——
The Golden Roll reflected the history of each dynasty. The students who rode oxen, the poor readers, those who rushed to the capital to take the examination, and those who reported the treacherous officials for the sake of righteousness, many people, including the treacherous officials, were stunned. Looking at the future, they were terrified.
This was the first time the treacherous official had seen such a complicated chaotic world.
To be precise, there was no hope.
The treacherous official Yan Song narrowed his eyes. Beside him was the Jiajing Emperor, Xu Jie, and the others.
"In this chaotic world, hope has been crushed time and time again. How did they create a great country? The future generations are really sad.”
The Great Tang.
Han Yu, who came from a poor family, stared at the golden roll.
"It was difficult to overthrow the Qing Dynasty, and it was difficult to start a revolution, but China is still the same.”
"The foreign races from the sea have humiliated us and taken over China's mountains and rivers.”
He had watched as the younger generation who had awakened their thoughts struggled all the way from that difficult era.
How could he create a real country?
He had his own system, dignity, and deterrence.
On the other side.
Great Song.
Fan Zhongyan, who was also from the lowest class, was now in power.
The shocking scene on the golden roll, when the bodies were picked up by the non-humankind, he lowered his eyes to hide the complicated emotions in his eyes.
"The Kawasaki Kingdom is full of ambition. The reason why they promised the Chinese children to study abroad and support the Chinese revolution is probably for today.”
"After the Qing court was destroyed, they were caught up in the internal strife for power.”
After a long silence, Fan Zhongyan finally looked at these people who were determined to reform and become a powerful country.
"It's too chaotic."
"Who can decide everything?"
——
The Golden Roll took stock.
In May 1915, Cai Yuanpei saw the failure of the revolution and went to the capital with his family. He founded the work-study association and the Chinese and French Education Association to promote work-study and help more Chinese people to study in Europe.
The scene unfolded.
In the conference room of the Chinese Law Education Association, Cai Yuanpei was thinking about how to make a living for the Chinese students.
Wu Yuzhang, who had founded the organization with him, had just finished his work. The pen in his hand paused and he spoke in silence.
"He Qing, do you think we can help?”
" The second revolution has failed. The Republic of China is like returning to another feudal dynasty."
He didn't say the rest, but Cai Yuanpei could tell.
His hands paused and he raised his head.
"Help as much as you can."
"There will always be an outstanding person who will lead China to find the right path again.”
At that moment, Wu Yuzhang saw Cai Yuanpei's eyes.
He was working hard. Even if he was alone, he would never give up.
In Cai Yuanpei's eyes, there was always hope for revolution.
—
The Golden Roll continued.
On December 27th, 1915, the famous journalist Huang Yuansheng was shot dead by the Revolutionaries for being a member of the Yuan Party.
The scene appeared again.
America.
In the courtyard, Huang Yuansheng lowered his head. He was clutching the newspaper so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.
The anger in his chest surged. This reporter, who was the only internationally influential reporter in China, was extremely angry.
"Yuan Shikai, you betrayed your country!"
He did not know why the Republic of China fell on the eve of the successful revolution.
On this day, it rained heavily in America.
The moment the bullet whistled through his heart, Huang Yuansheng fell to the ground, twitching as he listened to the curses in front of him.
"Yuan Shikai's lackey! Can you escape death?"
"He's a traitor, and you're a traitor's dog.”
As the heavy rain fell, Huang Yuansheng's consciousness gradually blurred. He was already unable to distinguish.
No one came to his lonely courtyard to rescue him. It was not until he was soaked in a puddle in the courtyard that a foreign overseas Chinese finally arrived and tried to rescue him.
Huang Yuansheng did not hide his identity anymore. His voice was very low, mixed with the sound of his chest breaking.
"There's no need to save me."
"My body and heart are dead. There's no need.”
"In my life, I passed the imperial examination, went to Kawasaki to study, and studied law.”
"He was a councilor in the Qing court and was a reporter for Shen Bao, The Times, Dongfang Daily, and Young China. He also wrote On Official Obsession, Three Days of Watching Heaven, Chef of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and New Year in Beijing, criticizing Yuan Shikai during the Republic of China.”
