Everyone has desires and ideals, and there is nothing wrong with that. But when a person has unrealistic desires, even ignores the bottom line, and intends to achieve them through despicable means, it becomes ambition.
This is not a good word, and as a result, some people still use it as a compliment with the spirit of "live as a hero, and die as a ghost", and have been using it as a compliment. The ancients have long defined it: ambition, like the heart of a beast.
Utilitarianism, pragmatism, etc., to put it bluntly, the "social Darwinism" of the 19th century is at work.
It all started from that turbulent old era a hundred years ago. Ever since Yan Fu translated "On the Evolution of Heaven", that book appeared to be Huxley talking about biological evolution, but in fact it was Spencer's social Darwinism.
When the Chinese people, who had suffered repeated defeats in wars and diplomacy, suddenly discovered that this theory was enough to explain the reason why the country was ravaged by foreign powers, the fittest would survive, and those who fell behind would be beaten.
As a result, the whole country believes in the logic that power and strength are the axioms, and believes that only those who are at the top of the competition for national power can achieve rejuvenation and stand at the top of the "food chain." The influence of this theory was so great that in the late Qing Dynasty, a young man named Hu Siji in Anhui Province changed his name to "Hu Shi", which means "survival of the fittest".
However, is our original civilization necessarily weak? Does the failure of the feudal system mean that this civilization that has lasted for five thousand years is irredeemable?
Is it reasonable to let a farming civilization compete with a group of civilizations that have been engaged in banditry for hundreds of years? After the failure, they were forced to modernize, and then said that this civilization has decayed and declined?
When one day the robbers discovered that this country had developed to the point where they could compete with them, the robbers who were accustomed to being "teachers" realized that the ancient civilization that had continued in the bones of this industrialized country was the most deadly weapon.
Emphasis on "power" over "rights" and believe in the rules of the "zero-sum game" in the "game of great powers". On the surface, he wears Hanfu and Hanjia, and talks about Chinese culture, but in his heart he firmly believes in the "social Darwinism" of the old era.
What happened between Wu An'an and Jin Kaijun was actually two modern people with Manchu ancestry. They came to the 18th century because of their encounter with Zhao Xin, and gradually became inspired by their ambitions. They tried to take a middle-of-the-road approach through reformism and seek to maximize power. the process of.
In fact, this is understandable, but the last thing they should do is reach out to Zhao Xin's family. If you can deal with Zhao Xin with one today, you can deal with all the time travelers tomorrow. However, not everyone has such a big desire. Most people just want to get a good income and go back to live their own small life.
The most commendable thing that Zhao Xin has done in Beihai Town in recent years is that he has always followed the principle of not harming his own people, and anyone who has any ideas can put them on the table and speak freely. Zhao Xin knew very well that his ability was far from enough to manage such a huge territory and he needed like-minded partners.
However, Wu Ping'an's approach will endanger everyone's source of income. The so-called destruction of people's financial resources is like killing their parents. For people like Chen Qingsong and Yu Deli, destroying their ideals is worse than destroying their financial resources. So the time travelers naturally made their choice.
When the gangster Jin San walked out of the gate of the Public Security Police Station, he found that none of his brothers came. Reluctantly, he crouched under the telephone pole opposite the police station gate and waited in the cold wind for more than half an hour before he was sure that no one was coming to pick him up.
"You're so damn unloyal (zen, four sounds)! If I hadn't gone to the treasure bureau and been beaten to get some money and food, all of you would have fucking starved to death!"
"Hey~~" Jin San said hard, and when he was about to spit out a mouthful of phlegm to vent his dissatisfaction, he saw the security police at the door of the police station opposite staring at him. So he made a "suck" sound in his mouth, turned into a stream of saliva and swallowed it directly.
Good guy, it’s so suspenseful! Not counting this time, he has already come to the police station twice for violating Beihai Town's public health regulations.
The first time was for urinating in the open after getting off the boat, and was fined ten yuan, or two taels of silver. However, facing the punishment of losing half of his net worth, Jin Sanye "would rather die than surrender", saying that I had no money, so he accepted the punishment and was imprisoned for two days.
The second time was when he encountered a third emergency in the immigration camp. As a result, the public toilet was overcrowded early in the morning, so Jin San went around to the back of the public toilet to fertilize the black soil, and was caught on the spot by the security police. If he refused to change despite repeated admonitions, the fine would be doubled. Now Jin San said he would not pay for anything, so he was imprisoned for four days.
