I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

"This place will only get worse in the future." Xia Ya whispered.

“Because the best talents will not choose to stay here, those who are strong, courageous, and enterprising will go to other places to open up territories.

What will be left behind will only be people with insufficient conditions, no enthusiasm, poor minds and skills, and hopeless people who will stay here and continue to reproduce.

Year after year, day after day, hopeless.

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

You will definitely have to join the army. "

Xia Ya sneered, "Soldiers appear to be patriots who protect their homes and the country, but in fact they are poor poor people who sacrifice their bodies in order to obtain fixed rations, a place to live and clothes to wear. Be cannon fodder.

This is not only true of the Britannian Empire, but also of 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 from the Spanish Empire. Although he was burned in many places, he miraculously survived.

With our help, he successfully met with Mrs. Foster.

The mountains and rivers of the Spanish Empire will not hate the rivers of Britannia. "

Xia Ya looked at Xia Ya, "If you go to the battlefield in the future, I hope you can understand this.

Of course, this does not mean that you should be unnecessarily merciful when facing your enemies.

Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

Rather, let you maintain your due respect for life and avoid unnecessary killing just to vent your anger. "

Arthur nodded solemnly.

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

“The best workers are constantly being picked away, and those who remain are pathetic and depraved.

Eventually they will sink into the abyss at the bottom of the slums.

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

The people left behind were like dregs. They were isolated and all soaked together, becoming vulgar and cruel.

When they become murderers, most of them just accidentally beat people to death with their bare hands, foolishly leaving their fate to the executioner.

They do not have the audacity to commit crimes.

Some people stabbed their friends to death with blunt knives, or smashed their friends' heads with iron cans, then sat down and waited for the police to arrive.

And those husbands who are angry with their employers will only take it out on women and beat their wives until their noses are bruised and their faces are swollen.

But these women have nothing to do about it. They have children to take care of and rely on their husbands to support their families. They dare not let their husbands go to jail.

Whenever this kind of case goes to court, the beaten wife will always cry non-stop and beg the judge to let her husband go for the sake of the child.

Wives become screaming shrews, or become listless, wagging their tails and begging for mercy like a dog, even if they still retain a little bit of the reserve and self-esteem they had when they were unmarried.

This moment is also wasted, 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 the slum. Char's words continued.

“One class is able to maintain its superiority because of the continued degradation of another class.

Workers were continually segregated into ghettos and, of course, could not escape the degradation that followed.

A race of stunted dwarfs was thus created.

Do you believe it, Arthur?

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

And those who cannot afford the rent will gather here just like these people, and the slums will get bigger and bigger. "

Arthur's face was a little pale, but he bit his lip, with unknown fire burning in his eyes.

"Just like Napoleon was in that period." Char said.

“This is a turbulent era, but it is also an era full of opportunities.

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

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

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

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

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. The child is not evil-minded, but he hasn't eaten meat for more than a year and is greedy."

There was a piece of meat falling on the ground. It seemed that the child was caught stealing meat from the butcher shop owner, and the child's father came to plead for mercy.

There was no child protection act in this era, and anyone who stole something would be jailed no matter how old it was.

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

"How much, I paid for him."

The butcher shop owner came to his senses and said, "3 tris 6 denaris."

Arthur took out the money from his arms and gave it to him directly, and 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 his words turned into two words.

"Thank you."

With that said, 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.

Xia Ya walked over slowly and stood beside him.

At this time, Arthur laughed at himself, "Teacher, tell me, am I like the nobleman you said, who occasionally gives alms to some poor people and enjoys their gratitude in order to satisfy my own hypocrisy?

I know clearly that there must be many more things like this, and I will never be able to help, but I still can't help but come over. "

"There is an old saying in the East." Xia Ya said, "If you don't accumulate depressions, you can't reach a thousand miles; if you don't accumulate small streams, you can't build a river."

When everyone does what they can to help those in need, help is always available.

For a very difficult thing, there is always one person who has to stand up and do it first.

If you help him, 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 looked at everything around him quietly, his eyes flashing.

Xia Ya smiled and continued.

"We've finished shopping here, do you want to go back?"

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

Xia Ya nodded. With Arthur's current strength, there is no need to worry about issues such as safety. He also has enough ability to distinguish right from wrong.

He didn't say anything more, but slowly disappeared from the place.

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

Night covered the sky, and no stars or moon could be seen.

But he didn't know what he had gone through. He was obviously in a trance, and his expression was not very good.

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

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

The peaceful fragrance of tea fills the air, soothing the irritable people.

"Did you see anything?"

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

"Their entire family died. They committed suicide by taking poison."

Xia Ya fell silent. Alicia didn't know what happened, but she also noticed that something was not right in the atmosphere. Her face was solemn, but she had no words.

"They had the best dinner of their lives."

Arthur walked up with a hoarse voice. He looked at Xia Ya, with an unknown brilliance in his dim eyes.

"Teacher, tell me, in what mood did they eat their last meal?"

Xia Ya was silent for a long time, and then slowly said, "I don't know, maybe. They are still restraining their mood and trying hard to talk and laugh, pretending that nothing will happen, just like the Chinese New Year."

He murmured in a low voice, "Perhaps my father drank a rare bowl of wine, and my mother silently watched the child with a smile under the dim light, feasting like a hungry wolf.

Perhaps after taking the medicine, he would pat the children's chests, softly tell them bedtime stories, and coax them to sleep.

Until the sickle of death swung down and took away their poverty, their dignity, and their meager dreams. "

Arthur slowly raised his head, his eyes red.

"Teacher, I want to change the world."