Chapter 101 Cat Town (22)

Even if what Xiaoxie said is correct, it is not a criticism of construction after all; what good is being too pessimistic?Naturally, I come from a peaceful and happy China, so I always thought that there was still hope for the cat country; it is difficult for a healthy person to understand why a sick man is so pessimistic.But hope is a human right--literally, a human obligation.No hope is an expression of self-abandonment, and hope is the mother of hard work.I don't believe that cat people will not produce any results if they gather cat power in one place.There are many reasons that restrict the development of the cat country and hinder the political track. From what I have seen and heard, I know that they have many difficulties, but cat people are human beings, and human beings can overcome all difficulties animal.

I decided to go to Da Xie and ask him to introduce some politicians; if I could meet some people with clear minds, I might get some more practical and beneficial opinions than Xiao Xie's comments and criticisms.I should have gone to see the people first, but they are so afraid of foreigners that I can hardly think of a way to get close to them.Without sensible people, politics is naturally not easy to be clear; but on the other hand, with such people, the use of politics is easier, if there are real politicians who are willing to do it for the country and the people.I'd better find my ideal hero first, although I never like to flatter heroes.

It happened to coincide with Daxie's treat, and I was here; since he is one of the important people, the guests invited must have politicians, this is my good opportunity.I don't come this side of the street some days.The street is still so lively, there are ants in a hurry but not industrious.I don't know what is the attraction of this broken city that makes people so attached to it; maybe, I then thought, the countryside has completely collapsed, and the city is at least better than the country.Only one thing is better than before, the street is not so smelly anymore; because it has been raining a lot recently, God has done a cleaning campaign for them.

Da Xie was not at home, although I came at the appointed time.The person who entertained me was the former person who brought me food in Milin, he was an acquaintance, so he told me: "If it is noon, you will come at night; if it is at night, you will come at dawn; sometimes two days later This is our rule." I thanked him for his guidance, and asked him who the guests were, and I planned in my heart: If there is no one I want among the guests, I will not come again. "The guests are all important people," he said, "otherwise we can't invite foreigners." Well, I must come back, but where to spend these hours?Suddenly I came up with an idea: I still had a few national souls in the bag, so I took them out and presented them to my old servant.Naturally, the rest will be easy to handle.I just waited on the roof and asked him about some things.The cat person's mouth is keyed with the soul of the country.

What do all these people in the city do for a living?This is my first question. "These people?" He pointed to the crowd on the street and said, "They don't do anything." It's so evil, I said in my heart; then I asked him: "Then how should I eat?" "If you don't eat, eat the leaves." "Where do the leaves come from?" "One person is an official, and everyone eats lost leaves. These people are all relatives and friends of the officials. High-ranking officials grow lost leaves, sell lost leaves, and leave some lost leaves for relatives and friends. Small officials buy lost leaves, Eat it yourself, and share it with relatives and friends. Those who are not officials, wait for Miye."

"Naturally there are many officials?" I asked. "Except those who are idle, they are all officials. I, I am also an official." He smiled slightly.The smile was perhaps a form of revenge for my slighting him—I had peeled off a small piece of his scalp. "All the officials are rich?" "Yes. The emperor gave it." "Everyone doesn't farm, work, and produce, how can the emperor have money?" "Selling treasures, selling land, you foreigners love to buy our treasures and land, and you don't have to worry about having no money."

"Yes, the Institute of Antiquities, the library...the front and back have been closed." "You, tell yourself, don't you think selling treasures and land is a bad thing?" "Anyway, it's good to have money." "Forget it, you don't have any economic problems at all?" This question seems to be too deep, and it took him a long time to answer: "There was an economic problem back then, and now no one talks about it anymore." "Back then everyone farmed and worked, didn't they?" "That's right. The countryside is almost empty now. People in the city want to buy things, and foreigners sell them. We don't need us to farm and work, so everyone is idle." "Then why are there still people who are officials? Officials You can't just be idle? Whether you are an official or not, there are always leaves to eat, so why bother to be an official?"

"Being an official brings more money. In addition to eating fan leaves, you can also buy more foreign things and ask for more wives. If you don't become an official, you just share some fan leaves to eat. Besides, being an official is not tiring. There are more officials and less work. , there is nothing to do if you want to do something.” "Excuse me, how can the dead minister's wife not eat the leaves, since there is nothing else to eat?" "It's okay to eat, but it's very expensive. Meat and vegetables have to be bought from foreign countries. When you were in Milin, you had to eat. It really cost our master a lot of money. The minister's wife is a strange woman If she eats lost leaves, someone will provide for her; for food, no one can afford; she has no choice but to take the eight little elves to dig weeds and vegetables to eat." "Where's the meat?"

