Many people may not know what meat tastes like all their lives.

Just look at the old photos at that time, otherwise, how did the sick man of East Asia come about?

You ask, when did we reach the level of black slaves before the Civil War when the consumption of meat and eggs reached the level of black slaves?

Until after the nineties of the last century.

This is still the data after averaging.

The real burden on the shoulders of Chinese peasants has been lightened, and the black slaves of the ugly country have to be after the abolition of the agricultural tax in 06.

Cover the world with great goodness!

What Chang Xian didn't know at this time was that the time point when Vietnam reached this level was 2018.

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In Wei Yuan's "Atlas of the Sea Kingdom" in the late Qing Dynasty, the life of black slaves in the ugly country recorded is like this.

"On Sundays, every slave shall be given eighteen to twenty-four rods of grain, sixty-four rods of potatoes, and fish and meat, and the children of the slaves in winter and summer, and sheep felt every two years, and the younger shall be given a blanket for both of them, and there shall be medicine for the sickness, and if they are in service, they shall cease to do their work, and their work shall be carried out for three days, and those who can be completed shall be given the rest of the day, or shall be allowed to do their own work, and there shall be no prohibition on playing."

What does that mean?

That is to say, black slaves are fed with good food and drink by slave owners, have doctors when they are sick, have weekends off, work for three days, and can engage in their own side jobs when they are done, and the income from side jobs is their own.

If you don't want to work, then you can go wherever you want.

In fact, the essence of slavery in the ugly country is not racial contradictions, but class contradictions.

A black man, as long as he is intelligent and industrious, can not only redeem himself, but also become a new slave owner.

There was once a black slave owner with more than a hundred slaves, and a cotton ginner, who was a well-known local billionaire.

In Wei Yuan's opinion, this is simply the ideal paradise of the royal paradise!

At least in the history of China, there is no era in which the lives of ordinary people have reached the level of black slaves in an ugly country.

So, when we pity the miserable black slaves in the textbooks, why don't we pity our own ancestors first?

The most ironic thing is that they are all denouncing the evil of slavery in the ugly country, but after the end of the Civil War, the number of blacks in the ugly country has plummeted by more than half in just a few decades.

Because after those slaves were free, they lost the plantations on which they depended and entered the sweatshops opened by the capitalists of the north.

So, black slavery in an ugly country must be sinful.

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History is always so chattering, like an old lady, but it only tires people, and few people want to listen to it.

Listening to Chang Xian's chatter, Li Dongfei was numb.

"Xing, the people are bitter; Death, the people suffer! ”

Chang Xian let out a long sigh and said: "From the latitude of history, this world seems to have a lot of suffering, men's suffering, women's suffering, children's suffering, the elderly's suffering, labor's suffering, tax suffering, war suffering, poor people's suffering, and small wealth's suffering...... But these sufferings are actually the same, they are all the same. ”

Li Dongfei pondered carefully and asked, "It's all the same?" ”

Chang Xian said: "It's all the same, it's all people's suffering." ”

"As long as someone goes to the top, there will be someone who goes down, and as long as there is a person who goes down, there will be someone who suffers. All suffering is suffering from people. ”

"If you eat hard, you will be a superior person", and people are suffering from hardship. There are men and women, old and young, east and west, north and south, and those who eat public meals and eat their own food. ”

"Brother, you have read this history, insightful."

Li Dongfei said with emotion: "However, those high-ranking families also have suffering. ”

"Brother Li, what you said is not wrong, all living beings are suffering! But bitterness and bitterness are not the same. ”

Chang Xian shook his head and said: "Those people seem to be bitter, but they can choose sweet." This person will never choose sweetness. If you can choose sweet, there will be no bitterness. ”

"Those people have long since lost their bitterness, they are only sweet and not sweet enough. People are inferior, only very bitter and not very bitter. ”

Li Dongfei's heart was shocked, and he said slowly: "You are right. All suffering is lower suffering. Everything else, all superficial, all fake. ”

Chang Xian said to Li Dongfei: "Brother Li, I don't mean you, but that's the reason." ”

Hearing this, Li Dongfei glanced at him a little strangely, handed over a cigarette, and asked, "Then, what do you think should be done?" ”

Chang Xian was stunned for a moment, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "What should I do?" How can I do that? If you can see the question, you don't necessarily find the answer. ”

He lit a cigarette, but did not smoke it, and said, "This requires people to be willing to think, people to know and dare to think, everyone to think together, always think, always think, will definitely be able to think, you say yes?" ”

Li Dongfei nodded and said, "Yes, as long as you think about it together and keep thinking about it, it is still possible to think of it." ”

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Brother Jianhua still retains a bit of a military style, and they didn't talk for long before he rushed over with three people.

The two were men who were slightly younger than him, carrying a shuttle mark on their shoulders, the bright red gun tassel swaying in the wind, and then carrying a soil gun more than one meter long, pedaling grass-green rubber shoes, and leggings, which made Li Dongfei stunned.

This outfit gives him the feeling of looking at old photos at home.

The other half-grown old man looked bitter, unloaded a kettle from his back, and poured out a handful of blue water, which smelled spicy from afar, and according to him, it was Roland juice that could hide the smell.

After the old man poured out the juice, he passed the kettle to the neighboring Brother Jianhua, who did so and passed the kettle to the next one.

The kettle went around like this, and when everyone was finished, there was not a drop of Roland juice left.

Li Dongfei smiled and took a gun and looked at it, and said, "I also had a good time with Brother Jianhua's light today, let's fight a mountain rabbit!" ”

He fiddled with the earthen gun that Brother Jianhua had prepared for them, and made a few tactical moves, panting a little.

Seeing him having fun and laughing, they came here this time mainly because they thought about the addiction of hunting.

Compared to the shooting clubs in the city, it is much more exciting to go to the mountains to fight.

Since ancient Meishan, there has been a custom of hunting, but with the emergence of the tide of part-time work, the mountains and forests have gone into less.

Occasionally, however, some people will bring some homemade animal traps to try their luck in the mountains.

In recent years, the mountains and forests have been well protected, and there have been more rabbits and muntjacs, and there are even wild boars going down the mountain to hurt people and destroy farmers.

Even, the county has a quota for hunting wild boars every year to control the wild boar population.

Brother Jianhua was very surprised to see Li Dongfei's movements, although Li Dongfei doesn't practice now, after all, he was pulled out since he was a child, and he must have had a few hits.

After making preparations, several people did not hesitate anymore, strode forward, and followed closely with Chang Xian empty-handed.