"Yuan Shikai invited me to be the chief editor of his official newspaper, but I refused and came to America.”
"My name is Huang Yuansheng. I'm just a reporter with a Chinese heart.”
At this moment, the last spark in Huang Yuansheng's eyes dissipated.
The rain became heavier.
—
At the same time.
In another space.
Big Ming, the young Yang Jisheng fell silent.
He had never wanted to be a corrupt official, nor did he want to be a clean and honest person. What he wanted to do was to become a person who dared to speak in the imperial court.
At this moment, looking at the figure on the Golden Roll who died in a foreign country, Yang Jisheng finally knew.
In the later generations, there were also scholars who were not afraid of power and dared to speak.
——
The Golden Roll continued.
In 1915, Cai E originally supported the revolutionary army and had hope for Yuan Shikai. However, that year, he saw the news of Yuan Shikai declaring himself emperor. He was furious and sneaked back to Yunnan from the capital. He contacted Tang Jiyao and others and directly declared Yunnan's independence. He publicly organized a national defense army and brazenly launched a national defense war against the Beiyang Army where Yuan Shikai was.
When Yuan Shikai heard the news, he issued a crusade in the name of the Republic of China.
Yuan Shikai announced the abolition of the imperial system, but it still could not stop the national crusade against Yuan.
On March 22, the imperial system was abolished.
Yun Nan.
Cai E, who had just received a call from Yuan Shikai asking for a truce, looked gloomy.
He had never thought that Yuan Shikai would not only steal the fruits of the revolution, but also become the emperor!
He wanted to push the Republic of China, which had been exchanged for countless people's blood and sacrifices, back to the feudal society where everyone in foreign countries despised and bullied them.
Although Yuan Shikai had abolished the imperial system, Mr. Sun had also begun to celebrate.
However, he was still under pressure.
At this moment, Cai E looked up into the distance and fell silent.
The overseas countries still have the desire to destroy China.
The Republic of China existed in name only, and the four provinces were independent. He saw the smoke of war everywhere and felt extremely depressed.
"Where is the path?"
——
The Golden Roll continued.
After the war to protect the country in Yunnan, Yunnan in Southwest China and Guangdong and Guangxi became independent one after another. Baldy Jiang led the revolutionary party to occupy Jiangyin and declared independence. Chen Shufan declared the independence of Shaanxi and Nan, Chen Huan declared the independence of Sichuan, and Tang Xiangming declared the independence of Hunan.
Yuan Shikai was deserted and called to announce his abdication. He died of illness in the capital at the age of 58. Li Yuanhong was appointed as the general commander of the Republic of China.
——
Big Ming.
Zhu Yuanzhang saw that Yuan Shikai was being betrayed and coldly snorted.
"Without methods, he still wants to be the first bird. This Yuan Shikai really can't be defended.”
The burly man.
Liu Bang was not surprised and only nodded.
"His vision is too short and his desires are too strong. In this chaotic world, only true people can create that great country.”
Great Qin.
In the carriage, Ying Zheng's voice was low.
"I can't imagine what kind of person could create a new country under such conditions.”
The Southern Song Dynasty, Zhao Gou of the Song Dynasty, the Eastern Han Dynasty, Liu Hong of the Han Dynasty, Liu Bei of the Three Kingdoms, and Shu Han were all watching with complicated gazes.
"How is that possible? What kind of person can create a country in such a chaotic world?”
—
A new golden roll appeared.
That year, 698 Chinese workers set out from Tianjin to take part in the First World War.
Zhou Shu Ren had returned.
Yes, he brought the hope that his teacher Zhang Taiyan had given him back to China.
The sky was dark and gloomy. Zhou Shu Ren, who was wearing a long robe, looked at the port in front of him.
The vest couldn't hide the layer of skin that exposed the dense ribs. Their bodies were dark and thin. Many people worked all year round, their backs hunched, and their arms were covered in calluses and scars.
Zhou Shu Ren's gaze was fixed on these figures who seemed to be at a loss and somewhat nervous.
There were teenagers around fourteen or fifteen years old, and middle-aged men around forty or fifty years old.
