on the "table".

"Thanks to your priest, Mr. Sun Boyang doesn't usually eat meat." Agelina smiled at Father March again.

"Then I'm still a great hero!" Father March also laughed. The meal was very ordinary and simple, but both of them ate very happily. Whether it was Father March or Sun Boyang, although they are not farmers or workers now, But the two of them didn't reject eating this kind of food at all, they even ate deliciously and enjoyed it very much.

"The factory is the core of everything I do, and it is also the biggest profit shop. This is very important. With the factory as the core, whether it is the Workers' Friends Hotel or the Workers' Hospital, they are all born to assist the factory. In fact, these two are not in conflict. Housing and medical care are among the most important things for workers. These two institutions actually have very little to worry about, and they can also help workers' lives, which is very meaningful. .” Sun Boyang said while picking up porridge.

"I agree with this. Many medical centers are like gold-absorbing machines. People who don't have a house in Wangcheng want to live in Wangcheng. They are easily oppressed by workshop owners. I agree with this very much." Father March ate yellow Mian Wowo replied.

"The newspaper is actually not my own newspaper. It is the result of all the officials and businessmen's unanimous discussion. We decided to open such a newspaper. One is for the supporting news station, and the other is for everyone to know about the important events in Wangcheng. , Strictly speaking, I am a proposer, and I did not know many people in the newspaper before."

"As for the farmers' collective, this is a decision I have made after consideration. I have to say one thing about this, and it is also what you have doubts about. Since the resistance is so huge, I still have to stick to it." Sun Boyang picked up his chopsticks and said .

"In the current situation, profit is actually not the most important thing. The factory is enough to bear most of the profit needs, and it is also enough to easily bear the losses of hospitals and hotels. The collective needs of farmers are even less. Wait until the first wave of crops in spring grow, the collective farmers can basically achieve self-sufficiency, so there is absolutely nothing to worry about in terms of profitability.”

"But the reason why we have to risk huge resistance to do these things, and do these things that will arouse the hatred of landlords and other medical halls and hotels, is very simple, because, in this environment, it is a banner." Sun Boyang smiled Speaking of.

"A flag? Brother Sun Boyang, you have confused me." Father March said puzzled.

"At the bottom of the Yongdalim Kingdom, the literacy rate of workers and peasants is almost infinitely zero. They may understand who is good and who is bad, but it is difficult to have a clear and objective understanding. I don't know if you have noticed that most of the workers in Wangcheng know who is good and who is bad. Me." Sun Boyang continued.

"Yes, you are very famous in Wangcheng." Father March nodded in agreement.

"This is the role of the banner. Even in the face of huge resistance, it is necessary to let workers and peasants understand that good days are not impossible to live, and good days are not non-existent. To let workers and peasants have a clear understanding, this is a kind of Alternative knowledge education, in fact, I have been mentally prepared very early, and I have long been mentally prepared for all of these to be wiped out because of major events." Sun Boyang explained calmly.

"You have great ideals in your heart." Father March looked at Sun Boyang with conviction.

"Yes, I have to have ideals. If I didn't have ideals, I would have been a rotten piece of wood." Sun Boyang laughed.

Ideals and beliefs are priceless. Now that the feudalism and the bourgeoisie have great strength, it is extremely difficult for Leszek to develop and grow. Therefore, it is very important to use other propaganda methods. The sword is biased, but it works. Now everyone in Wangcheng knows that Sun Boyang is a good example. Sun Boyang has long been prepared to burn his property because of the war. In this kind of feudal society with huge opposition, even if it is to spend a gold coin to enlighten a farmer or worker, it is worth it. of.

It may be difficult to explain clearly, or it may be difficult to understand. Different countries have different national conditions. Sun Boyang also made some empirical mistakes when he first arrived, and made wrong estimates of many situations in Yongdalim. At that time, he hadn't acted yet, so he had plenty of time to adjust and learn, and to revise the plan.

"It's really a last resort. Brother Sun Boyang, don't worry, I will try my best to help you." Father March nodded solemnly.

"Father, to be honest, I still have a doubt. What is the current situation of the Holy See?" After Sun Boyang explained his point of view, he began to ask Father March again. To be honest, the Holy See is too mysterious in Sun Boyang's eyes , There are too few ways to understand, and he has not yet fully understood the Holy See.

