[Infrastructure] Rose kissed Barcelona

More than ten days ago, Joey asked Olanpu: "How is the progress now?"

"My joint letter signatures are almost collected," Olanpu replied without hesitation. "After collecting all the signatures, I will submit the bill to the parliament, and then promote the bill to be passed."

Sounds perfectly reasonable, but somehow Joey always has that "open the fridge door and stuff the elephant in it" feeling.

She thought for a while: "The bill of the parliament must be proposed by the members? Who proposes it?"

"My brother is a member of the city council. He promised me that as long as I can gather signatures, he will help me submit the bill."

Joey: "... that's really nice."

This is not surprising. The Western political arena is originally dominated by family politics, and families also manage politics as a family business. If a family is powerful enough, it can even control the entire political arena.At the same time, politics and business will also promote each other and help each other gain more voice in their own fields.

A big family like the Batllo family, which is both political and commercial, naturally belongs to the famous families in Barcelona.

Although Olanpu has become an outlier in the family because of her radical activism, it is clear that someone in her family still loves her.

"But after submitting, you must get a majority of votes to pass," Joey mused, "Can you get so many votes?"

Olanpu smiled determinedly, his green eyes gleaming like a cat: "I have mobilized many people. From young girls to old women, from all walks of life. They will march with me in the streets. If the men don't vote , we smashed windows, stormed into the parliament hall and set fire to the building in front of them."

"Uh, wait," Joy confirmed to her in astonishment, "You're not serious, are you? Arson? Isn't this vandalism of public property?"

This is a bit too hardcore.

"Of course I'm serious." Olanpu folded his hands on his chest, "Only in this way can we show our determination and tell them that we are very angry!"

Joey was silent.She didn't know that at the beginning of the feminist movement, women expressed their protest in such an earth-shattering way.

But she still had some doubts: "Will this really work?"

According to her understanding, the result of doing so should be arrest by the police, and it may leave a bad impression on ordinary people, which in turn makes it difficult for the proposition to gain more support.

"How do you know if you don't try?" Olanpu laughed.

It turns out that I haven't practiced it yet... Joey has a headache.

She was not yet very familiar with the political environment of the era.Facing the initial rise of feminism, she was not sure whether some of her cognitions were advanced wisdom or unrealistic utopia.

"Olanpu, I have a different opinion." She said frankly.

Olanpu made a "please" gesture: "Speak, I'm listening."

"If we want to solve gender equality treatment at the legislative level, I think we should start with the reason why the original legislation had this problem—society does not recognize that women and men have the same ability and can do the same things."

In this day and age, it is still widely believed that women are weak and unreliable, both physically and psychologically.

"Then, maybe what we should do is to show enough strength—forgive me, my idea may be more realistic. Whether it is a demonstration or a bill, in the final analysis, we still need those men to vote for us. And I think, this Transformation cannot be achieved through destructive behavior."

"It's as if everyone's carriages are driving on the same road. If someone suddenly stops in the middle of the road and affects everyone's traffic-can this solve the problem?"

"The protest is to let them know what we think." Olanpu leaned back in his chair. "The truth is that some people don't have a carriage at all, or the carriage is broken and cannot move-but who knows? Who knows?" Care?"

"Blocking them in the middle of the road and preventing everyone from passing is to let them know what life is like for these people who don't have a carriage."

It makes sense to say this.but--

"And then?" Joey asked back, "Will they change our minds when they know what we think?"

"This unfair phenomenon is obvious. No normal person will ignore it. They have the responsibility to respond to our doubts." Olanpu emphasized his tone.

"Yeah, as you said—they're just 'responsible.'" Joy also emphasized that last word.

"Maybe I'm pessimistic. But I feel that other people's sympathy or moral sense can never be relied upon."

As she spoke, she was also clearing her mind: "The only way is to make yourself strong enough - strong enough to have enough weight, so that they have to negotiate with you."

Olanpu shook his head: "Of course there is a way. But for most people, it is not so easy. Not everyone can become Miss Fernandez."

"Of course, I understand what you mean." She smiled, "If you are willing to work with us on that road, of course it is very good."

"But you don't have to persuade me anymore. We have accumulated anger for a long, long time. Witches, original sin, the weak... We just want to tell them in this fierce way that we will not endure it any longer."

Olanpu's eyes seemed to be ignited with a green fire: "We give up one house, and they will occupy two more of our houses. And if we want to destroy three houses, they will say-well, well, It’s not impossible to give you a house.”

Joy thought that she might not be able to convince Olanpu.

"In that case, Olanpu... wish us luck."

She thought for a while, and added: "Be careful."

……

"Olampe Batllo continues to organize feminist protests in the Plaza de Santo Jome."

Joey was sitting in the living room flipping through the newspaper.

The slanting sunlight filtered through the stained glass, and the iridescent spots on the ground were slowly fading.

The sky seemed to darken, which was unusual for this point-Joy looked at the dark clouds gathering outside and turned on the light.

On the second day of the Salon at the Casa Fernandez, Olanpu started exactly on time for what she described as a demonstration.