They lined up and boarded the ship, going to a place they had never been to in their lives.
Zhou Shu Ren watched silently.
He knew that the wars between the overseas countries were fierce and the consumption of manpower was huge. The overseas countries took a fancy to the cheap Chinese workers and their large population, so they asked the Northern Army to sign an agreement to use Chinese workers as supplies to support the battlefield.
Yes, supplies.
The Northern Army was cowardly and actually agreed to exchange them for money.
The straw sandals rubbed against the ground. Zhou Shu Ren looked at the figure who boarded the ship, and his chest was extremely depressed.
It was raining.
The cold rain fell on his face until a worn-out umbrella opened.
Zhou Shu Ren turned around and looked at the dark figure of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old Chinese worker.
"Sir, don't be sad. Our lives are cheap. You're Sir, and you're different from us. You have to protect yourself and help China.”
Zhou Shu Ren looked at the child's eyes that were trying to hide his fear and suddenly choked.
He didn't even know if these people could return in this lifetime.
At the end of the First World War, Eagle Country and Hair Country had recruited more than 170,000 Chinese workers. These Chinese workers had supported the allied countries in the war. However, in the midst of the war, they worked hard, lived in caves, and hid from bombs. They were on the verge of death, homesick, and tormented. Those who died in foreign countries were only numbered.
On July 8, 1916, after the failure of the second revolution, Huang Xing, who was forced to go into exile overseas, was invited back to China by all walks of life. However, due to overwork, Huang Xing died on October 31 in Shanghai.
The scene continued.
Chen Duxiu, who had been thinking hard to find a path for China, appeared in Shanghai.
This time, he was there to pay his respects. He wanted to pay his respects to a person.
Huang Xing.
Without a hospital bed, Huang Xing died.
Chen Duxiu looked at the founding father of the Republic of China and fell silent.
He thought of the middle-aged man's life that he had seen after his investigation.
Huang Xing was initiated at the age of 5 and entered the school of Changsha Xiangshui at the age of 24.
At the age of 28, he was sent by the Qing court minister Zhang Zhidong to study in Kawasaki.
When he was 29 years old, Russia occupied the northeast. He immediately organized a group of people with lofty ideals and prepared to go to the battlefield. However, they were stopped by the imperial court in the end. Huang Xing's anti-Qing consciousness began to awaken.
In 1904, Huang Xing founded the anti-Qing organization Huaxing Association in Changsha. The uprising failed and he fled to Kawasaki. The next year, he met Mr. Sun and founded the Alliance.
The uprising failed several times until 1911, when the uprising succeeded and the Republic of China was established. Yuan Shikai stole the fruits of the revolution and fled to the United States after the second revolution failed.
Until now, he was 42 years old.
Chen Duxiu didn't say anything, but his mind was filled with thoughts.
The first batch of Tan Sitong reformed the country and started to think of reform.
The second batch of Mr. Sun and Huang Xing started the revolution.
He knew that the revolution was not over. The revolution had just begun. It was time for his generation to make their appearance.
At this moment, Chen Duxiu turned around and went down the mountain.
He had his hands behind his back. He did not have the air of a scholar and looked rather ordinary.
The clouds were thick and there was no light, just like the Republic of China.
He didn't know if his generation would succeed.
However, someone had to do it.
Each generation had its own responsibility.
——
The Golden Roll was still being counted.
In 1916, according to Yuan Shikai's will, Li Yuanhong succeeded as the commander of the Republic of China and appointed Cai E as the governor of Sichuan. However, Cai E unfortunately contracted throat cancer. On November 8, Kawasaki died of illness and left a will.
Huang Xing left, Cai E also left…
A shocking scene appeared at this moment.
Kawasaki, in the hospital.
Cai E, who had been treated for a long time, emitted a strong medicinal smell. He was so weak that he could not open his eyes.
Many of his friends stood at the edge of the bed, tears welling up in their eyes.
Li Dazhao stood in the crowd and looked at Liang Qichao's favorite student with a complicated expression.
From a tailor, he studied all the way, joined the Qing court, and went to Kawasaki to study.
