[Comprehensive] Mr. Erdao, a human trafficker

As said above, Giuseppe Garibaldi was a true Italian hero.

In 1860, he led the "Army of Thousands" alone to Italy, without any support from the government, without any support of weapons, to complete what Cavour considered "the cause of madmen".

It seems to be hitting a stone with a pebble, but with Garibaldi's superb tactical command and the high morale of the volunteers, the king's army entrenched in Sicily withdrew.

In less than twelve days, a large area of ​​Sicily belonged to Garibaldi, and most of the original kingdom's army was defeated without a fight.

Garibaldi, who originally occupied a large area of ​​land, could have become king on the spot and established his own kingdom, but he surrendered to King Emanuele II of Sardinia.

"I fought in the south, not for fame or fame, nor for personal gain."

He said so.

After that, he actively planned to attack Rome, which was incompatible with the government's plan.

Garibaldi organized a volunteer army and camped on the high ground. The army belonging to the Sardinian dynasty suddenly surrounded them.

Garibaldi had no intention of fighting against each other. He came to the position alone, waved his hat and shouted: "Don't shoot, long live Italian unity!" The disciplined volunteer army did not fire a single shot, but the Sardinian army fired all guns, and a stray bullet hit the enemy. Garibaldi's ankle, and he himself was captured shortly thereafter.

If you come here, it's just a drama for ambitious people to cross the river and tear down the bridge. It's ridiculous but not uncommon.

When fighting against Austria in 1866, the retreating Italian government once again thought of this brave and capable hero.

Have you gone through all this disheartening for the heroes of Italy?

No.

Regardless of previous suspicions, Giuseppe Garibaldi was ordered in danger, fought the only victory in the "Third War of Independence", and was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue...

There is a truce.

Under pressure from Germany, the government ordered Garibaldi to withdraw.

"Obbedisco," he replied.

However, he still did not give up. He had been suffering from the inaccessibility of the French garrisons stationed around Rome, and his eyes were fixed on the Papal State.

The irony is--

At the same time, the princes, nobles and upper classes are still drunk, enjoying power, and are indifferent to other things.

Port of Messina in Sicily.

Rows upon rows of huge ships are moored in the port, and the huge sails and masts have long been stowed, and their heights are far higher than people's houses.

This is a cargo ship from all over Europe, Africa, America... and even farther into the Far East.

The carriages and warehouses are not far from the shore, waiting to carry the daily cargo volume.

The road is straight and leads to the town.

On the square across the street, the busy trading market has already started a new day.

"The silk from the Porcelain Kingdom, unload it carefully, don't get it dirty, you won't be able to afford it if you lose your heads, and you still expect to make a lot of money from them!"

Well-dressed businessmen stood on the port, watching boxes of goods unloaded from the docks and shipped to warehouses rented for deposits.

"Give it a few more days, I'm raising money... The next batch, the next batch, will definitely turn losses into profits!" In a bank near the trading market, a dusty-faced businessman pleaded humbly.

With risks come benefits.

With benefits come risks.

The more determined you are to take risks, the more you will gain;

This is the difference in vision.

Is there any way to make steady income without taking risks?

"It was fine before, but after the Pengelie family took over Messina, everything became unbearable..."

The merchants complained.

"In the past, it was just a tax on growth. Although there is no tax now, Peng Lie does not allow fraudulent transactions, let alone excessively raising prices...It is ridiculous where to make money."

"The regulations on factories are even more absurd, minimum wages, personal security, working hours... There is no place like this in Italy!"

"But I have to admit that under Vongola's management, at least there is no need to worry about the goods being robbed by the nobles forcibly lowering the price..." a businessman whispered.

"Unless the business related to Vengley's area is rejected, violations of the regulations will inevitably be targeted by members of the Vengley family. Several families and organizations have been destroyed in this way."

"But this damn family is still expanding, and more and more civilians join them to bring this family to their own town!"

When it comes to this, there is a lot of indignation.

The big deal is not to do Vengley's business... It's easy to say!Who wouldn't want to shy away from the edge when the family's governing territory expanded to an unavoidable extent?

Suppressing tax rates, restricting the implementation of aristocratic privileges, cracking down on family organizations that cross the line... This kind of family is actually thriving?

- Land, food and people are all shaped by war, struggle and the desire for independence.

Peasants and civilians who have been exploited and suppressed can only find another way of life.

The passing carriage passed by the raised loess, and behind the ashes and ruined houses beside the road was a grain warehouse.

This is far from the harvest season, and the warehouses covered by thatch are very empty.

The guy in white stockings and the girl in the national dress dance face to face, surrounded by children and young people who are standing or lying down, humming cheerful and enthusiastic tunes.

Whirling, skirts flying——

This is the familiar national tarantella dance, which is said to be a detoxification method after being bitten by a poisonous spider.

"Cecileo, are you really going to the mine?"

"The price of goods in the city is getting higher and higher, and the harvest of the land is not good. Going there can at least save you my own expenses and let you live. Anna, there is no way!"

"But," Anna choked up with tears in her eyes, "this is obviously very dangerous, and you will lose your life!"

The workers in the mine are mining minerals with their lives. There is no security, no subsidies, no human rights...

"If I stay, won't I?" Cecilio sneered, "One tax for landlords, one tax for nobles, one tax for the government, and the annual harvest is enough to pay off the debts of the previous year, but not enough to live on... Let alone such a time!"

"I'm at least going to find a way out!"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a stiff voice caught his words.

"Heh, since you're in the mood for death...then come with me!"

The young man who was passing by had a grim expression, extremely short black hair on the sideburns, and a well-tailored black suit.

He frowns coldly, his expression is a mixture of arrogance and ferocity.

It was Sivnora.

"Who are you?" Cecilio stepped forward to block Anna, looking warily at the person coming.

Sivnora's eyes showed appreciation, as if seeing an ant that satisfied him, he curled his lips and said, "The family you belong to is Vongola."

It's not "future", but it seems that this young man with short silver-gray hair will definitely submit to himself.

"Vongola...?"

"Yes, is that Vongola..." Anna poked her head out behind him and asked courageously, "Vengola from Sicily?"

"—Anna?" Cecilio looked back in surprise.

"I heard Roselle mention it before." Anna explained in a low voice.

Having said that, Cecilio also recalled it.

but--

Cecilio didn't believe in such a mafia family as Russell described.

They have always oppressed the common people, only cared about their own interests, and protected the interests of a small number of people... This is what the nobles and princes always do when they form gangs with these mafia families.

And the military and police themselves were not useless—at least on the surface, the rampant arrests of law-and-order disturbances had dampened the activities of Mafia families.

...Although in fact secretly still do what should be done.

The common people have no sense of security at all under this kind of government.

It also laid the groundwork for the emergence of various political schools and cultural classes... from anarchists and bomb-throwing radicals to intellectual revolts and rioting workers.

Government administrators are like the delusional and ridiculous Don Quixote, "fighting against the windmill", unable to understand and solve the problems that plague the lives of civilians at all——

The author has something to say: It’s interesting to say that in 1899, when the great powers divided up territory in China, the Italian government got involved and wanted to lease it—we all know it’s okay to return it—well, Sanmen Bay, Zhejiang, and then Empress Dowager Cixi uttered the only quite arrogant refusal:

"I won't give him even a handful of loess."

... Enough to see the status of dog-hate in 19th-century Italy? ? ? ?