MC Bookstore Chapter 226
Chapter 226
These soldiers of the tribal alliance army are large, and most of them have been treated as beasts by the upper class since they were born, so much so that they have forgotten what it feels like to be treated as human beings.
You treat them as human beings.
They may even be afraid!
“Human civilization has already entered space, but there are still countries that treat their own people as slaves and as private property that can be squandered at will.”
Fu Ming was filled with emotions.
This kind of emotion is just like when Sankara was watching videos in his previous life and saw a popular science article saying that London, England, built a subway in 1863, and at that time, China was still in the Taiping Rebellion period.
A sense of anachronism that cannot be described in words!
Wait until all the soldiers raised their heads again.
Fu Mingcai said in the calmest tone possible: “I am not a superior person, and you are not an inferior person, we are all human beings, equal Blue Star people.
We also have only one identity, that is, proletarians.
All other identities were deliberately created by those at the top in order to divide us and make us proletarians fight among ourselves.
What superior person? What low-class people?
As long as the higher-ups think about it, we can even be divided into rifle people, cannon people, tank people, helicopter people… There is nothing they can’t think of! ”
Some soldiers understood what Fumin said.
But there are still many soldiers who don’t quite understand what Fuming means.
“Commissar, what does proletarian mean?”
Seeing that Fuming’s attitude seemed to have softened, a soldier bravely raised his hand and asked a question.
The soldiers, who were noisy at first, suddenly became quiet.
They looked at the soldier with a hint of admiration in their eyes.
Because before them, they were not allowed to ask any questions to the officers, and any questions they had must be kept in their hearts.
Otherwise, all you get in return is a severe beating.
Officers would say this was questioning their superiors!
“What does proletarian mean?”
Hearing this question, Fuming was stunned for a moment.
It’s not that he doesn’t know what proletarian means, but he is surprised that there are people who don’t know what proletarian means.
Shouldn’t this be common sense?
Fuming looked at the soldier and then at the other soldiers around him. He looked at it carefully for a while.
I found that many soldiers had a trace of confusion and confusion in their eyes.
At this moment, Fuming seemed to understand.
turn out to be!
The so-called common sense in his mind is not actually common sense to many people, but he just regards these things as common sense.
Common sense is also a very valuable knowledge!
“Proletarians mean people who do not own any means of production. In your words, they are people without land.”
Fomin gave an explanation.
Seeing that Fuming gave an explanation directly, the soldiers were a little surprised, which made them deeply feel the difference between Fuming and the previous officers.
“Oh, I see!”
“It turns out that proletarians are people without land!”
“Then those who have property are those who own land!”
“If you say so, political commissar, we will understand.”
The common language made the soldiers suddenly understand, and some soldiers even drew inferences from one example.
The soldiers gradually became bolder.
Immediately, another soldier asked curiously: “Political Commissar, do you have land?”
The surrounding soldiers all looked at Fuming with curious eyes.
They also want to know, if those without land are proletarians, then is Fuming a proletarian? Or should we say property owners?
Fuming smiled and replied: “I have land, but it is allocated to me by the state and belongs to the state. I cannot buy or sell the land. So I should be considered as having no land.”
“Then political commissar, you are also a proletarian!”
“Yes, I am a proletarian too!”
Fuming nodded without hesitation.
The soldiers were somewhat surprised to find out.
When Fuming said that he was also a proletarian, there was no displeasure on his face. Instead, he smiled brightly and his eyes were full of pride.
Shouldn’t being a proletarian be a shame?
Why is Fuming still so happy and proud?
The soldiers were a little confused.
In their minds, or in the country of Sirenia.
People without land do not deserve to be called human beings, they only deserve to be called beasts, even unworthy animals.
“Political Commissar, I also have a question. I want to ask…”
Soon, many soldiers raised their own questions one after another.question.
Face these problems.
Fu Mingdu patiently gave reasonable explanations one by one.
Sometimes, he was worried that they wouldn’t understand, so Fuming also used very popular language, as if he was teaching kindergarten children.
I don’t know how much time has passed.
All I know is that it was originally a lunch gathering, and by the time Fuming finished answering all the soldiers’ questions, the sun was almost setting.
At this time.
Fuming brought the question back to the original question.
He looked around and asked: “Now, can any of you tell me why in the beginning, I said that we have the same desire?
Who can answer this question? I will use my own money to treat him to a feast, a feast that is much better than what you are having now! ”
“…”
The soldiers of the tribal coalition were lost in thought.
After a while.
Only one soldier raised his hand hesitantly.
Fuming looked forward to his questions.
In the end, what he said was–
“Political Commissar, I don’t want a big meal. Can I exchange it for money?”
“???”
Fu Ming was a little confused.
But he still nodded and replied: “Yes, you can change it into money, but can you tell me why you want to change it into money?”
“My family wrote to me saying that my mother was seriously ill and needed at least 10,000 North African CFA francs for treatment.
My family borrowed money from everywhere, but they were still short of more than 9,500 North African CFA francs. They asked me if I had saved any money after being a soldier for so many years.
I have indeed been a soldier for many years, but all our military pay was embezzled by the former officers, and there was no money at all.
Even if we are lucky and it comes to us, they will soon take it away for various reasons. Even our breath will be said that we have robbed their air and we must give them money.
If we don’t give it, those military officers will kill us. Many brothers were buried in the wilderness because they were reluctant to give them money!
I have no money, and my family has no money either. If there was no more money, my mother would die of illness in bed. ”
At this point, the soldier’s mood collapsed, and tears began to well up in his eyes.
Fuming replied softly: “As long as you can answer the question I just asked, I will exchange the meal for money and give it to you. Although it won’t be too much, I think it should be enough to treat your mother’s illness!”
However, Fuming’s answer.
What was exchanged was the soldier’s silence.