Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 12 | Page 496

you and your fellow workers . Be a responsible and fair master .” He nodded with resentment , “ We work like slaves and are only allowed to rest for a few hours at night . We are punished for the smallest mistakes . It is completely unreasonable and so unfair !” He paused thoughtfully , then spoke again , this time with courage , “ Can you assemble all your poor friends who are also stuck in this desperate situation ? We need to gather and organize ourselves .”
And so , by the word of mouth , subtly but with enthusiasm , impoverished peasants who were deeply unhappy gathered in secret meeting places . Unbelievably , like-minded comrades grew to tens of thousands all over China . Gradually , it dawned on them that a revolution against the rich was called for . They had miraculously equipped themselves with makeshift weapons : spears , axes , even arrows .
By now , I sensed the urgency of the situation and could not believe that history was actually unfolding before my eyes . Heroic peasant leaders had successfully gathered support . Inevitably , revolution finally broke out . Palaces as well as wealthy homes , elaborately built museums and libraries were raided and burnt down as the angry mobs gained momentum throughout the country to rebel against the elite who by now had no soldiers , as they were all fighting for the poor instead .
At that moment , I twisted my time turner and was back with my family again , walking around the museum in modern Shanghai . That night , I thought of how I had taught Mr . Fu a lesson . If we do not learn from the past , we will make the same mistakes again . My brief visit to old Shanghai gave me a glimpse of the reasons of resentment from the poor . History will unquestionably repeat itself if nothing is done to stop the huge wealth differences of today .