"There's nowhere to find meat, unless you have the money to buy it from abroad. When people were half eating and half eating pralines—how many years ago—people ate all animals and flew away." Not one of them was left; have you ever seen a bird or beast now?" I thought about it for a long time, but I have never seen any animals; "Ah, white-tailed eagles, I have seen them!" "Yes, they are the only ones left, because their meat is poisonous, otherwise, they would have been extinct long ago." You guys are also fast... I said in my heart.I don't have to ask further.Ants and bees are needed, but there is no economic problem.Although there is no problem with them, everyone operates instinctively, which is much better than cat people.The cat people have no politics and economy to speak of, but they are still unavoidable. I don’t know which god created such a group of scumbags. They don’t have the instinct like bees and ants, and they don’t have the wisdom of humans. The god who created them is probably deliberately joking. .There are schools but no education, politicians but no politics, human beings but no personality, face but no shame, this joke is too much.

But, anyway, I must see the important people.I can't think of a good idea for the cat people. Let's see if their dignitaries have a way.The problem seems to be very simple: divide the fans into one point evenly, and become a kind of fanaticism, and that's enough.But that's exactly how to walk into the Jedi.They have to go back, ban the lost leaves, restore the farm workers, and then they can avoid the same death.But who can take on this important task?They have to change from the way of life of mosquitoes and flies to human beings-how much effort, perseverance and determination will be required for this leap!I am almost as pessimistic as Xiao Scorpion.

The scorpion is back.He was much thinner than when he was in Milin, but he was more sinister and cunning.To him, I am not polite, and ask: "Why treat?" "It's okay, it's okay, let's talk about it." There must be something, I can see it.I want to ask him a lot of questions, but I don't know why I hate him so much. When I see him, I have to say one less sentence and say one less sentence. The guests continued to come.These are people I have never seen before.They are not at all different from normal cat people.When he saw me, he said: "Old friend, old friend."I bluntly declare that I am from the earth, which is naturally inappropriate to express "old friends"; but they seem to regard the bitterness in the words as sweet, it is still: old friends, old friends. A dozen guests came.My luck is that they are all politicians. According to my observation, among the dozen or so people, they can be divided into three groups: the first group is the Dascorpion group, who speak of "old friend" very naturally, but with a slight air of having to say so; Older, I think of the old fox that Xiao Xie said.People in the second group are younger, and they are very friendly and polite to foreigners. They always smile, but their smiles are so empty. One can see that their pride lies in the fact that they have just learned some of the old fox's bad tricks. But it has not yet become a master.The third group is the youngest, and they speak of "old friend" in an unnatural way, as if they are a little shy.Da Xie specifically introduced the third faction: "These old friends just came over from there." I didn't quite understand what he meant.But sorry to ask.After a while, I realized that the so-called "over there" was the school, and these must be novices who had just entered the political world.I'd like to see how these guys who just came from there deal with these old foxes. Going to a banquet, this is the first time for me.When all the guests arrive, eat the fan leaves first, which is what I expected.Mi Ye has eaten, I am ready to see new tricks.Sure enough, it came.Da Xie sent a message: "In order to welcome friends from Xinyou, today they must select prostitutes." The few people who just came over from there were smiling, winking, shy, and proud, and they all muttered about Mr. Siji, Mr. Siji.My heart hurts as if my lover is about to die.This is their big husband, Ski!When I was there, I was talking about new ideas and husbands, but when I first arrived, when I first arrived here, everyone, husbands and prostitutes!It's over, I don't say anything, I just have to watch! When the prostitute arrived, everyone ate the leaves again.After eating the lost leaves, the young politician's face showed some pink under the gray hair, and he peeked at the big scorpion.Big Scorpion smiled. "Everyone do whatever you want," he said, "please, whatever you want, you're welcome." They all went to the lower floor with the hands of prostitutes, needless to say, the big scorpion had already prepared a place for them to enjoy themselves. As they went down, Da Scorpion smiled at the old middle-aged politician.He said, "Okay, now that they're out of the way, let's get down to business." I guessed it right, there must be something to treat guests. "Have you all heard about it?" Big Scorpion asked. The old man did not express anything, his eyes seemed to search his own heart.One middle-aged man was about to nod his head, but when he looked at others, he quickly turned to look up at the sky.I laughed out loud. Everyone got more serious, but they laughed seriously, meaning to laugh with me—I am a foreigner. After staying for a long time, a middle-aged man finally said: "I heard a little, but I don't know, absolutely don't know, whether it is reliable or not." "Reliable! My soldiers have been defeated!" Daxie was obviously concerned, or because his own soldiers were defeated. Everyone fell silent again.After staying for a long time, everyone even breathed out slowly, as if they were afraid of hurting their nose whiskers. "Everyone, how about some prostitutes?" Da Xie suggested.Everyone came alive: "Okay, okay! No woman, no good strategy, please!" Another group of prostitutes came, and everyone was very happy. The sun was going down, and no one ever said a word about politics. "Thank you, thank you, see you tomorrow!" Everyone walked away with the prostitutes. Those young people also climbed up from below, their faces were no longer reddish, but slightly grayish green.They didn't even say "thank you" and just muttered about Mr. Ski. I thought: They must have had a civil war, and Daxie's army was defeated. They asked everyone for help, but they didn't want to take care of it.If my guess is correct, it may not be a bad thing if no one helps Daxie.But Daxie's expression was very eager, and before I left, I asked him: "Why did your soldiers lose?" "Foreigners are calling in!"