Because of the national crisis, he also initiated an ideology revolution, advocating the comprehensive development of education, ideology, physique, and weapons.
Later, he participated in the revolution, overthrew the Qing Dynasty, and established the Republic of China.
Not long ago, he had openly opposed Yuan Shikai's claim to be emperor.
He had inherited Tan Sitong, Liang Qichao, and the others 'ideas of reform and entered the second generation, the predecessor of the revolutionary era.
On the hospital bed, Cai E struggled with all his might despite being extremely weak. He wanted to get up and take a look at the current China.
He stretched out his trembling hand and pointed at his home on the other side of the ocean.
When his good friends saw these iron-willed men who had risked their lives to participate in the revolution in the past become like this, tears fell like rain.
"It's okay. Yuan Shikai didn't declare himself emperor. The Republic of China is still there.”
Cai E opened his mouth. His throat cancer made his voice extremely hoarse, but he had to say it. He knew that he was about to die.
"Now is the most chaotic time."
"After I die, Li Yuanhong won't be able to suppress these people. I reckon that he will soon start a warlord regime. Is China going to return to the Northern and Southern Dynasties, the Jin Dynasty, and the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms?”
Cai E panted heavily. His eyes were filled with unwillingness, and his clenched knuckles were trembling.
"The Republic of China will verify the compensation for the fallen soldiers and those who contributed to the defense army that I led.”
"As for me."
"Give me a light burial.”
He said that he had failed to contribute to the country of the people.
Thunder rumbled in the gloomy sky outside the window.
Cai E was dead.
This year, he was 34.
Li Dazhao left the hospital and headed to the dock with his luggage.
The sky was dark and the sea was turbulent. The waves that were desperately raised seemed to want to drown this era.
Li Dazhao faced the storm head-on, allowing the waves to rise.
He thought.
The path of an intellectual revolution and copying foreign systems had been taken. This path was not feasible in China today.
He wanted to go back and find a new path for China.
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The Great Tang.
Standing behind Wu Zetian, Di Renjie and the others watched.
The scene on the Golden Roll kept changing.
Di Renjie's voice was somewhat suppressed.
"These people who overthrew the Qing Dynasty have all passed away.”
"A new era is about to begin."
Yes, even they could feel the obvious difference in the times.
The first generation reformed on the basis of the Qing Dynasty, and the second generation rebelled against the Qing Dynasty and established the Republic of China.
Now, these paths were all gone.
At the same time.
At the end of the Qin Dynasty.
Behind Xiang Yu, Fan Zeng had a complicated expression.
"Will it really be an era of warlords? The fate of this country was so bitter.”
Every dynasty was watching. This was the end of an era and the beginning of another.
—
At this moment, the Golden Roll was being counted.
On July 6, 1916, General Li Yuanhong reappointed the military and political affairs of the provinces. Most of the provinces controlled by the Northern Warlords were the original troops, and the rest of the provinces reappointed their cronies. The era of warlords began.
After the parliament was dissolved, the national gangs stopped their activities simultaneously. Most of the tough members of parliament joined Baldy Jiang and became important members of Baldy Jiang's party. Baldy Jiang's party began to take shape!
The next moment, the words were shocking!
Civilization is an extremely fragile thing
No matter if you have hundreds or thousands of years of glory, as long as you take a wrong step in those decades,
The glory of the past could only become a string of numbers on the chronology, a joke of the alien races, and a dust hidden in history.
We didn't come here naturally. It was countless people who fought for this hard-won opportunity at every key point in history.
In this era, there is a continuous gloom. The country is muddy. Anyone who walks on the road will inevitably be stained with dirt. It is annoying.
But there are always people who love this land, open their arms, fall on their backs, and embrace it from zero distance.
They were scholars, students, they had no power, let alone change the gloomy weather.
But they used their bodies as the foundation to build a road that would not let anyone get covered in mud.
Even though the road ahead was full of thorns, a new group of people was willing to burn themselves, to let the gloomy raindrops stop, to let this era shine, to let the flames of this great country burn completely.
The Republic of China--the Era of Contending Schools of Thought
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