150: Chapter 150 No One Likes To Be Lectured 150: Chapter 150 No One Likes To Be Lectured Li Mumu didn’t expect Mu Yuming to discuss such a heavy and serious topic with her.
Thank goodness this was in the year 1370.
If this were in the future internet era, let alone talking about this topic, just spotting a few keywords would get people as flustered as if they had swallowed a mouthful of just-cooked fatty pork on a sweltering day, their toes itching to scratch themselves a two-bedroom apartment, feeling maggots crawling over their entire body from throat to anus.
They all have sensitive skin and can’t stand to see these sentimental dramas.
Li Mumu thought to herself that there was really no need for him to prepare her mentally; she had seen all sorts of bizarre creatures and non-human beings.
It seemed her father was worried that she wouldn’t adapt to the domestic situation and could be cajoled or bewitched onto the wrong path.
Laughable, what gamer walks the straight and narrow anyway.
“Whether you acknowledge it or not, in others’ eyes, you and your country will always be one.”
Mu Yuming was, of course, aware that this topic was too dull for his daughter…no, actually, for many people.
But he still had to say these things; it was his responsibility as a father.
If he didn’t do it, should he wait for others to fill his daughter’s head with all sorts of nonsense?
“The things that we enjoy now, such as dignity, such as freedom, such as dreams…
you might think that, just like the Federal Government wrote in the Declaration of Independence, they regard these as self-evident common sense, as natural rights bestowed upon every individual by the creator, but that’s not the case.”
“When they wrote that sentence, they did not count the American Indians underground or the black people in the plantations as ‘people’.”
“There is no place for yellow-skinned people in the Bible; the rights we have now as ‘people’ are brought to us by our country behind us.”
“So Mumu, remember that in this world, the ones who love you the most are only your family.
In this world, the only ones who truly treat you as a human being are your country.”
“We are your relatives, and you are ours; together, we are a family.
And when millions of such small families come together, that’s what makes a country.”
“Dad doesn’t have the time to be with you, mom has a bad temper and likes to scold you, and you’re not well-behaved, always wanting to run outside…
every one of us has flaws, has problems, but this is the reality, this is our home.
No matter how harsh the storm outside, home will always be your warmest shelter.”
“This time when we go back, we may encounter all sorts of things, all sorts of complex issues.
But you’ve lived in Saifu for so many years, do you think Saifu doesn’t have any problems?
Isn’t there theft, robbery, shootings, riots, drug abuse, collusion between officials and merchants, machinations and rivalry?”
“It’s actually all the same; wherever there are people, there is Jianghu World.
But the difference is that in our own country, we are the masters.
Home is our Sheltered Harbor, but we also need to actively clean and improve it, to make this house better and better.
Only your own home, your own bed, your own blanket will feel comfortable to sleep in.”
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“The nation is a pseudo-concept; there has never been such a thing as a nation in this world, it’s just an excuse for a minority of elites to rule over the vast ignorant masses.”
In another room not far away, another father similarly spoke earnestly and patiently to his son.
“People are different, you see.
You’ve been receiving noble-style education since you were young.
Can your way of thinking be the same as those poor kids from Saifu suburbs who can’t even afford to read a book?
If, when you grow up, both you and he were to run for mayor, whom would people choose?
Isn’t it obvious that they would choose you over a poor kid from a rural farm?”
“Don’t be fooled by those poor people clamoring for wages, for vacations, for this and that…
Their intelligence is limited.
They can only see what’s right in front of them and have no idea what they really want deep down inside.”
“There will always be some justice-crazed idiots who think they understand the poor, believe they need education, fairness, votes…
But what ends up happening to them?
Few come to a good end, right?
Do you see the poor people showing any gratitude?
Absolutely not!”
“Arthur, I’m telling you, if you ever come across these love-crazed fools, you can be friends with them, even support them on the surface, encourage them, but never believe a word that comes out of their mouths.”
“The poor are like Starving Ghosts from Hell, ungrateful wretches.
All they know is to take, take, take.
No matter how much you give them, you can’t fill the void in their hearts.
Because all these material things aren’t what they truly need.”
“What they really want is to give up thinking, to have a collar fastened around their necks and let someone else direct their actions.”
“This conforms to the laws of natural evolution.”
“In a group, only one leader is needed, just like there can be only one alpha wolf in a pack.
The rest of the wolves just need to follow the leader’s command.
Forcing them to learn to think would be a disaster for the pack.”
“So Arthur, I have told you many times, no matter where you go, you must be the alpha.
Only the alpha gets to eat the most, the freshest meat.
Don’t trust what others say about country, nation, history, and culture.
These are nothing but excuses.
You know the story of the crow and the fox, right?
They tell you these things to trick you into opening your mouth, to cheat you out of the meat in your mouth!”
“The game rules of this world are actually very simple.
Those kittens and puppies that greedily drink milk as soon as they are born will get fatter and fatter, while those that don’t drink, but just sit on the side and howl, will quickly be eliminated.
The resources in this society are always scarce.
If you eat one more bite, someone else eats one less.”
“If you want to be an elite, to be above others, then don’t waste your time and energy worrying about whether others can eat.
Seize every opportunity to stuff your own mouth.
Only then will you grow bigger, only then will you have the strength, and those who are starving will willingly accept your leadership…”
After walking out of his father’s room, Arthur took a deep breath, stretched lazily, and slowly exhaled.
Old Man was becoming more and more annoying.
His father had always taught him to do more and talk less, but ever since they boarded the ship, his words had only increased.
Arthur could hear a touch of anxiety and fear in his tone.
What elite?
Would a true elite allow himself to be ordered around like a dog, abandon his home and business, and run off to a godforsaken place in the Far East?
Over the years, his father had always tried to squeeze into the upper crust of Saifu but never succeeded.
Maybe it was because he was too greedy, everyone could see it, and who would want him at their table?
Arthur shook his head, trying to shake off the filthy words that Old Man had just poured into his brain, but it wasn’t very effective.
Life on the ship was unbearably boring.
He needed some entertainment.
He walked over to the ship’s railing and pulled out a notebook from his pocket.