At the 1959 Arican National Exhibition, the carefully prepared Arican pavilion was essentially a massive "supermarket."
At that ti, the governnt had transported three thousand tons of goods, from books and magazines to movies and records, from canned food to washing machines, televisions, refrigerators, cars, boats, tractors, and other chanical equipnt, all displayed in the supermarket to showcase the huge commodity economy and prosperity under the free market economic system.
And the initial Soviet leader Khrushchev had attended the opening ceremony of the exhibition and engaged in a debate about "East-West ideologies and nuclear war" with Vice President Nixon.
At that ti, the Soviet Union, employing a planned economy, was experiencing a famine.
Facing the assault of supermarket culture, confronted by dense crowds and dazzling arrays of products, no one knew what Khrushchev truly felt.
After this, the "Corn Campaign" was launched, promoting corn nationwide, but evidently, this initiative failed, and Khrushchev earned himself a new nickna, "Cornman."
Of course, Khrushchev was not completely defeated by the "supermarket culture."
It was Yelchin who was also visited the "supermarket" who was knocked down.
Yelchin wrote gravely: After seeing hundreds of thousands of products on the shelves of Arican supermarkets, for the first ti, he felt a desperate sorrow for the Soviet people, a potential-rich and should-have-been-wealthy country that had fallen into poverty.
Now, from the poorer, even more impoverished Mountain and Sea Realm than the Third World, Monk Qiu Yuan saw the bustling scene in the supermarket.
His spirit was completely overwheld.
Wandering in the supermarket for several hours and confirming that these products truly existed, the monk finally snapped out of his daze.
"God, tell the ultimate answer. Why are there such huge differences between two worlds, as stark as paradise and hell?"
"Insufficient productive forces," Wang Hao said.
"What are... productive forces?"
This was not an easy question to explain.
The scene switched and Monk Qiu Yuan went to an electric vehicle factory, where he saw what was referred to as "productive forces."
Countless robots were working automatically, making an object "indescribable" at an unimaginable speed, this "indescribable object" was a hundred tis, a thousand tis more complex than any device he had ever seen!
anwhile, in the Mountain and Sea Realm, it might take a day or two for a blacksmith to forge an ordinary kitchen knife.
Wang Hao then took him to a vast plain, where seeders were planting wheat, these strange machines left the monk staring in bewildernt.
But he eventually understood what productive forces were.
"Why... are the productive forces in the Mountain and Sea Realm insufficient? How could such creations exist?"
"Because the Mountain and Sea Realm lacks a scientific worldview, lacks knowledge, and the social system is incomplete, relying solely on human labor instead of the mind to accumulate. How could the productive forces be sufficient?"
Monk Qiu Yuan arrived at a school.
A professor was explaining advanced mathematics: "Before applying L’Hôpital’s Rule, two tasks must be completed: one is whether the limits of the nurator and the denominator are both zero; the other is whether the nurator and denominator are differentiable within the specified region. If both conditions are t, continue by deriving and determining if the limit after deriving exists: if it exists, directly obtain the answer."
The monk felt as if his intelligence was being ground against the floor, Buddha had given him the ability to comprehend the language of this world. But he could not understand nor comprehend a single word.
Only a strong sixth sense told him, this knowledge might be the source of productive forces.
He then proceeded to hospitals, libraries, small cities, remote mountain areas, and even the exotic land of India, the birthplace of Buddhism.
Finally, he went to the poorest parts of Africa.
Even in poverty-stricken Africa, cannibalism was no longer a phenonon.
The developnt level of productive forces determined the scenes he observed.
If Africa’s grasslands were rewound thousands of years, they might not be much different from the Mountain and Sea Realm.
Old Monk Qiu Yuan, facing the vast Earth World, felt like an infant just opening his eyes to the world.
He realized he knew nothing about the world!
He only rembered this phrase: "Insufficient productive forces."
"Vigorously develop productive forces!"
Seeing is believing, he was thoroughly convinced, his resentnt completely dissipated.
This path that erged illuminated his soul, becoming a new faith.
He finally mustered the courage and sowhat worshipfully asked, "Dare I ask God, if productive forces are sufficient... would that be paradise?"
"No, even if productive forces are sufficient, there are still issues with distribution thods."
"There will be disparities in wealth, differences in abilities, often one can only find either outco justice or procedural justice, fairness and efficiency also often contradict each other. Contradictions naturally exist, without controversy, there would be no direction to move forward. This world is rely agonizingly searching for the way forward."
Wang Hao looked at the perplexed monk and continued, "Look at those terminally ill patients quietly waiting for death in hospitals, the corporate slaves struggling with mortgages in the subways; the impoverished students walking mountain roads; the starving people on Africa’s grasslands... To them, this world is hell."
The true "Paradise" is Blue Star World, the "Paradise" above the Moon, a world where everyone is like a dragon. But the so-called "Paradise" eventually collapsed completely.
The monk was slightly startled.
Yes, for those about to suffer from birth, aging, sickness, and death, this place is indeed hell.
But, the more complex issues still await resolution after solving basic sustenance.
"Do you want to stay here or return to the Mountain and Sea Realm?"
The monk said, "Let’s go back... After all, that is my holand. Disciple... thank you, God, for resolving my confusion."
"Then I’ll send you back."
Having said that, Wang Hao waved his hand, and Monk Qiu Yuan disappeared in front of his eyes.
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