It's April 1st.

Today is April Fool's Day.

Dean is off today.

Because I didn't come back for many days.

Under the deadly call of his mother Sheila, he honestly returned home, followed his little brother Thompson, lying on the sofa, watching TV.

Sinclair went out on a date today.

Thompson, who is not interested in entertainment programs such as talk shows, directly transferred to popular science programs.

On TV, the origin of April Fool's Day is being popularized:

The festival originated from a calendar reform in France in 1564.

At that time, the king of France wanted to use January 1 as the beginning of the new year, and changed the calendar that used to start the new year on April 1, and in the process of implementing the new calendar, some conservative people opposed this reform, insisted on following the old system, and rejected the new calendar.

These old diehards still exchange gifts and organize New Year's celebrations on April 1.

Those who advocate reform have expressed their displeasure with the old-fashioned approach.

In order to mock these old fellows and supporters of reform, on April 1, fake gifts were given to the diehards, inviting them to fake celebrations, and calling these fooled people "hooked fish".

Since then, it has become a popular custom in France because they fooled each other on this day.

By the 18th century.

Such customs and habits spread to the British Commonwealth, and finally in the great migration of the British Commonwealth, those early immigrants were brought to the land occupied by the United States today, and with the strength and prosperity of the United States, it radiated to the whole world.

At the end of the show.

The professor of 'history' of popular science said confidently: "The spread of national culture must be accompanied by the strength of national strength, and we have reason to believe that whether it is the eastern hemisphere or the western hemisphere, in the end, in terms of ideology, it will tend to the great United States!" ”

Little brother Thompson, hearing this, pursed his lips disdainfully: "Dean, I actually don't understand that in the American Federation, scholars who study history, this country of immigrants, has a so-called history?" ”

In his view, this federal state is nothing more than a huge combination of interests.

Those with vested interests have set up various measures to allow more ordinary citizens to enjoy all kinds of happy education and generous benefits, so that it is difficult for them to have enough motivation to work hard in the midst of satisfaction, resulting in them and their descendants not being able to have enough knowledge and vision to make a class leap.

As a smart person.

Thompson saw through these things early on and began to consciously learn about the law.

Heard the little brother's complaint.

Dean smiled: "The history of the United States, in fact, can be summed up as a genocide colonization, the slave trade, the civil war, and the economic plundering of the world.

None of these things are glamorous.

If it weren't for those so-called 'scholars and experts' to beautify, the American Federation would not have so many people 'coming here' every year. ”

Although there are many world-renowned universities and research institutes in this federal country, these universities, in addition to cultivating local talents, also have a big reason to siphon a large number of elites from other countries.

Every year, the American Federation spends a large amount of money on building public opinion and guiding the younger generation of countries to aspire to this prosperous country.

The continuous supply of excellent blood is also one of the main reasons why this short-lived federation has been able to maintain its vigorous vitality.

However, because the composition of immigration is too complex, it has led to many internal problems, and can only continue to transfer internal contradictions and civic sentiment to some 'harmless' things after economic growth has fallen into a downward trend.

Leave that aside.

，..

After simply instilling the logical thinking of seeing the essence through phenomena to the little brother, Dean changed the topic and said: "Thompson, listen to my mother, you have been going to the court a lot lately?" ”

"Yes, I used to be curious about things between men and women, but after getting along for a few times, I thought they were too boring." , Thompson yawned: "I have to think about the next generation of our family!" ”

Dean: "??? ”

A child who is only fifteen years old, after dealing with a few objects, his mind is so mature?

He looked at his little brother in surprise: "Thompson, I have to remind you, this is home, not your little girlfriend's big pink wooden bed, there is no need to draw a big cake for your own brother!" ”

Thompson rolled his eyes: "Dean, be serious, I just recently dated a girl from a very rich family, and she made me realize a very cruel thing." ”

"What's the matter?"

"Mere effort doesn't work."

Thompson slumped lazily on the carpet, his hands outstretched, his eyes staring at the ceiling:

"Although I am confident enough to go to the best university in the United States, I am not confident that I can make a lot of money and have a high status in the future.

I can't be so smart, let alone my descendants.

But the descendants of those who have money can easily enjoy the best resources, go into the fields that their elders have cultivated, and have a lot of resources for trial and error and growth.

Their elders have helped them complete the primitive accumulation.

And our family doesn't seem to have formed this concept yet! ”

Speaking of which.

Thompson had a resolute look on his face, and his tone was affirmative:

"As a smart member of the family, I am aware of this problem and am ready to move in this direction.

Big brother can't count on it.

Dean, do your best!

When the time comes, you will become a senior in the police community, and I will become a rising star in the Ministry of Justice.

We brothers, join forces, you take the badge and the pistol, I take the hammer and the law, we work together to become bigger and stronger."

“.”

Dean looked at the little brother who was getting more and more excited, and patted his forehead: "Man, are you just ending your debut career in the last few days?" ”

As soon as this remark came out.

Thompson's impassioned speech came to an abrupt end.

He smiled, stretched out his little hand, put his thumb on top of his index finger, and rubbed it: "Yes, to open a house and buy a small umbrella, or use the other party's pocket money, Dean, can you give me some more pocket money~"

Dean shrugged: "Of course this is fine, but you still have to think about it first, how to explain to your mother that you stole the forbidden fruit." ”

Hearing this, Thompson's body stiffened.

He threw his head back, right behind him, with his hands on his hips, his head down, looking down at his mother

It's broken.

Dean, this bastard, doesn't even remind himself!

Evening.

Sinclair returned home with a sack of 'harvest'.

Sheila gave her a warm hug and took the opportunity to look out suspiciously, trying to find out if there were any little bastards around who were hiding and sending her daughter back!

What happened to Thompson made her feel uneasy.

Son arches cabbage, as a mother, although Sheila is a little embarrassed, at most, she silently puts a box of small umbrellas at the head of her son's bed, so as not to become a grandmother early.

But if someone arched his eleven-year-old daughter!!

Sheila will happily bring a double-barreled shotgun from her room and talk to the other parent's about self-esteem and self-love!

Sinclairs are big imps.

She rolled her eyes at her mother, "Come on, Sheila, I'm not interested in those little kids of the same age, help me get the loot, I'm tired today." ”

When talking.

Sinclair's cheeks flushed, and his eyes glazed slightly.

Listen by the sound alone.

She's doing well today.

"Spoils?"

Sheila took the sack in Sinclair's hand, opened it, and found that the one-meter-long sack contained dozens of small gypsum animals the size of a baby's fist.

"What is this?"

"This is a plaster carving, today's April Fool's Day, when my little sister and I were visiting the market, we saw someone playing a ring game, a beautiful knife and ten small plastic circles, which one of the sets can be taken away, I have a good head."

Living room.

Dean clasped his hands around his chest, snuggled against the wall, and frowned slightly as he looked at the dirty little girl at the door.

Sinclair's demeanor was wrong.

Something like. Hi on.

This is an April Fool's Day surprise.

(End of chapter)