What is the most authentic side?
The real side is that what is presented to them is a slum. Compared with the prosperity on the other side, everything here is gray, the streets here are narrow, and even sewage flows across the ground. From the house
, the sewage discharged from the alley was flowing freely on the street. On both sides of the street were unkempt stalls, where vendors were selling in Spanish or Italian, and flies were randomly biting on the meat stalls.
On the meat.
"Haha, see if I'm right, this is the most real side!"
John said with some excitement. He even picked up the camera excitedly and took pictures of people on the street. He finally found evidence that Ming Dynasty was definitely not a paradise.
After taking a lot of photos with the camera, John went to a tavern on the roadside. The dim room was filled with the choking smell of cheap tobacco. He observed the guests in the tavern. He sat on the bar and spoke with a somewhat stiff voice.
of spanish asked for a beer.
"British?"
Sandler looked curiously at the two guests who had just entered.
"American, my name is John, from New York."
"New York? I went there more than ten years ago. My name is Sandler."
Meeting a white man who spoke English made John feel very good. He ordered a beer for him, and then they started chatting. After chatting for a while, he looked back at the guests in the pub and said doubtfully.
"It seems to be working time now, why are there so many customers here?"
"Working hours?"
Sandler said in a sarcastic tone.
"You have to find a job,"
"It should be easy to find a job. I remember there seems to be an employment agency here. As long as you register, they will introduce you to a job."
Mark Twain said with somewhat puzzling evidence that when he was in the United States, he knew that employment agencies, an industry with Ming characteristics, allowed many people to find jobs easily. "Employment agencies?"
Sandler sneered.
"Yes, there are employment agencies, but in the employment agencies, the people there can only speak Chinese, no one can speak Spanish, and if you don't speak Chinese here, it is almost difficult to find a long-term job.
For any job, even dock workers, jobs that require physical strength, you must be able to understand Chinese, otherwise no one will hire you."
John became excited when he heard it, and he asked a little excitedly.
"So, if you don't speak Chinese, it's impossible to find a job?"
"Yes!"
Sandler took a deep sip of beer, and then said with some annoyance.
"John, I used to be a reporter, a journalist in Buenos Aires, and there used to be six Spanish-language newspapers here, but now? Not one! They closed all the Spanish-language newspapers."
As soon as Sandler finished speaking, someone said.
"Mr. Sandler, it's not that they closed the newspaper, it's because no one was reporting and publishing ads, so the newspaper owner closed the newspaper."
"That's right, but why doesn't anyone place an advertisement in the newspaper? John, it's because a large number of Chinese people have poured in here. They occupy everything here. Everything, as long as it is an industry you can think of, is full of them.
There are more and more people in the Ming Dynasty, and the advertisements in newspapers are naturally targeted at them. Without the support of advertisements, Spanish-language newspapers will naturally not be able to run. Of course, it is not just that, "
Perhaps it was because he hadn't talked to anyone about this for a long time. When Sandler mentioned all this, his tone was full of complaints. He certainly had reason to complain. After all, he was a respected reporter once upon a time.
But what about now? He is just an unemployed middle-aged man, and his wife even left him.
"Now, there is no Spanish school in the entire Ming Empire, whether in the former Chile, Argentina or Paraguay. The Ming people did not close those schools, but they required every teacher to obtain a teaching qualification.
, and this requires passing a Mandarin test. My God, do you know how difficult it is to learn Chinese?"
When talking about Chinese, Sandler was a little jealous of his friend Hidalgo. He was once a poet and wrote many patriotic poems, but now? He became a clerk-different from civil servants, its treatment
It's a lot lower, but at least it's a very decent job. Because he can not only speak but also write Chinese.
"This is not the most important thing, but the Ming Empire deliberately created a deadlock - all teachers must pass the teacher qualification examination before they can teach. This means that all Spanish-speaking teachers must pass the Mandarin exam before they can become teachers.
Of course, they set up a three-year transition period to give them three years to learn Chinese. But at the same time? They used compulsory education subsidies as an excuse. Only teaching materials compiled in accordance with the Imperial Ministry of Education's syllabus can be qualified.
They can enjoy tax exemption rights for teaching books, and other books must pay taxes. In addition, they also require all schools to use teaching materials that comply with the education syllabus, which means that Spanish books are not only expensive, but also cannot be sold legally.
The textbooks entered the schools, and they eliminated Spanish bit by bit."
Sandler complained as he drank a glass of wine in a depressed manner.
"What did this civilized country do? They destroyed everything here. Everything created by the Spaniards will be destroyed by them. Our fate may be like those of the Indians..."
Looking at Sandler who was drinking sullenly with his head down, John wrote everything down truthfully. Of course, he selectively ignored the last sentence. Then he asked a lot of questions, and of course Sandler knew
Since he was a reporter from the United States, he naturally answered his questions one by one, often adding extravagant information about everything he knew.
“Woman, what are those damn Ming people doing? They don’t hire Argentines or provide us with good jobs, but at the same time they provide good, high-paying jobs for their own people, who live in gorgeous neighborhoods.
Here, what about us? We can only live in this kind of ghost place. Women, especially those who love vanity, will abandon their children and marry Ming people..."
When he mentioned those women, Sandler once again thought of his beautiful wife. No, it should be his ex-wife. She chose to divorce after he lost his job and married a Mingguo man. That guy was just an ordinary man.
He is just a tram driver, a worker.
"God can testify that Buenos Aires used to be so beautiful, but since it was occupied by the Ming Dynasty, everything has changed..."
"No matter how beautiful it is, what's the point? All of this no longer exists..."
A few drunkards complained dissatisfiedly on the side. They were recalling the happy life there. It seemed that in their eyes, that era was happy, unlike now, where they can only linger like wild dogs...
(End of chapter)
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