Chapter 1215 The World’s Lighthouse is Ming Dynasty (Second Update, Please Subscribe)
"... Every one of them who was whipped by the whip of the caudillo, every penniless tenant, was crying out, Freedom! Freedom!"
"Freedom, all the land should be redistributed to everyone!"
"Freedom, every tenant farmer has the freedom to plant and sell his crops freely..."
"free……"
On the campus of the Central University of Venezuela, Chavez spoke loudly there. His call was naturally agreed by some classmates, but more people sneered at it.
After all, on the campus of this university, most of the students came from caudillo aristocratic families. They did not think that there was anything wrong with the caudillo system, nor did they think that there was anything unfree about the tenant farmers.
"Oh, my God, Mr. Chavez, since you are so generous, would you be willing to share your wealth with others?"
"Yes, Mr. Chavez, you only have your eyes on the Caudillo estate, but what about your family? Will the factory run by your family be allocated to workers?"
A well-dressed student stood up and shouted loudly.
"Ah! Freedom! All factories should be divided among the workers, and those workers who are beaten and scolded by the foreman should get their factory shares!"
"Ah! Freedom! Every worker should be a shareholder of the factory and should no longer have to endure exploitation by the factory owner..."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar around him. Then what?
Everyone there was laughing, mocking Chavez's delusions and naivety. When Chavez left, there were still people there making sarcastic remarks.
"Mr. Chavez, when will you give your factory to those workers?"
"Good man Mr. Chavez, when will you ..."
After leaving Central University, Chavez seemed very painful. He looked around and a voice appeared in his mind again.
There is a voice!
For Chavez, over the past few years, he has been hearing a voice!
What is that sound?
It is the voice of longing for freedom.
"Everything should be destroyed, and free people should enjoy true equality!"
While muttering to himself, Chavez made a resolute decision.
"I want to go to Daming!"
That night, over dinner, Chavez told his father.
"What?"
"I want to study abroad in Ming Dynasty, father. I believe that Ming Dynasty has the most advanced technology in the world. You are a factory owner. Although the products produced in our factory are facing competition from Ming Dynasty goods, if our factory wants to survive or succeed, we must introduce Ming Dynasty technology. I may be able to get some inspiration when I go there and introduce Ming Dynasty's capital and technology..."
His son's suggestion made old Chavez ponder for a moment, then he looked at his son with joy and said.
"Indeed, Ming goods are our biggest competitor. Even European goods are not as good as Ming goods. Ming goods are not only of good quality, but also very cheap. I have considered the problem you mentioned a long time ago. Now that you can go there, it is great."
Chavez Sr. agreed.
"If you decide, go for it! Go there and learn from them, and learn their techniques."
Of course, old Chavez didn’t know that for young Chavez, he wanted to go to the Ming Dynasty not for technology, but for the “dragon-slaying technique”.
What does he desire?
It is the equality of the empire!
…
"Give me a copy of Life Pictorial."
Pablo said as he walked up to a newspaper stand in Bogota.
"This is the latest issue of Life Pictorial."
The newspaper seller handed the newspaper to Pablo enthusiastically and said,
"Mr. Pablo, I've also read this issue of the illustrated magazine. There's a piece of news in the magazine saying that the Empire has invented a new gadget. Well, it's similar to a phonograph, but you can listen to music without having to buy records. If it's not too expensive, I'd like to buy one, too. If I could really listen to music every day without having to buy records, that would be great."
No need for records to play music?
What is that?
Soon he became obsessed with the life of the empire as presented in the illustrated magazines.
"This must be the latest decoration style in the Empire!"
Pablo, who was flipping through the picture magazine, was soon led into a clean apartment - the light green walls were wrapped with curved skirtings, and under the flying saucer-shaped chandelier was a fine wooden round table, on which were placed a simple enamel kettle and a glass cold water cup. There was green grass outside the curtains, and next to the green grass, there was a uniquely shaped car. Everything there presented a scene of another world.
Yes, it's another world over there!
Like many people, Pablo was immersed in this world, this bright world - beautiful apartment buildings, perfect work and life.
Even such an ordinary kitchen makes people feel like it is from another world.
“This is truly a paradise on earth!”
Once again, when Pablo was flipping through a picture magazine with great interest, he was suddenly attracted by an article in the magazine - The Rebirth of Peru. What attracted him was not only the changes that had taken place in Lima, the capital of Peru, and various cities, but more importantly, the changes that had taken place in the lives of many ordinary Peruvians.
"All Peruvian farmers got a piece of land that belonged to them. For hundreds of years, these tenant farmers - including native whites, mixed-race people, and Indians - owned their own land for the first time. Not only did they own the land, but their lives were also changed. Unlike the old days when Peru's caudillos sent troops to rob and massacre Indians, now, under the rule of the empire, the empire not only allocated land to them, but also built houses for those poor Indians..."
The wooden houses in the photos may look a little simple, but even in Pablo's opinion, the houses where the Indians live are much more beautiful than where he lives.
"Really? How can you let Indians live in such a nice house?"
Pablo muttered to himself with some envy.
"Pablo, what are you talking about?"
Just here, his colleague's words made Pablo look up and raise the picture magazine in his hand.
"Hey, Escobar, look at this. Look at the houses that the Ming people let the Indians live in. They are actually better than where we live..."
Escobar took the picture and just took a quick look at it and said a little excitedly.
"Oh my God, it's such a waste to let those barbarians live in such a beautiful house..."
In the eyes of many people, this is absolutely a waste. How can such a good house be given to those barbarians?
Barbarians are barbarians. They are not worthy of enjoying modern civilized life. However, the Ming Dynasty did the opposite - they let the barbarians live an enviable modern civilized life.
"Those Indians could live like this, and so could anybody else."
Pablo said when he saw his friend.
"No country in the world treats its people as well as the Ming Dynasty. Maybe it is an empire, but it is undeniable that, as many people say, it is definitely the most perfect country."
(End of this chapter)
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