Chapter 1302 The Republic of Ireland (3rd update, please subscribe)
"The city of New York has added in ninety-six hours a greater number of people than some of the largest and most prosperous villages in the state."
During the Great Famine in Ireland, the New World was the only hope for millions of Irish people. After being driven out of Ireland by English landlords, countless Irish people either died or left this "cursed" land to seek a better life overseas. And New York was their first stop to enter this land.
Since 1858, this cathedral named after the patron saint of Ireland has replaced an inconspicuous cathedral in Lower Manhattan and has become a symbol of the Irish. The twin spires of St. Connors Cathedral dominate the New York City skyline.
On the docks of Lower Manhattan, the Irish continue to pour in, both during the Great Famine and now. After all, compared to the discriminatory Ireland, the New World means food, opportunity and equality.
But neither sufficient food, nor opportunities and equality, can make up for the pain in the heart. Who can forget the relatives who died in the famine?
The rare warm sunlight in winter shines through the thermally-insulated wooden blinds, cutting through the darkness in the room like rays of light, with each ray of light cutting through the light and shadow.
Connors, sitting on the sofa, looked ahead. He did not notice that the light moved in an almost imperceptible way. In this not-so-spacious room, there was a shabby table and a bookshelf full of books near the fireplace.
Connors, who had been sleepless all night, stood up from the shabby sofa calmly. He was powerless to enjoy the peace, but he still let out a long sigh when he stood up.
When he stood up, the newspaper on the armrest of the sofa slowly fell down. The palm-sized article on the newspaper seemed insignificant, but the title was enough to evoke painful memories for everyone.
"The House Without a Roof - A Past Story with Britain as the Leader"
Why doesn't the house have a roof?
Because English landlords would burn down houses after driving out tenants or when they starved to death, the stone walls would not fall down. In those years, there were empty houses everywhere in Ireland.
As he stood up, Connors once again looked at the fireplace. A wooden carving of St. Connors on the fireplace once again brought back his memories. What were his memories?
It was painful, with memories of lost loved ones, his mother, sister and brother all died of hunger.
As usual, Connors left his residence carrying a calfskin handbag filled with books and went to school.
When I came to the classroom, I listened to the faint sounds in the classroom. This familiar and lingering sound was the sound of students seeking knowledge.
As Connors opened the book, another busy and fulfilling day began - a day for a university professor.
After a day of classes at school, he once again went to an Irish restaurant near the school.
Given a choice, the Irish will only go to Irish restaurants or pubs.
Just as Connors was waiting for his meal to be served, a Ming Dynasty man walked up to him.
"Professor Connors, can I have lunch with you? We can talk about something that might be of interest to both of us."
The visitor's face was full of smiles, friendly and sincere. If I guessed correctly, he must be a recruiter from the Ming Empire. In the past ten years, they can be seen in many schools in Europe and the United States, recruiting professors from various disciplines.
However, he obviously chose the wrong person.
"Sir, I think you have the wrong person. I am just a professor of literature."
Connors said.
“I might not even be able to get your visa at your consulate.”
Perhaps the Ming Empire recruited talents from all over the world, but the talents they recruited never included professors of literature, let alone English literature.
This was not even within their consideration. If he was a mechanical engineering expert, he could not only easily obtain a visa to enter Ming Dynasty, but also get a high-paying job.
But as a professor of literature, none of this has anything to do with him. This guy must have found the wrong person.
While speaking, Connors looked at the Ming man in front of him and said, "This is a very strong man." Connors couldn't help but think of the Chinese people in Chinatown. Compared with the Ming people, they were relatively thin and had no confidence at all.
In contrast, overall, the people of the Ming Dynasty looked ruddy and very healthy. This is not difficult to understand, as the people of the Ming Dynasty lived far away from the place where the tragedy occurred. Their country was strong and their people were wealthy. Although they only had a history of a few decades, they had become a powerful country in the world.
The Chinese and the Ming people are the same, yet they are also completely different.
The difference is like the difference between the Irish in America and the Irish in England.
When Connors sighed in his heart, the person sitting opposite him said.
"I didn't find the wrong person, Mr. Connors Connery."
The visitor added,
"I'm talking to you about something that you're very interested in."
It was snowing outside the window in New York. The weather in New York was still very cold in February, and the snowflakes were still very large. When the other party sat down, Connor deliberately looked out the window. He looked at the snowflakes outside the window, and an idea came to his mind.
What does this Ming Dynasty man want to talk to him about?
For some reason, a thought suddenly popped up in Connors' mind - what this person was talking to him about today was a very important matter.
But what exactly happened?
"What is it? I'm only interested in philosophy."
Connors looked at the Ming people in front of him again.
"Beyond philosophy?"
While speaking, the Ming man wrote the two letters "IE" directly on the mist on the glass window with his fingers.
Although it was just two simple letters, Connors' heart couldn't help but tremble slightly when he saw it.
He looked at the two letters in surprise, and then looked at the Ming man in front of him.
"What does this mean?"
"We all know what this means, Mr. Connors. Isn't this what you desire?"
The visitor said with a smile.
What does "IE" mean?
It is the abbreviation of "Republic of Ireland", a term that is extremely unfamiliar even to most Irish people.
But for Connors, this is not a strange term, because in the past few years, he has been talking about his ideas on various occasions. What kind of ideas are they?
The idea of establishing an Irish Republic.
His idea has been repeatedly ridiculed and mocked. After all, in the eyes of many people, it is simply wishful thinking.
There is no way the British Empire would allow Ireland to be independent. As for resistance, the British Empire is the most powerful empire in the world. How can Ireland resist?
Of course, not everyone thinks so. Connors doesn't think so, and neither do his friends.
The man looked at him and spoke to him in a tempting tone.
"A free, independent Ireland belonging to the Irish, isn't that what you want?"
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(End of this chapter)
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