Chapter 799 New World (Fourth update, please subscribe)

Fellow countrymen!

Of course, compatriots are treated differently. Even the visa officer only asked a few simple questions in Cantonese, such as where your ancestral home is, where you were born, where your parents are, and how you came to the UK.

Then I got the visa, and along with it a boat ticket.

Tickets, yes, those who get talent introduction visas not only get visas, but also free tickets. For Ming Dynasty, which is determined to harvest a few waves of European intellectual leeks, it will definitely not be stingy with a few tickets.

A few days later, when he and Rutherford boarded the ocean liner bound for Yingtian, Daming Dynasty, Tang Sheng... no, it should be Gu Hongming, his name was written in Chinese characters on his visa.

"Oh, this world is so unfair!"

Rutherford looked at his friend jokingly.

"It's really hard to imagine that what many people dream of is so easy for you!"

Is it hard to imagine?

Rutherford did not think there was anything unimaginable about this. After all, Townsend was their compatriot, and it was normal for them to give their compatriots all kinds of preferential treatment.

"I……"

Gu Hongming thought for a moment, looked at the people standing on the deck, and then said.

"Actually, I don't know either. I know that my father was born in Guangdong, which was the Qing Dynasty, and I was born in Southeast Asia... fellow countrymen."

It is really a very fresh yet very familiar word.

Fellow countrymen!

This term is the thought that Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang has been instilling into all the people of the Ming Dynasty for more than ten years.

In the past, the word "compatriot" was only used to describe "fellows from the same mother", but in the Ming Dynasty all Chinese people are compatriots. They are all descendants of Yan and Huang and have the same blood.

The reason why the "compatriot concept" was constantly instilled and reinforced was because Emperor Zhu was very afraid that the overseas citizens of the Ming Dynasty would form regional concepts within one or two generations, regard their homeland China as "outsiders", and become indifferent to their Chinese compatriots, or gradually drift away from them.

Going a step further and coming up with something like "American Gaohua" would be really bullshit.

No matter what the future holds, the Ming Dynasty is a part of China. No matter how the Ming Dynasty develops, its roots are in China. The roots of all Ming Dynasty people are in China. Therefore, the "Chinese compatriot concept" is a basic concept, and it is constantly instilled into every citizen to form the Ming Dynasty version of "political correctness."

What is "political correctness"?

It is a basic principle that cannot be challenged. For this reason, when the embassy staff saw Gu Hongming, they were sincerely happy, because in the simple and straightforward cognition of the Ming people, even if Gu Hongming was born in Southeast Asia, he is still a Chinese compatriot!

Compatriots are compatriots, their blood is the same.

He looked down upon the Western devils with a cold brow and was willing to serve his fellow countrymen as a cow.

This is the attitude that an embassy should have towards its compatriots!

Of course, another reason is that the Ming Dynasty in South America is a country composed entirely of immigrants. They come from different provinces, prefectures and counties, and they even have different accents. Only by strengthening the "compatibility concept" can they clearly realize that they are a whole.

Therefore, the cultivation of the concept of compatriots is essentially a part of the national education of the Ming Dynasty. If the citizens of the Ming Dynasty were a group of slaves who "did not know that they had their own country", how could the Ming Dynasty possibly participate in the world hegemony?

Since modern times, any country that attempts to participate in world hegemony must first complete the construction of ideas, especially the construction of nationalist ideas. Therefore, the "compatriot concept" is essentially equivalent to nationalism, although it is not as direct as nationalism.

After all, it’s the Ming Dynasty!

The country was founded in a foreign land and there are millions of Hispanics in the country. If we start to use those methods right away, we will cause countless troubles, so we are compatriots!

Be more obscure!

Fellow countrymen, of course, were given special care. Even in the cabin, Gu Hongming lived in a double cabin, which was almost equivalent to a first-class cabin, except that there was no bathroom or guest room. However, Gu Hongming was extremely satisfied with this. After all, Rutherford could only live in a six-person cabin.

When Gu Hongming was feeling the support from his compatriots, most of the others on the ship were full of expectations for the Ming Dynasty. Who wouldn't be?

After all, the Ming Dynasty means a new life, a completely different life.

This is true for these scholars and young people from Europe, and even more so for their compatriots in the ancient land of China.

"When we get to the Ming Dynasty, we won't have to wear patched clothes anymore, and we can eat white rice every day."

"We can even eat meat! We have beef for every meal!"

In the crowded cabin, in the dim light, Song Yukun was holding a picture magazine he had picked up from somewhere, staring at the building in the magazine, and speaking with confidence.

"Is this house really available to everyone?"

This piece of drawing paper was from the "Life" illustrated magazine he picked up on Java Island. There was only half a copy of the magazine, but from then on, he made up his mind to go to Ming Dynasty.

"Uncle, is the Ming Dynasty really that good?"

Lying on the two-foot-high bed, Han Jiaozhun turned his head and asked.

"If you are not good, would your uncle bring you out? You are smarter than your brother. When you get to Ming Dynasty, if you work hard, you will be able to live in a big house and earn a lot of Ming Yuan in less than five or six years."

Song Yukun leaned out and said something to his nephew on the next bunk, and then he said it specifically.

"By the way, Ah Hu, from now on, you can't call me uncle anymore. You have to call me dad. Don't let others misunderstand you, okay?"

"Yes, Dad."

Three years ago, when Han Jiaozhun was only nine years old, he had to follow his brother Zhengzhun to Java in the Dutch East Indies as an apprentice because of his poor family. Now his uncle brought him to the Ming Dynasty for his own good.

"Also, from now on your last name will be Song. Um, just call yourself... Jiashu, Song Jiashu, the same name as our boss. It's a good name, noble!"

Noble!

It's not only noble, but also a relief. From now on, Song Jiashu will be our son!

Thinking about how his boss would beat and scold him whenever he made the slightest mistake in the past, Song Yukun felt secretly happy.

"Hey, I'm so awesome. Now you're our son..."

Just when I was feeling secretly proud of myself, suddenly, there was a commotion outside the cabin.

"We're here, we're here... we've arrived at Daming!"

To the Ming Dynasty!

The people who were originally chatting with each other all picked up their simple luggage. For a moment, the narrow cabin was filled with noise, and everyone walked out of the cabin with anticipation on their faces.

Daming, this is the place they have been talking about all the way. The reason why they came here from afar is to start a new life here. Now they have finally arrived...

(End of this chapter)