The official version of the first chapter forty-sixth
I am the most eccentric palace maid in the world, and no one seems to be able to doubt this. I have spent my childhood in endless labor, without childhood or youth. So I hate this world.
I remember my favorite hymn when I was three years old was: "The disgusting world is burdened with my sin."
When I was five years old, I began to think: If I can live to be seventy, then I have only survived a quarter of my life so far. The boredom I will experience when looking forward to the future is almost unbearable.
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When I first entered adolescence, I began to hate life abnormally and always expected the world to be destroyed. But the world did not end because of my hatred, so I began to attempt suicide again. But in the end I survived. The reason is very simple. I even
I don't even have the courage to commit suicide.
"Reality is reality, and it is never perfect." Sister Ayame always said to me in the past: "Our judgment must be based on the real world, and social reality determines that there must be kings and slaves. Many people in our country
If you can't even provide food and clothing, why should you pursue freedom and ideas? If you are unable to change, you can only choose to obey. I believe that freedom will naturally come when everyone can have enough to eat."
I think Sister Ayame is right, so I have lived in such an honest manner for eighteen years. But when I was eighteen, my thoughts suddenly changed 180 degrees. Because I felt that the memory of the past
It's all made up. It's not that I can't change my life, but it's that I haven't tried to change at all. One of the important factors that made me suddenly have this idea is that I met someone I shouldn't have met.
.But talking about this guy, he is very funny.
I have to get up every morning before the rooster crows. Although I am weak, I actually have a lot of things to do. Sometimes I even find that the work I have to do is very similar to Uncle Wu Gang who sawed the osmanthus tree in the Moon Palace.
It's similar. No matter what method you use to saw it off, it will miraculously grow back the next day, endlessly.
When I get up every day, I first wake up the crowing rooster. Then I order the cows to squeeze out fresh milk to supply the entire Nangong Concubine's morning needs. In addition, making breakfast and cleaning Nangong's outdoor work are all tasks.
My. Why? The answer is simple - because I am ugly. As a palace maid, being ugly means that you will never get ahead. For a guy who is definitely unable to get ahead, there is no need to talk morally with her. This proves
The people in the palace are very smart.
When smart people assigned me work, I nodded and bowed my head and replied: "Yes, yes, I promise to complete the task." They also looked at me with satisfaction and said: "2138, do a good job, those who are capable should work harder!" But
Sometimes I think that if I suddenly disappear one day, the entire Nangong will probably turn into a garbage dump? In this way, it seems that Nangong is not a place where smart people live, but a garbage dump.
After heating up the milk and fresh meat buns, I have to take my pigs and cows out for a morning run. My morning run is special because I have to force the pigs and cows to wear grass skirts. The purpose is not to hide their shame.
, but help me sweep the floor during my morning run. Then I have to arrange all kinds of excessive tasks for them. For example, let the pigs that should be slaughtered today commit suicide or ask the sika deer that should give their antlers today to hit the wall by themselves...
Others don't believe that I can get ahead, and I don't believe that these pigs and cows can get ahead. Others always force me to do this or that, so why can't I force the pigs and cows under my control? If I can't complete the task, I won't be able to eat, and I will be hanged.
If they don't obey, I won't give them any food, and I can kill them if they get upset.
Many people know that I am a poor slave girl, but few people know that I am a tyrant, because the beasts who know this cannot speak. When it comes to management, the easiest way is to turn all my subordinates into [mindless]
And slaves [who lack creativity] can do whatever I tell them to do, so that office automation can be achieved without machines.
Maybe I suppressed it too much, and one of my pigs woke up. That night, after I fell asleep, it woke up all its companions, and then announced: "I am tired of my current life, and I want to
Go to the wilderness and become a wild boar that can gallop freely." (I was so frightened at the time, I didn't expect that I could actually understand pig language?)
Some pigs were woken up, and some were still sleeping like dead pigs. Most of the pigs seemed to be very dissatisfied with the behavior of waking others up from their dreams, and some of them started to curse: "Why are you making so much noise in the middle of the night?"
You are just talking. Why don’t you think about whether the basic conditions for us not to raise pigs in captivity exist or not? I think this question can be answered easily.”
"But I think a creative and pioneering life should be better than it is now." Hearing his companion's scolding, Free Pig seemed to hesitate.
"Totally miss the point. With your IQ, you can think of a problem, but our master can't think of it? Anyone can analyze the pig's survival problem, but no one can solve it. Pigs all want to grow a fat body. Looking for
A good pigsty can serve as a delicacy in the royal kitchen in the future. And the number of good pigsties that can be accommodated is limited, and there are not many royal chefs. To put it simply, it is like thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge. At this time, it is not necessary to talk about freedom and personal dignity.
It’s all nonsense. If the pigs don’t even have enough to eat, would they still bother to talk about those nonsense? If liberalization is really carried out, many of our compatriots in the royal pig pen will have to stand up and oppose it first. So we talk about independent thinking.
