From Chief to Ball

But all of this is different from the blood-wrapped thing beating in the chest of this tiny man with outstretched arms.

He called it...conscience.

Chapter 41 Conscience, Cold Heart

The team to suppress stopped, because Hulin had a good father, a wealthy father in Mincheng platoon, although the relationship between father and son had not been harmonious all the time.The second reason is that he has a high reputation in Mincheng, so high that it is second only to a few people.

The person leading the team walked up to Hu Lin, and said in a very respectful tone instead of directly telling people to rush away when they met the rest of the roadblocks, "Mr. Zhu Gan, please don't make things difficult for me."

Hu Lin was about to explain when he heard the person leading the team shout, "Send Mr. Zhugan back to the city!"

Without any explanation, a few people rushed over and tied Hu Lin up.He found a groom from the artillery team and told him to send Hu Lin back.

After being sent back to the city, Hu Lin knew that he couldn't do anything by himself, so he had to rush to the party headquarters of the Mo Party, only to be told that there was still a meeting inside.

Even though he was anxious, he still had to wait. He knew that this was the only force that could stop this massacre without conscience.

Only then did he understand that organizations, guns, and money are so important.Otherwise, even if you are famous and respected, when things happen, you can't do anything except shout a few words.

It's just that this group of people he was familiar with and the only one who made him feel that the future is bright, what kind of decision will he make on this matter?

He believed that the meeting inside was also to study this matter, but he was already an outsider at this time, and he was no longer called a comrade but could only be called Mr. Zhugan, and he was not qualified to know many things.

The most familiar Chen Jian is now away, perhaps at sea or already in the capital.But he also understands that the Mexican Party is not a family or a gang. After all, it still has to discuss and obey the collective resolution. Even if that person is there, if the majority of the entire party chooses to ignore it, what's the use?

After a long wait, finally two high-ranking members of the party that Hu Lin was familiar with came forward.No tea, no greetings, just cut to the chase.

"Mr. Zhugan is because of the Hegu factory area."

After more than a month of depression and disappointment, Hu Lin suddenly broke out for some reason, and scolded: "Are you trying to say that this is progress again, so you should ignore it? At the beginning of the founding of the country, even though we were extremely powerful You have both, and you need to know how to unite allies! If you go on like this, you will eventually lose a single ally. If you suppress those small spinners today, will you be spared tomorrow? If you don’t speak for those spinners today, Who will speak for you tomorrow? You've only made up a quarter of the new council, and you don't think you need anyone's help, do you?"

The person who received the reception was scolded by Hu Lin, but he maintained a good self-restraint. After Hu Lin's anger was over, he asked back: "Then what should I do? Is it right? Solution. Can Mr. Zhu Gan come up with a fundamental solution?"

Hu Lin stood there stunned, and murmured: "A solution... a solution... If I had a solution, how could I have been seriously ill for several months in the autumn rain in the capital?"

The man suddenly lifted his upper garment, pointed to the place where the heart was beating slightly, and said, "Mr. Zhu Gan, I also have a heart here, and the blood flowing inside is also not mud. Could we forget that when we were together? But what can we do? For the sake of the so-called conscience, should we go back? Smashing the machines, land patriarchal clans, handicraft guilds, this problem has been solved, but we will spend our entire lives for the sake of conscience and stability , circled in this circle."

Hu Lin sneered and said: "Even those small producers have their own program and design for the future, I don't believe you don't! Or, in the future you design, this road must be taken?"

That person didn't reply, not because he couldn't reply, but because he didn't know how to make a long story short.

But in Hu Lin's view, this is tacit consent, and it seems that this road to cannibalism is also inevitable in the future blueprint designed by the Mo party.

Hu Lin shook his head and sighed: "When we were together in the first place, it was for a bright future, a bright future that belongs to everyone. This is the original intention, and it is the same exciting original intention."

"But now? What have you become? Chen Jian told me about this possibility a few years ago, and you all believed it, because it was logically deduced, it's 'science'!"

When it comes to the word science, Hu Lin's accentuated tone is obviously ironic.

Then he said: "People are forgetful, I know you must have a way that is much less bloody than this one, but you are afraid...you are afraid that the inevitable blood will get on you, and you just want these bottom layers to be covered by you. After the so-called bourgeois fucked hard, tell them in a pitiful tone: Look, we are right, you have been fucked hard by reality to understand that we are right..."

"But you let this happen just to prove that you are right? Are you trying to make everyone better? Or is it for the 'science' you believe in?"

"If it's the former, you should have a sense of responsibility, a sense of mission, and the courage not to be criticized by others, to solve this matter. Even though the bloody future may cost you, at least you have done the best for your beliefs. Use you organization, your strength, your beliefs, to progress, to walk a path of progress without such a fate.”

"If it's the latter, what's the difference between you and the believers of those religions? For you to defend what you believe, you will not hesitate to let the apocalypse or the great flood come to the world! Then those who are about to drown will understand that you are right. It is true , so that the blood will not splash on you, but what is the difference between you and those believers?"

"Isn't this just chasing after the end? Could it be that the reason you set up the Mob Party is just to prove that what you think is correct? Shouldn't it be to change the world? Yes, those people finally understand you after being fucked hard. True, but why can't you guys do something before they get fucked?"

