Chapter 217: Collision of Ideas
"Come down! You cannot go against the will of the true God to a place where there is no faith, where there is no light of God! β
By the time the horses' hooves rushed to the embankment of the wharf, the horsemen with torches realized that they had arrived too lateβthe men who should have boarded the boat had already climbed the rope ladder, and the crowd on the wharf was gradually disappearing like mercury to the surrounding alleys and buildings, and they looked very embarrassed in their advance and retreat. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ο½ο½ο½Uο½Eγ ο½ο½ο½ο½
"Don't worry, you lackeys tied to the temple!"
It seems that because of the smell of that precious, long-lost breath of freedom, someone on the ship is at this time full of taunts at the pursuers of the Inquisition, causing the people on the ship to laugh one after another, and use all kinds of bitter words to find their amusement.
"Because one day you damned priests don't have anything to eat, there will be countless glories and countless 'wisdom of the true gods' waiting for you to feast on the temple, you know?"
"Hahahahahaha-" This time it was the crew's turn to look at the bottom members of the Inquisition on the docks and laugh. When it comes to what the Lancas Islands have become like before because of the trade blockade and various sanctions, or what the hell such a church will become in the future, only this group of people knows best.
Did they save the Lancas Islands with all their might, even against the will of the gods of the world? Combine! Not! Yes! The capacity of hundreds of wooden ships of several hundred to thousands of tons is already worrying, and a large part of them is still used for transshipment and transportation work between the islands, how can the hungry Lancas Islands meet its heavy resource needs?
The building will fall, and it will be difficult to support the lonely wood. At the end of the Pacific War, before the defeat of the old Yamatai Empire, there were still millions of tons of shipping tonnage - although only a few hundred thousand of them were available, which seems to be a lot, but what was the domestic situation of the old Yamatai Empire at this time?
Rice, oil, steel, and other supplies urgently needed in the country are all piled up on the other side of the strait. The direct manifestation of the scarcity of local materials in the country is that the food rationing system adopted by Yamatai since the beginning of the war also reached its supreme peak during this period. As for other local workshops and enterprises that rely on chemicals, steel products, aluminum products, and even electricity for production, their output can only be described as zero.
At this time, Yamatai was almost crazy and staggered to support the war - vegetable fuel, all-wood suicide kamikaze, wooden semi-submarines, and even the so-called "wartime standard ships" that used wood in key parts such as ribs and keels were special products of this period.
Is there a chance that such a Yamatai will win the war? No, to be exact, the country and its people are not even a realistic fantasy to live. So in another scenario, is it possible to turn over the "siege" of the Lancas Islands?
This is a question that doesn't need to be answered with data, charts, and reports by office warriors who are strategizing in front of the screen and winning thousands of miles. The fur seals who returned to the Lancas Islands at intervals of January, February, March, or even half a year, after taking off the flag of the Bilunar Church from the mast, could see at a glance that the island's livelihood was withering: there was no wine in the tavern that he frequented, only the tavern owner who accompanied the cats poured cold water on them; The co-captain who procured supplies always came back empty-handed; The market, which was originally full of people and dazzling, is now empty, and it is difficult to find both people and goods......
That's the reality. As long as it's like a person, a guy who looks like a little human will not hesitate to accept the invitation that is clearly from another world...... They are devils who don't believe in God, they are bastards who are disrespectful to the church, but only they can give jobs, food, and a way to live for the people of Lankas!
"After a detailed analysis of the weather and marine heat, we can argue that the Lancas Islands are not well equipped for industrialization. However, if the Lancas Islands are not industrialized, the large number of people they carry will have to be supported by imported materials...... And even if it wants to import materials from the outside, and it is bound to complete the reform of human governance, what capital can Lancas, which can be exchanged at an equivalent price, except for industrialization? β¦β¦β
Naturally, Han Deshan, who has been disconnected from the Internet, does not see the "Supplementary Notes on Further Handling of Issues Related to the Bilunar Church and the Lancas" posted on the public website, and it is difficult for him to realize that the root cause of the problem in the Lancas Islands is the same as that of Elta, and it is the same problem of overpopulation.