"It makes you laugh." Father March couldn't eat anymore after hearing this, and kept sighing.

"Although I haven't been back to the main church for a long time, I am very clear about what happened in the Holy See. It can be said that many people are simply more evil bastards than the demons!" Father March said angrily.

"Calm down, priest, what's going on?" Sun Boyang asked comfortingly.

"You should be very clear that our country is relatively tolerant of religion. This is because of the influence and history of the Holy See. At the earliest, the Holy See only believed in the sun god Polo, the light god Fuzhu, and the moon god Xiangpa. After a long period of changes, Later, many gods were added, such as the god of water and the god of the underworld. Therefore, the Holy See of the temple is very tolerant of religious beliefs." Father March explained the "secret letter" to Sun Boyang.

"The current situation is actually very simple to say, that is, the upper pope bishops are divided into two factions. One is the ascetic sect like me. We believe that the clergy serve the poor. As the earth walkers of the sun god, we should A lifetime of penance, to provide spiritual shelter for the poor children. Others, they believe, should be carried out while satisfying the living guarantee of the clergy. covered his face and said.

"Now the bishops above are arguing endlessly about this, and they are fighting openly and secretly. This trend has also spread to the bottom. Many priests and brothers have the idea of ​​enjoying the blessings, colluding with corrupt officials... bullying the poor..."

"How many ascetics like you are there?" Sun Boyang asked tentatively.

"There are many, many of us priests and brothers will get together in the new year to discuss the situation of the year. In short, please don't hate us too much. I know that in a big city like Wangcheng, there are very few ascetics like us. , probably left a bad impression on you." Father March wanted to shake hands with Sun Boyang and said.

"No, it won't be like that. With a priest like you, I have great confidence that the Holy See will get better." Sun Boyang said in admiration.

"I'm relieved by your words." Father March sighed again.

"Actually, as far as I know, there is also a monastery in Wangcheng. It is said that it is the place where Mother Teresa, the nun "brother" in the brave team, practiced monasticism in the early years. We also know something about it. The nuns and sisters there Most of them are people like us, if you need help, you can find them, and I can write a letter to introduce you." Father March recalled.

"Do you know the situation of that brave man back then? As far as I know, he is still alive?" Sun Boyang asked.

"Not sure, but if the brave man is still alive, he must be in the royal city."

"I don't know if it's him." Sun Boyang touched the small badge on his chest and thought.

"According to what you said, there is actually a struggle within the Holy See, so will it turn into..." Sun Boyang asked with a scissors gesture.

"Hiss..." Father March understood what Sun Boyang meant.

"No way..." Father March said a little uncertainly.

"Father, why don't you rest here for a few days and wait until the weather improves?" Sun Boyang put aside these topics and suggested to Father March.

"Coincidentally, I was wondering how to tell you that I want to stay for two days." Father March laughed, and Sun Boyang also laughed. The two shook hands cordially, and Sun Boyang wanted to say something again. A quick knock on the door interrupted his speech.

"Odo? What's the matter?" Sun Boyang opened the door and found it was Odo, and asked suspiciously.

"Mr. Zuoxiang's car is waiting for you outside, and they asked me to hand over a note." Odo took out a note from his pocket and said.

"Important, please come to the Prime Minister's Mansion as soon as possible, we need to discuss matters concerning the brave."

"I'm leaving now." Sun Boyang put away the note, turned around, picked up the overcoat on the chair, put it on, put on the octagonal hat, and looked back at Father March to say something.

"Go ahead, don't worry about me." Father March said with a smile.

"Okay, Odo, please take care of Father March, I have important things to do."

Sun Boyang nodded to Odo and Father March, and walked down the stairs quickly. It seemed that the bourgeoisie was ready.

45 Left Prime Minister's Mansion

There is no difference from more than ten years ago, it still looks the same, Zuoxiang’s mansion is now peaceful, several servants are cleaning the road in the big courtyard, Sun Boyang slowly gets out of the car, looks around outside, and thinks What, quickly asked the steward next to him:

"If you pick me up with great fanfare, you will definitely be discovered, right?"

"No, Mr. Sun Boyang, we removed the badge on the carriage,