In Quanzhou, Fu Province, the sky was a little dark and desolate. In the middle of winter, it was really cold to breathe. Not far away, the city walls that had been trampled by countless foreigners were in tatters. It also symbolized that this ancient Chinese Empire was walking in the end of the storm!
The cold rain carried the smell of rotting leaves. Old green stone slabs were covered with moss. On both sides of the street, merchants were constantly entering and leaving Quanzhou. The huge city wall that represented the feudal and backward era had become an obstacle to the industrial revolution as the Republic of China lost its spirit!
"Selling newspapers, selling newspapers, Guangzhou had a revolutionary uprising, and a hundred members of the revolutionary party were all arrested!!!”
"Yesterday, there was a strike by the railway workers in Chengdu. The revolutionary Xiao Renguang raised his arms and shouted at the Chengdu railway station, calling on all the people in the country to join forces to resist Western imperialism.!!”
"Mr. Sun is calling for ambitious young people to awaken from their slumber and join the revolutionary party to save the dying China!!”
The noise rose and fell. The paperboy selling newspapers shouted loudly. The big news from all over the north and south filled the ancient Quanzhou city. It was once the most prosperous and busy port in China during the Great Yuan Dynasty. After the Westernization Movement, Zuo Zongtang and the others opened a shipyard near Mawei and a shipping school. Countless young students were filled with the dream of reviving China!
But so what…
The vestiges of time were left in the port of Quanzhou City. The abandoned port had already become desolate. Other than the iron hooves of warships and cannons, it seemed that…this ancient empire of the East, this prosperous port city, had finally come to the end of the industrial era. It had become a hell and paradise for the Chinese to swallow their anger and the foreigners to be proud!!
The cold rain in the deep winter was like a dying old man. He was struggling and seeking medical help. Opium, Jiawu, Xinchou…
The rulers of the Forbidden City had imposed one unequal treaty after another on their 400 million compatriots. Unknowingly, this ancient empire was on the verge of collapse, as if it would fall apart in the next moment. It was a lively monarchical system. Only now did the Southern Revolutionaries finally know that this was just a delaying tactic of the Manchu Dynasty. What the Manchu Banner People wanted was not to reform and revive, but to struggle to survive. He continued to dream of becoming a superior country in the Celestial Empire!!!
Then, the Revolution of 1911 was like a cannon in the night sky, blasting the Manchu Empire into pieces!
The Republic of China, the new Republic of China, was not like what the people thought. The war continued, and the fruits of the 1911 Revolution were completely plundered by Yuan Shikai of Beiyang.
"Brat, do you want to die?"
On the side of the street, Butcher Sun, who was selling meat, raised his big hand and threatened his youngest son. This kid actually wanted to go to the south and join the southern party!
"You brat, you're rebelling against the heavens. You still want to join the revolutionary party!!!”
With a ferocious expression, Butcher Sun pulled his throat and poked his head around. That's right. If those spies found out, his entire family would be executed!
The youngest son seemed to be frightened by his father's face. His face turned pale. What was the purpose of joining the revolutionary party? To be able to eat, to become a high-ranking official, and to marry the daughter of the Liu family…
The little guy was a little confused. The uprising of the Revolutionary Party had sent the Northern Warlords to their deaths time and time again. Big Head Sun had experienced many failures and shouted his slogan loudly. The Revolutionary Party members who went forward one after another didn't know what they were fighting for. Just like that, it was too childish to attempt to overthrow the control of the Northern Warlords…
Ta Ta…Ta Ta…Ta Ta…
The sound of horses galloping could be heard from the other side of the street. The whip whipped the horse's butt, and the sound of the whip hitting the horse's butt increased.
The Republic of China already had the telegram and telephone. However, the industrial products of Western civilization were limited to prosperous places like Shanghai and Beijing. Cities like Quanzhou on the southeast coast had only the convenience of transportation. As for the so-called cars and trams, they were equivalent to zero. Everything retained the most primitive feudal flavor. The so-called Westernization Movement of the Empire was really a joke!
The peddlers along the street all avoided him and made way for him. Looking at this person, he must be from the nearby military camp. He even had a Mauser rifle on his back. He was quite coaxing!
After the sound of horse hooves whistled past, the entire street was filled with complaints and resentment!
" 1916, Quanzhou, Fujian Province…Big Head Yuan just died this year…"
Not far away, there was a young man wearing a baseball cap. There were a few strands of hair on his forehead. At a glance, he looked like he had returned from studying abroad. However, his voice was very soft and carried some doubt and suspicion, so the surrounding people did not hear the young man's words!
The young man's name was Zuo Zongming. Speaking of which, he was really related to Zuo Zongtang. The Zuo family in Fu Province could be considered a big family. Although it was down and out, the family business was still there. Now, Zuo Zongming should be the only son of the Zuo family!
The Zuo family was in Fujian. With Zuo Zongtang's death, some of their properties were sold. Until now, the Zuo family's current properties were mostly scattered shops. It was reasonable for them to maintain a rich life!
" Zuo Zongming, in 1916, the Republic of China was on the verge of collapse. The Southern Revolutionaries wanted to stain the entire country with blood. Yuan Shikai in the North was even more covetous. The country's industry was extremely backward, and the people were in dire straits…The United States, Britain, France, Germany, Japan, Italy, and Austria…Many powers were drooling over this vast land of China…"
" The road to revolution is extremely long. It's impossible to fight for hegemony with the foreign powers in the turbulent Republic of China…Since I've transmigrated here, I'll help the country and build an iron-blooded army that can sweep across the world…"
Zuo Zongming couldn't help but walk away. If there was anyone in this world who understood the direction of history better than him, it would be impossible. In troubled times, only iron and steel could save a skyscraper from collapsing. Although this skyscraper was on the verge of collapse, there were still so many people who needed to be saved. The lives of 400 million Chinese people were not a tool for the ambitions of politicians!!
The second floor of the teahouse was facing the rising sun. The golden sunlight was a little dazzling. Compared to the cold temperature in winter, Zuo Zongming looked back and saw the huge Quanzhou City flashing under his eyes...
The next era would be a magnificent and vast era of chaos. The story between history and heroes would complement each other. No one could be missing!
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