"Crazy women with hammers smashed first floor glass of City Hall building before throwing stones in. Parliament was in recess at this time so no casualties - but Police Department sternly warns about involvement in related activities personnel." The reporter reported.

Joey sighed and continued to scroll down.

The news on the next page concerns her.

"In-depth Interpretation - Mahjong: Ancient Wisdom from the East"

"Dear reader, haven't you tried mahjong yet? Then you have been left behind by the first wave of this summer."

"This exquisite and dexterous game originated from the mysterious and distant East, full of beautiful oriental sentiment, it is the best choice for you to kill time."

"But of course Mahjong is more than that - it's a high art that showcases intelligence and strategy. Yes, there's an element of luck to it, but if you're smart enough, you can still use calculations to make yourself invincible Moreover, the essential communication link in the process of playing mahjong can enhance the relationship between you and your beloved."

"Orders can be made at 27 La Rambla..."

Not a bad marketing piece, Joey thought.If she was a local with money and leisure in Barcelona, ​​she would probably be willing to buy it and give it a try.

The same is true - Mahjong is selling pretty well.In addition to the basic operation of bamboo, the upper class soon began to pursue luxury customization made of bone or even ivory.

Rumbling--

At this moment, a white light instantly illuminated the entire sky.

The thin and dense raindrops are like countless transparent silver swords, hanging high and piercing the ground.

The rain curtain of crystal gray is continuous, as if it wants to draw a successful end to the rainy season in the winter half of the year.

This rain announced the end of the spring of 1874.

There was an endless curtain of rain falling from a huge black cloud, the last of the cold snap over the Atlantic.

The cold current landed from the Cantabrian mountains on the northwest coast, and crossed the plateaus, hills and mountains in northern Spain. The surface of the vegetation along the way slowly bloomed crystal white frost flowers, as if a deadly curse appeared.

It goes all the way east, exhausting its strength in the depths of the Pyrenees, and finally returns to the blue and quiet Mediterranean.

The city of Zaragoza, located on this belt of dark clouds, is also torrentially raining at this moment.

On Pilar Square, the cathedral of the Notre-Dame Basilica, which is famous for its beauty in later generations, is now submerged in thick fog. In the dark rain curtain, only a towering colossus can be vaguely seen, and the eleven domes seem to reach out in despair. The skinny palm of the sky.

The frosty cold wind passed through the half-closed door, blowing the dark red candlelight to flicker, and a tall figure in a robe was reflected on the wall, dancing slightly with the firelight.

"You say—you've seen this crown?"

Step by step, he slowly walked down the altar, stepping leisurely through a half-frozen dark red—the blood belonged to the bishop who disobeyed him.

At his feet, the forehead of the person kneeling on the ground was pressed to the ground, speaking incoherently: "Yes, yes! That was probably last June—Your Majesty, when I first saw this crown, I thought it was not generally!"

The jeweler who was arrested in Zaragoza clasped his hands together, and both hands trembled uncontrollably.

Too bad luck, he thought with despair.It was just a trip to buy antiques, but it ended up hitting the muzzle of Carlos, who is known for his cruelty.

God, I pray to you in your church, let me trade this news for my life.

In front of him, one person held a picture with both hands, on which was a beautiful crown inlaid with diamonds and pearls.

"Oh." The corner of the mouth of the man in the bishop's robe was slightly hooked, drawing a strange arc, "Barcelona."

He walked around the jeweler unhurriedly, his tone could not tell whether he was happy or angry: "I have obviously installed someone. It seems that the knight's sense of honor is really not worthy of trust."

An officer next to him bowed lowly: "That's right. As His Majesty has repeatedly taught us, only fear from the bottom of the heart can bring surrender from the bottom of the heart."

Carlos stopped beside the jeweler, lowered his head and asked him, "What kind of crown do you think this is?"

The jeweler, who was almost hysterical, saw the hope of life for a moment.He raised his head abruptly: "I think this may be an exquisite craftsmanship exclusively used by the royal family! Your Majesty, you must understand what I mean."

Carlos didn't answer him, but just raised his eyes lazily, as if unintentionally glanced at the officer who had just spoken.

"Bang." A dull sound came out from the main cathedral, and immediately dissipated in the boundless torrential rain.

In the dim cathedral, Don Carlos picked up a bronze seven-branched candlestick, and the robe that was originally casually slid down to the ground, just covering the slowly flowing blood.

He leaned over to the candlestick and took the time to blow out the candles one by one.

The moment the fire finally dimmed, he smiled contemptuously.

"I got you, Alfonso."

The author has something to say: I coded this chapter on the plane, and I haven’t had dinner yet, I’m really going to vomit blood QAQ

Thank you Bianhuhu for the cute mine~ I’m sorry to all the little angels, the author’s ability to bacterium is limited, and I also want to ensure the quality of the update, it’s really impossible to update daily while on a business trip... I’ll try my best in two days in the next few days One more.

Because the application for signature was repeatedly rejected to edit the article, so this unsaved manuscript ran naked orz cried and vowed to save the manuscript next time!Save the manuscript!Save the manuscript!If you want to put tens of thousands, you can put tens of thousands!