As soon as the morning dawned, the whistle for breakfast was blown, but not many people went to eat, and many of them had a sense of panic and anxiety on their faces. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Last night, words they had never heard before, which made them feel lost and frightened, spread among the workshopmen's dormitories. Almost no one reads, it is just word of mouth, and the content of this word of mouth makes them a little scared and overwhelmed.

No one knows who these words first came from, but it was like a wildfire in the autumn wasteland, and soon the clouds and smoke were scattered, and there was some momentum that burned the sky and the earth.

The words were long, but they were remembered clearly by every workshop worker, because they spoke to their hearts when they wanted to say it, but they didn't dare to say it, and they didn't know how to say it.

It was as if they had come out of nowhere, and some people might know the source of the words, but those who knew would not say it, because they trusted the person who told them.

Even if you want to tell the truth, some people will think of the dead bodies that were picked up by the lake yesterday, and they will think that many people in Onozawa are different from slaves elsewhere, many of them have killed their masters, and there is a lot of blood on their hands, and there is never a time when they dare not kill someone.

Many people who eat in the canteen firmly believe that this may be their last breakfast these days, so they eat a lot and feel like throwing up.

Those who had no food to eat lay quietly in the dormitories, and they were told not to do anything, just lie down.

When the manager of the workshop came to the dormitory and asked the people why they did not go to work, they replied simply: "It is too cold, we have no winter clothes, and if we continue to work, we will get sick and be thrown on the island." ”

"But if you don't work, you won't have anything to eat, and you will be whipped if you disturb the normal work of the workshop."

"That's better than freezing to death. Sooner or later, it's a death! ”

The answer was loud and tough, but there was no physical altercation, but rather a normal, person-to-person conversation.

After the managers reluctantly left, the workshop workers lying among the leaves once again sang the words they had heard the night before.

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For every workshop worker like me, there is something I want to tell you.

And in the rest of the towns, they told us that their blood was nobler than ours. So we are born slaves, they are born masters.

Don't be fooled, because you've all heard Ji Xia tell the story that our ancestor split the heavens and the earth and threw us out with mud in his likeness, and everyone is the same.

If you don't believe it, you can strip naked and find that we are the same as those who drive us to work, with the only difference being that they have more fat on them.

Those who say that their blood is nobler than ours are nothing more than putting on noble garments, and if we wear theirs and they put on ours, then who is noble and who is low in the eyes of those who do not know?

Speaking of clothes, those people wear warm fur, and they sometimes dislike that fur is not good-looking, and even a little stuffy.

But what about us? We made those furs, felt, and winter coats, but it was not our turn to put on an ugly winter coat to keep out the cold.

We made all those winter coats. The people in the Transportation Division said that every winter coat can be exchanged for three pieces of burlap, and it is our hands that turn one into three, and more than one is made every day, so why can't we wear one ourselves? Is it reasonable that everyone who wears fur felt boots is not the one who makes fur felt?

Why is this happening? Is it because we are inherently stupider than them? Is it because we are inherently inferior to them?

If you want me to say, no.

A long time ago, Ji Xia asked Ze a question, what is a person?

Ze said that man is a slave and a slave owner.

Ji Xia said that when there were no slaves in the clan era, all people were not people?

There is no innate nobility and lowliness in human beings. Because man is not just slaves and slave owners.

In the story of Xia Cheng, it is said like this. After our ancestors split the heavens and the earth and pinched us out, their souls were broken and reborn, and they came to the body of every newborn, all the same.

If we don't have souls, what difference do we have from pigs and dogs? Pigs and dogs also eat and give birth to offspring, but they don't think because they don't have ancestral spirits.

You've all heard the story of the black and white bear, the black is *, the white is the soul, in fact, everyone is a black and white bear.

At birth, our bodies are all the same, and so are our souls, there is no difference between stupidity and intelligence, no difference between nobility and lowliness.

If they are the same at birth, why can they drive us, and we can only sell what little strength we have?

The people of Xia Cheng said that this is because we are stupid and can't even count, so we can only do such things.

Ladies and gentlemen, when I hear this, I think everyone understands that the nobility and inferiority of people are not determined by birth, because the body and soul are the same at birth.

So what is it that determines all this difference?

It is the growth of the soul.

Their souls can learn, they can learn to count, they can learn to read, they can learn to smelt copper, they can burn pottery, but we don't have the opportunity to do that.

What began as equality in the soul becomes inequality when it grows up. If we have learned those things, what is the difference between us and them?

Some people will say, "Ah, you're right, but Ji Xia allows us to go to the academy to listen to the lectures, so that our souls can grow and be as noble as them, and we can work hard.