Eighty percent of these guys are just shouting slogans, and the rest are just fooling around."
"I... I just feel that I am still young, and I don't want to lose my passion and ability to open up a new world... I just don't want to die without any memories to be proud of..." Free Pig was obviously timid and almost cried in anxiety.
Flowed out.
"What's really strange is why a pig like you appears here? There are pigs who are so self-righteous that they don't even know they are self-righteous. You belong to this type, and you are a typical ambitious and talented person. There is no place for you to give advice. You just
Are you here to express your feelings? It’s interesting, so please continue. I don’t want to keep you from thinking about things, we still have to go to bed.”
After hearing this, I finally couldn't help but jump out. My appearance shocked them and everyone fell silent. But in the end, I decided to punish the smart pig because it was the source of the turmoil. I can
I didn’t want to reason with the beasts, so I punished the free pig with feed, increased its work intensity, and drove it out of the high-end pig pen. And it wasn’t just a day or two, but all the time. The other pigs were fair to me.
Selfless, wise and powerful people seem to admire them very much, because this way they have more snacks and more time to sleep. After this incident, they became more obedient, and they didn't dare to hang themselves if I asked them to do so. Moreover, they were more obedient.
They also laughed at the increasingly haggard free pig from time to time...
But later I was surprised to find that the free pig was actually the longest-lived pig in the whole pen. Because it suffered from severe malnutrition after being hungry for a long time, no chef could look down on it, so
It will never be able to enter the royal kitchen, and will be made into pork knuckle noodles by the royal chefs. So I chose it to be the best helper when doing chores, and gave it a resounding name - Dead Brain. (In this way, I worked hard to teach it.
Some skills will not be wasted because it is slaughtered)
But watching it become more and more haggard, I was also very worried. I was especially afraid that one day it would suddenly lose its mind and lose interest in learning new skills. (Otherwise, I would be exhausted.) But I tried many methods.
Nothing worked, and his depression became more and more serious.
One day I found that as long as I was not around it, it would hide in a corner and cry alone, and said to itself: "A pig that doesn't respect reality will accomplish nothing. The duty of a pig is to make meat, but I
Now I’m not even qualified to cook meat.” (Of course I hid)
I thought about this matter painfully for a long time, and finally one day I found the answer deep in my memory. So I used my short spare time at work to tell it some stories. Some of the protagonists in these stories were named Gebai.
Ni, some are called Edison, and some are called Einstein... I don’t know where these stories come from. Anyway, there are absolutely no such people in the world I live in. But the further back, the more I feel these stories
The story is real, and the seemingly ingrained memories of my past life are fiction.
After telling the story, I said to Dead Brain: "If a pig is not affected by the spirit of dogmatism, the more it learns, the easier it will be to accept more things. On the contrary, the more it learns, it will only lead to the future.
It’s getting harder and harder to continue learning. Why can’t you stick to your beliefs, just because everyone doesn’t like your ideas? Isn’t it just that reality doesn’t need creative pigs? Other pigs are destined to be short-lived, so they don’t
Accept this kind of education, but you are different. You have to live strong. Due to practical limitations, other pigs are not qualified to become pigs pursuing a free life. In a sense, what they said is absolutely right, but now you have
Why don't you fight for it if the conditions are met? Pigs have the right to become meat, but they have no obligation. Can you understand what I mean?"
As I said that, I took out a sponge and placed it next to Dead Brain's left hoof, and another wooden board covered with sharp iron nails, placed it next to its right hoof, and then said to it: "Every pig has a pig at least once in his life."
The choice of life, and I want you to make your own choice now. If you step on the sponge on the left, I will immediately send you back to your original luxurious pigsty, so that you will once again gain stability and security, and be respected by the world.
In addition, your future life will also be arranged properly by others. If it is not good, you can still complain a lot; if you step on the wooden board on the right, you must be mentally prepared. Maybe starting from tomorrow,
You have to use it to study when other pigs are sleeping, and you have to use it to participate in creative practices when other pigs are eating snacks, and your heavy work will not be reduced at all. The most important thing is that if you stretch out your right foot
After that, your future pig life will all be chosen by yourself, and you can't blame others for success or failure."
Seeing the pained expression on the dead brain's face, I suddenly became nervous, but I couldn't explain why I was nervous, so I said again: "I want to state again that there are no advantages or disadvantages between the two options.
Who is right and who is wrong? These are just two completely different outlooks on life. A stable society needs the former, while a progressive society needs the latter. The former can make you the leader of the pig herd, while the latter may make you the leader of the pigs.
Einstein.”
As soon as the words finished, I saw it slowly raise its left hoof. After hesitating for a moment, it finally stepped on it without looking back...
So for the first time I saw Dead Brain smiling in front of me, and I laughed too, because it showed me its determination with its bloody left hoof. It was at that time that I decided to destroy the pig pen.
Then we would escape from this small and cramped world together with our dead brains, and trek through the infinite unknown. He would become a wild boar, and I would become a savage.