There are two ways to solve the problem of overpopulation, either by letting it fall into the Malthusian trap or by artificially creating large numbers of immigrants. Between interests and moral considerations, China has categorically chosen the latter. Rather than trapping the mass labor force with the concept of the Bilunar Church, why not save those who are willing to be liberated and merge with the local populations of the two continents, Bahivita and Elta?
It's a win-win deal in which the Lancas people win, the Chinese side wins, Elta and the Bahivita continent win, and the Bilunar Church loses. It is not difficult to draw simple conclusions from seafarers, who have gone through a cycle and seen the new conditions of migration and the declining Lancas Islands, and then simply compared them.
"Did you notice the look in the horseback attendant's eyes just now? I see as if you've been looking at him. β
It was still the same cargo ship leaving the port, and the crew who rubbed the itch on the back with his back against the mast patted the shoulder of another passerby.
"Ah, well, Mr. Crew." The old hunchbacked man with a pipe was stunned, "That little guy who served in the Inquisition?" My neighbor! I watched him grow up! β
"Oh, it's a neighbor." The crew put a piece of coarse cloth on their backs, grinding it and making a rustling sound. "But that guy's eyes are full of envy and expectation, old man, do you see it? I thought he was your relative or something......"
"Who doesn't envy those who get on board?" The hunchbacked old man slammed the board of the boat with his failed crutch-shaped wand, "Let's just talk about the people who came up tonight, they know that the ship is overloaded, but they still want to climb the rope ladder desperately?" They know that the warehouse below is not a place for people to live, but they still have to find a place among the cobwebs and moss, and the company of cockroaches and rats? β
"It's a person who wants to get out of here, like an itch on the back - scratching it!" The crew rubbed the coarse cloth one last the back that was about to break the skin, and then put down the white cotton vest of Elta that had been rolled up to the neck, covering the red and hot skin. "To tell you the truth, I don't even want to go back here, I guess I'll get off the boat in Dakong Bay, and then find a local woman to make do with it, work for people from another world, or buy a piece of land with the money in hand, in short, it's a thousand times better than rotting on this broken island!"
In the direction of the crew's hand, there was the main island of Lancas, which he called the "broken island". In his memory, what a glorious scene it should have been on the dock of the main island at this time!
Whether it is a wandering warbler or a "high-class special service worker" who has a hotel to be attached to, or a fat and thin proprietor who runs a restaurant or tavern, or a worker coolie who has no magical ability or knowledge, and can only rely on the dock to sell his labor to the small boat owners, this time should find his own bright or dark light in the flickering lights and glittering golden docks and the towns on the side.
But what about now? The crew turned their heads without hesitation, turning their backs to the little pier he knew - there was nothing left, the dark night sky crashing unreservedly on the stone pavement and dirt floor of the pier, covering the sea breeze that washed over the uninhabited trestles, booms and houses.
"The vast majority of people on this ship have the same idea as you." The old man looked down at the ring tied to his right hand, symbolizing some kind of glory and past, and sighed involuntarily. "But is it right or wrong for us to abandon the Bi-Moon Church? The immortal Servant of God is real, but our stomachs are rumbling, and our clothes are torn and unmended. Could it be that this is really a difficult test that the true God has brought upon us? β
"Those who rebel against the will of the true God will bear the price that even death cannot escape, and they will be surrounded by pain for eternity." The crew members are natives of Lancas, and naturally they are also familiar with the Twin Moon Classics. "Don't you think this true god is very willful, old man? Either we starve to death or let us suffer forever, aren't the two the same thing! β
"No, it's not the same thing, is it?" The hunchbacked old man shook his head, "If you will suffer forever, won't you have to suffer even after death?" These two are not the same thing! It's not the same thing! You can't escape even if you're dead......"
"Who's to say what it's like after death?" The crew spread their hands and took repeated steps on the shaky deck, "The gods of this world are 'immortal', so I'm sure they haven't seen what the afterlife is like. Then I want to know, sir, you...... Ever died? β
The hunchbacked old man's face turned pale in an instant, and he shook his head while shaking his hand: "No...... No! What's the matter? When a person dies, he is 'dead', so how can he be resurrected? β
"After all, no one has ever seen that kind of scene." The crew pulled their hands back to their side and shrugged at the old man, then handed over a crumpled book, "Please take a look at this book, it may be helpful to your doubts." β