The person who was scolded said with a wry smile: "Sense of mission? Sense of responsibility? Mr. Zhu Gan, we all have all the things you mentioned, otherwise we would have dispersed long ago. We are not a group of people who stand by the ant nest and watch the ants. Mountains surpassing the East China Sea, that’s impossible. We can’t break branches for the elders, that’s right. Do you think we can’t or we won’t do it now?”

"Besides, tens of thousands of poor peasant households who have lost their land have immigrated to the Great Deserted City. They should have starved to death or died of illness, but they survived because of us. What about you? Apart from showing your kindness, you have done What? Yes, these people were transported away before they had time to suffer, so you can’t see it, so the conscience against them doesn’t exist in your opinion, right?”

"Don't think that we are retaliating because they stabbed us in the first place, and don't think that we are resentful when these people oppose our proposals for improving the lives of employees in the new council. If a party opposes for the sake of opposition, If the only lesson learned after fight after fight is that some people are of the nature or that some people cannot be trusted, then the party is too shallow and has no future."

"But what can we do? No matter who's idea, this can't be done. Public ownership, it destroys public wealth, and it must be punished; private ownership, it destroys private property, and it must be punished. What logical and self-consistent ideas can you find, Let's say it's unreasonable to punish them? The only rationale for not punishing them is that the presence of machines is unreasonable, and we don't agree."

"We have said long ago that we are not a party of good people, let alone a party of human morality. We must make the system self-consistent, so what can we do about this? We sympathize with them, and we educate them that this is not the fault of machines, but It takes time. We have given the solution, but how many people believe it? There must be a basis for doing things, not that we have to wait until they are fucked hard before doing things to prove our judgment; it is that they are not fucked hard There is no foundation for us to do things. We are not gods, and we cannot create such a foundation, so what else can we do except wait, lay such a foundation little by little, and make little preparations for the future?"

"It's not that there is no solution to the symptoms. With so much land overseas, wouldn't it be great if all the landless, landless, and poor emigrate overseas? At least temporarily, it can solve the problem, and at least ease the conflict."

"But who will pay for it? Can those in power agree? They still need a lot of cheap labor, and even farmers in the north are tied to the land. Even if the national vote system is implemented, we say that one person pays a little bit. Qian, let’s send all the lower-level people overseas in a planned way, do you think we will be selected? People will ask why!”

"The only way is to flip the table and do things according to our philosophy, but can we flip it now?"

After hearing all this, Hu Lin sighed helplessly, and asked bitterly, "What's your decision?"

"pity."

"Isn't your party property rich? If you pay the compensation for them, they don't need to be sentenced to lifelong hard labor. You can also send them to the Great Deserted City. Anyway, you send a batch of people every year."

"Our money will be used in more meaningful places. The suffering in front of us is no nobler than the suffering that cannot be seen."

"According to what you say, your strikes and demonstrations are also illegal."

"We don't smash machines. From a distance, it is for public ownership. From a close view, it is to obtain the value of labor. We are self-consistent within our system, so we have no sense of guilt, and we have always been righteous."

"According to their system, they feel that the machine is wrong and cannibalize people, so they have to return to the manual guild system, so their ideas are also reasonable internally?"

"In the guild era, don't you need to pay for smashing someone else's spinning wheel? If they want to be reasonable, they can fight for it themselves. If one day they forcefully kill all those who support progress and return them to the patriarchal guild, that's fine. The problem is Do they have the strength?"

Hu Lin gritted his teeth and said, "What do you mean, whoever has the biggest fist is right?"

"We don't want to do this, but reality is like this. We are determined to overthrow the reality you said, but we can only hone our fists based on reality. You can't just allow others to hit us with fists, and then we When you fight back, you say: Hey, aren’t you determined to realize a future that doesn’t rely on fists? So you shouldn’t use fists... You say this, it seems neutral and reasonable, so that there is no way to refute it, but in fact it is biased frame, right?"

……

Hu Lin didn't remember how he left the Mo Party's headquarters, but felt that his heart had become cold, and he felt that everything in reality was getting darker and darker, so dark that he couldn't see the bright future.

The human nature and morality he imagined are vulnerable to the ugliness and bareness of reality.

He thought that society should not be like this, and people should not be like this.

This is wrong, he thought.

So when he got home, he found a beautiful flintlock pistol that Chen Jian had given him, and rode a lonely horse towards the tributary valley.

A letter was left at home, addressed to his good friend Chen Jian.

"Please help me take care of my wife. I know that it is regressive and reactionary to the tide of the times. But my body can't hold the times and the tide. The only thing I can hold is my heart and blood." .I want to blind my eyes, so that the suffering seen is not nobler than the unseen."

Chapter 42 I'm tired, I want to go home

In the upper reaches of the tributary valley, the brutal battle had just begun, and Hu Lin's face was already blackened by gunpowder smoke.

The attacking cannons were resting due to overheating, and the two barricades with the dragon flags of the Republic had been blown away, and the rebels who got their guns and crude farm tools from nowhere had shaken.

He is not the only person who came here from Mincheng, many people with conscience and helplessness between the old and the new came here, supporting the core of the battle.