The second volume is full of glory and splendor in the capital, and the spirit is full of vitality in the foggy city. Chapter 334 Dublin (Part 1)
Subtitle of this chapter: Canned Herrings for the Swedes, a Radical President for the Irish.
"The bright moon shines on the dangerous rocks,
The white waves are surging.
Fishing boats off the Isle of Man,
A vast ocean can be seen..."
"Pika Pika."
Our Master Yuan is a man of Serbian culture. When he saw the Irish Sea at night on the deck of the fishing boat, he was inspired to write a poem immediately, "Lang Tao Sha - Irish Sea".
It's a pity that his poetry level is only enough to write doggerel like "Pay money to have more fun than Kang Nanhai", so he can only borrow the works of Comrade "The most sensitive word here".
As expected, it was "pika pika" dropped by the Master Ball system.
"We're here! We're here!" Ganon Townsend said excitedly, pointing to the distant horizon. "Dr. Yuan, that's Dún Laoghaire, my hometown."
He introduced enthusiastically, "Dr. Yuan, the herrings we have there are very famous. I'll treat you to some once we get ashore..."
"Wait a moment!"
When she heard the word herring, Yuan Yan immediately thought of the infamous canned herrings.
Even though he had never smelled it, he knew its name. It was said to be the world's stinkiest food, three hundred times stinkier than Birissa's stinky tofu, and could be used as a non-lethal weapon.
Moreover, this smell is very similar to the stench of a corpse. If it is opened in a confined space, it will definitely have the miraculous effect of "lingering in the air for three months".
He asked very cautiously, "Mr. Cannon, you're not going to treat me to canned pickled herrings, are you?"
"Pickled herrings?" Townsend said with disgust, "No, no, no, that's only eaten by the Swedes. We Irish don't have such a strong taste."
After hearing this, our Master Yuan felt relieved.
So when he got off the boat he had a wonderful meal of fried herrings, fried herrings, fried herrings, fried potatoes, fried potatoes, fried potatoes...
Well, in 1921, herring was a relatively cheap food, usually only eaten by poor people in coastal areas. It later became a luxury due to overfishing.
After eating the herring and potato supper, they boarded several seafood trucks under the cover of darkness and arrived at the outskirts of Dublin.
The word Dublin comes from the Irish Gaelic Dubh Linn, which means "black pond". So Dublin is the settlement next to the black pond.
But don’t underestimate this “settlement”.
The city's name first appeared in a geography manuscript by Claudius Ptolemy, the inventor of the geocentric theory, which was completed in 140 AD.
That is to say, at the latest during the Eastern Han Dynasty, this place had already become a city that ancient Roman geographers needed to pay attention to.
Monday, July 25, 1927.
At dawn, Master Yuan, who exuded the smell of herring from head to toe, finally arrived at his destination, a typical Irish small farm.
The two crown princes, who also smelled like herrings, were sent to "rest," and here he met his old mistress, Miss Lillian Gish.
"Oh, I knew you could do it..."
She ignored the smell on him and threw herself into his arms.
"Lillian, I knew you knew I could do it..."
Regardless of the fact that he was in public, he gave his "lover lady" an extremely passionate long kiss.
“Cough, cough, cough …”
The kiss was indeed a bit long, and the two looked a bit inseparable. Someone nearby couldn't help coughing.
Only Master Yuan could be so unrestrained in the Irish countryside where conservative Catholicism reigns.
He is different now, as his family has the privilege to spend money freely.
And everyone present knew that it was this Seres man who brought the two important people here from London.
These people thought it was a joke at the time, but now that they have seen the real person, the only thing in their hearts is "surrender".
So what if we just kiss?
This couple just wants to get a room, so we have to make room for them.
Yuan Yan suddenly let go of his mistress and calmly opened his arms to his old friend, saying, "Hello, my dear friend."
Old Kennedy didn't mind his smell, but hugged him warmly and praised him sincerely: "Neo, you are amazing!"
Master Yuan knew that this person also liked to show off, so he deliberately said loudly: "Joseph, you are also a great contributor. Without your help, how could I have brought the two crown princes here?"
"Hahaha..." JFK's father was indeed very happy when he heard him say that.
"Let me introduce you. This is Mr. Eamon de Valera. By the way, he has just become the provisional President of Ireland."
As mentioned earlier, Mr. Valera, who is also an Irish-American like Kennedy Sr., was a key figure in the Irish independence movement. He is now the interim president and president of the National University.
This gentleman is a linguist by profession, specializing in Irish Gaelic, and is also one of the enthusiastic supporters of the revival of this ancient language.
A middle-aged man with a side-parted hairstyle, round-framed glasses, and a large hooked nose extended his hand enthusiastically. "Dr. Yuan, it's a real honor to meet you. On behalf of the Irish people, I want to thank you for your tremendous support for our cause."
Yuan Yanshu had come into contact with many outstanding figures since crossing over, and had long been tempered by experience. As soon as she heard these words, she knew there was something else behind them.
If this was "an Irish business," what did it have to do with him, a Serbian?
He smiled, shook hands with the other party, and replied without missing a beat: "Mr. President, please don't thank me. Because this is for our common cause."
"Hehe..." The other party smiled awkwardly and introduced a few colleagues to him.
Finally, the interim president asked kindly, "Dr. Yuan, would you like to take a break first?"
Our Master Yuan took a look at his expectant lover and thought to himself, as the saying goes, a long separation is better than a new marriage. My "rest" will have to last from sunrise to sunset.
He shrugged apologetically at Lillian, then turned his head and said, "No, I've rested on the way. Let's talk about business first..."
"...In short, having the two crown princes in our hands is of great benefit to our cause of independence. Ultimately, we have to thank you, Dr. Yuan!"
Yuan Yanshu finally smoked his beloved Cuban cigar, but after listening to Mr. Valera's words, he didn't like the taste of the cigar so much anymore.
This man is indeed an evergreen and tumbler in Irish politics.
In 1921, he began to serve as provisional president.
In 1932 he became Prime Minister of the Irish Free State.
When the Irish Republic was established in 1937, he served as its first Prime Minister and drafted Ireland's new constitution.
After resigning in 1948 for visiting the German Embassy to pay his respects to Hitler , he served as Chancellor from 1951 to 1954 and again from 1957 to 1959. He became President from 1959 and was re-elected in 1966.
He retired in 1973 at the age of 91 and died two years later, a feat extremely rare in Western democracies.
But this guy lacks a bit of political sensitivity, otherwise why would he take the initiative to mourn "His Highness Temperance"?
What's the difference between this and eating canned Swedish herring in public?
Moreover, his political stance is very radical and quite "willful".
The Anglo-Irish Treaty signed by Collins and Churchill was passed by a narrow majority in the Irish Provisional Parliament. However, he jumped out to support the Irish Republican Army's resistance, starting the "Irish Civil War" which was even bloodier than the "Irish War of Independence".
Now that he has two crown princes, he naturally becomes more "willful".
According to him, the Irish wanted to use the lives of the two highnesses to blackmail the British government into making extremely serious concessions. That is, to allow them to establish the Irish Republic in one step and allow Northern Ireland to return. From what he said, he even planned to leave the Commonwealth.
This is completely different from Yuan Yanshu's idea.
Our Master Yuan raised his hand and said, "Mr. President. May I say a few words?"
"Dr. Yuan, of course."