Just because he was imprisoned twice, Mr. Jin was not that afraid of the security police. They don't beat people in the detention center, they only give them a few curse words and starve them twice. The key is that the afternoon before yesterday, he saw with his own eyes an immigrant who was rude to the security police. As a result, the immigrant took out a short black stick and hit him with a stick. The man's eyes immediately turned white and he lay on the ground curled up and twitching.
So Jin San stood up, hunched over and smiled at the security policeman, then put his hands back into his sleeves and headed towards the temporary resettlement site. After walking more than a dozen steps, Jin San finally said, "Grandson!"
After returning to the resettlement site, Jin San first went to find his companions from Tianjin. He heard from a person in a nearby tent that his companions had been sent to a village hundreds of miles away to the north yesterday. The town seems to be called Boli. Fortunately, his companions knew how to leave a message, otherwise Jin San would have been completely blind and helpless.
He returned to his residence angrily to get a towel and soap, then wandered to the public bathroom and took a hot shower. When I came out of the bathhouse and was about to take the sign and go to the canteen to get food, the civil affairs clerk came to see me.
"Jin San, your arrangements have been made. You can leave by car at the gate tomorrow morning."
"My lord, can I ask where you want the little one to go?"
The clerk said impatiently: "It's a great place, you'll know it when you go there!"
Early the next morning, Jin San packed up his things and followed hundreds of men, women, and children on the carriage heading north.
More than 4,000 immigrants from Hebei have arrived for more than two months. Except for those like Zhang Bingwen who are still hospitalized due to serious injuries, Jin San and others are already the last batch to be resettled. Originally, if he had not been imprisoned, he might have gone to Khabarovsk with a few fellow villagers.
More than twenty four-wheeled carriages formed a long convoy, moving quickly along the road from Beihai Town to Fuldan City. Jin San felt that the carriage moved fast and steadily. The only bad thing was that the cold wind kept pouring in through the gaps in the hood, making his hands and feet numb from the cold.
The mountains and forests covered with white snow on both sides of the road continued to recede, and the land outside the pass in the twelfth lunar month seemed extremely desolate. Jin San thought that he was getting further and further away from the Tianjin city where he had lived since childhood, and he couldn't help but feel sad again.
never mind! Where's the water and soil that doesn't support people? Wherever we go, Mr. Jin, he must be a copper pea that cannot be steamed, boiled, hammered, or fried.
Two days later in the afternoon, the carriage stopped at the gate of a compound under a hill. At this time, there was only one carriage left in the convoy, and the others were constantly separated on the road.
"Get off! We're here!"
Jin San and the other five families climbed out of the carriage and curiously looked at the huge courtyard in front of them. I saw a sign with black characters on a white background hanging on the gate, but no one knew what it said.
There was a heavy creaking sound, and the door made of pine wood was opened from the inside. After a while, a man wearing a badger skin hat, a dark cotton-padded jacket, and felt boots came out.
"Old Li! I've sent someone to you."
"Here you are?" The man looked to be in his thirties and walked with a limp, but his face looked good. He first greeted the civil affairs clerk at the bank, and then waved to Jin San and others: "Come in, it's warm inside."
When Jin San and the others entered the compound, a faint smell of pig manure immediately hit their faces. Then everyone followed the man through two doors and entered a large room.
There are several rows of long stools in the middle of the room, and several tables on both sides. When Jin San and the others came in, they found that there were two men in blue cotton-padded jackets in the room, carrying a bright white kettle and filling a series of water glasses. The iron stove in the corner was burning very hot, and Jin San felt that his numb hands and feet were finally coming back to life.
"Sit down, please find a place to sit." Li Laixi waved his hand and found a bench to sit on. After the other two people handed the cups to everyone, everyone took a few sips of hot water and felt a lot warmer.
"I have been cleaning pig manure for the past two days. The smell is a bit strong, but you will get used to it after staying there for a long time." After that, the man introduced himself: "My surname is Li, and my name is Li Laixi. From now on, you can call me Field Manager Li." .Why do you say this, because we are a pig farm here."
Pig farm? The new immigrants, number ten, were suddenly stunned.
At this time, the civil affairs clerk said: "Yes. This is Fuldan City's No. 3 Pig Farm. It was just established in the second half of last year. To tell you the truth, this is a good job that others can only dream of."
Li Laixi nodded and said, "What Director Wang said makes sense. I can't guarantee anything else, but you will definitely have plenty of money in your belly in the future."
As soon as these words came out, the mouths of more than a dozen new immigrants began to salivate. White flowers of fat! That's good food that farmers may not be able to eat all year round.