But I will say that there are twelve hours in a day, and we must work seven or eight hours a day, and we must sleep, and we must prepare for tomorrow's quota, or we will starve to death.

Even if Ji Xia allows us to listen, but the soul is attached*, if our* starves to death, and the soul is shattered again into the soul of a newborn, there is nothing, what is the use?

If Ji Xia now tells everyone that whoever can drink the water of the great river can obtain the status of a countryman, then what is the point of such a promise? What's the difference between this and the lie that makes us go to school?

We also have children, and our children are no different from the children of Xia Cheng, but our children have to pick wool, clean the flue, scrape the grease from the charcoal kiln, pick up branches, peel acorns and pick fruits; And the children of Xia Cheng are studying in the academy.

When you grow up, you are the same noble and lowly, are you willing to let your children walk this life that we have walked on, who will die at any time, and who knows what life it looks like on the day before they die?

Indeed, you are all good people, and you feel that you have survived, and you are a little embarrassed to ask for more. In your hearts, you regret what you did wrong, and you regret that you violated the morality that everyone agreed upon, so you are embarrassed.

When I think of this, my heart is sad, and if this is the case, I can only say that I am looking at the wrong person, because you have no need to regret it.

Those people were fed, clothed, drunk, and playful, so that they did not have to think about how to live tomorrow, and all this stemmed from their meanness and cunning, and which of all the powerful chiefs had mercy? Which one is not greedy, like the hungry wolf of winter? Which one is not cunning like an autumn fox?

They weigh on us morality that they don't need to live by, telling us that it's immoral to resist. But everyone, they don't resist not because they are morally nobler than we are, but because they don't need to resist!

Isn't it ridiculous for the wolf to tell the sheep that eating grass is wrong, that it's immoral, that you're not ethical, that's why I want to eat you? Should the sheep be embarrassed to eat grass on their own? Should the sheep remorse for putting their horns against the wolf?

People are cannibals, and it is not right to eat people, so those who follow the wrong way to eat people will always be eaten. And those who eat people always tell those who are eaten that it is not right to eat people.

Of course, we don't eat people, we eat, we eat salt.

Some people say that it was Ji Xia who gave everyone food and salt.

I would say, this food and salt were bought with our hands, is he really a good man? Did he really pity us and give it to us?

No, he made it very clear that he only wanted us to work, and he was honest, at least he didn't lie to us.

The city of Yucheng that has been built today is theirs, but it is also ours, because our labor has made the workshop stand on a deserted island, and without us, it would still be deserted.

Of course, without them, we would still be struggling to survive in Onozawa.

But you must know that we are not here because of their compassion, but because of their need for our labor. Just as a slave owner feeds slaves, he does not raise slaves for the sake of them, but for the work of slaves.

Nowadays, we can't do without those Xiacheng people.

In the same way, those people in Xiacheng can't do without us.

The opportunity has come, and it is time for us to stand together and fight for a winter coat for us, and a chance for our children to have a noble soul.

Some people are a little frightened when they hear about the fight, because it means bloodshed and death.

Yes, the people of Xiacheng have weapons, bronze, gunpowder, and black-clothed guards.

But there are few of them.

Yes, the people of Xiacheng can kill.

But Xia Cheng has rules, we are human beings, no longer slaves, this is the bottom line for us to stay on this island.

Within the rules, they can't kill us, otherwise the rules don't make sense.

If there are no rules, all promises are in vain, and then we are slaves again.

Slave...... We used to be, but we are no longer so.

We killed our former masters, starved to death on the way away, and were captured a lot back, and all ended up dying.

If the rules of Summer City are broken, we will become slaves again.

If we have killed our previous masters, can't we kill our current masters? So they don't dare to make us slaves anymore, which means that they will follow the so-called rules.

Even if they had good weapons, a few thousand of us would still kill hundreds of them, and they lost Yucheng, they lost all their workshops - what difference is there between a workshop and a stone without us?

Workshop workers, the time has come, and before there are more people in Summer City than we are, when we have a common need—winter clothes, children going to school, sick people no longer being thrown on desert islands—we stand together and fight for what we want.

We already have nothing left and nothing to lose, so we are not afraid.

No! It cannot be said that we have nothing, we still have suffering. Then all we lose is suffering, but what we gain is everything we want.

Stand up, everyone stands up and shouts to the people of Summer City: We are going to wear winter clothes! Our kids are going to school! We don't want to be thrown on the island when we get sick! We're going to lower the quota! We're going to raise the money!

If they don't agree, we won't go to the workshop anymore, and since they think it's theirs and we have nothing to do with it, let them do it themselves!