So after the explanations given by Officer Wang from the Ministry of Civil Affairs and Immigration and Li Laixi, Jin San finally understood what he was assigned to do.
Clean up the pig manure!
While the civil affairs clerk and Director Li were going through the handover procedures, the two workers in the house took Jin San and others to the dormitory for resettlement. Because this pig farm was just built after last year's autumn harvest, it still has separate dormitories for men and women.
The worker leading the way said that Director Li had promised to build separate houses for each family in the spring, and they would just make do in the past few months. When everyone heard that there was such a good thing, their faces showed long-lost joy.
When it was dinner time, everyone took the lunch boxes they had received before and went to the cafeteria to get food. Good guy, Director Li really told the lie. He boiled radish with oil residue, boiled cabbage with big bones, and added it with rye flour steamed buns. Whether it was Jin San or others, their mouths were full of oil and they were smiling happily.
During the first two months when the new immigrants arrived in Beihai Town, even though the canteen rarely provided meat and only cooked dishes with lard or oil residue every three days, many people still suffered from stomach upsets. There is no way, these days, northern farmers are extremely short of oil and water in their stomachs, and it is good to be able to eat without going hungry.
In the Qing Dynasty, the meat intake in rural China was very low. Not to mention the poor peasants, even the average meat intake of the landlord class did not exceed five kilograms a year. Many landlords only cut one or two kilograms during the Spring Festival. Meat dumplings.
In fact, the more a society favors farming, the harder it is for living standards to rise, and farming in the feudal era had marginal returns. Limited land and low production efficiency mean that a family of three has no time to raise more livestock after farming. Moreover, omnivores like pigs cannot just feed on grass, but must also have other nutritious feeds, which are simply not something that ordinary farmers can afford.
The pig raising industry in Beihai Town started the year before last. Mainly because as the number of people in the Northern Navy increases, the original hunting activities cannot satisfy such a large supply of meat. Although there is no shortage of fish and shrimps from the vast rivers and seas, soldiers undergo heavy training and white meat alone can no longer meet their nutritional needs.
At present, Beihai Town's method to solve this problem is to first encourage villages to carry out collective breeding so that the people can have meat for the New Year and festivals; the second is to set up special pig farms, and the pig farms are specially supplied to the Beihai Navy Logistics Department .
Early the next morning, Jin San and others followed Director Li and other workers, put on their aprons and brought their tools, and finally saw the person they wanted to serve.
In a huge steel-wood mixed shed, the pig houses made of cement bricks are neatly arranged, and there are seven or eight pigs in each pig house.
In terms of pig breed selection, taking into account climate reasons, Chen Qingsong finally chose a hybrid black pig. The female parent comes from Northeastern folk pigs and the male parent comes from Berkshire.
First of all, this thing can still move normally under the conditions of minus 20 degrees outdoors. It is resistant to cold, disease and roughage, and can safely give birth and overwinter in a simple shed. Secondly, the meat is of good quality, can be slaughtered quickly, has long and dense mane, and accounts for 90% of subcutaneous fat. The ratio is high and meets the needs of ordinary people in this era. You must know that bristle is an important raw material in industry and military supplies, whether it is for daily use, painting or machine cleaning.
"These pigs will be let out in a while, and we have one day to clean up the pig house." After Li Laixi said this, he began to assign work to each group.
Jin San grew up in Tianjin city and had never done farm work. Since he became a gangster, he has been hanging around all day long, either fighting in groups or drinking and looking for women.
He held his nose and looked into the pig pen, almost vomiting out his smoked breakfast. After the big black pigs were grunted and driven outside, Jin San and the others began to get busy.
After only working for half an hour, Jin San was already so tired that he couldn't straighten up. He leaned against the concrete wall, his nose sore and he almost cried. Pork is delicious, but is this a job that someone like him should do?
Liars, they are all liars! Talking about 50 acres of land and big iron animals to help cultivate the land is just a lie! Did you drag me here to serve a pig?
It is said that the main reason why pig pens in rural areas smelled so bad in the old days was that the feces were not cleaned in time. Large-scale pig farms are prone to breed a lot of pathogenic manure, causing pigs to become sick and require frequent cleaning. At the same time, due to the long cold season outside the customs, pig beds in pig pens need to be replaced with rice husks, hay and other bedding materials frequently.
After finally working hard until the end of the day, Jin San returned to the dormitory and was too lazy to even eat. He was lying on the Datong bunk with his back stretched out, and his mind was full of curses for Master Liu.
"What the hell! What's this called? Damn Cui Liu! There must be something wrong with that lottery!"
