Spring and Autumn.
Tanzi had his hands behind his back. Now that he was born a farmer and had walked all the way to the position of the national army, no one would question his gaze.
Looking at the golden roll, Tanzi looked at his disciple.""Zhongni, do you think that this path to China is really feasible?”
"Their era is too tragic.”
Confucius, who had traveled around the world and was famous for his knowledge, was silent for a moment.
He closed his eyes as he looked at the images that kept appearing on the Golden Roll.
Yes, he was also thinking.
These people wanted to overthrow all their ideas and find a new path.
Warlords, pedants, and enlightenment ideas were too complicated in such an environment.
Could they create a great country?
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The Golden Roll continued.
This time, what appeared was an image.
Zhou Shu Ren, who had returned to the country, was having difficulty breathing. He felt a chill down his spine.
He did not know what he had just seen.
When Caishikou was beheaded, the people crowded around as if they were watching a show.
Zhou Shu Ren looked at the blood that was spilling out of those people. Then, someone soaked them in steamed buns.
The commoners rushed over like crazy.
"Give me one. My child is not in good health.”
"I was here first! Give me one!"
Human blood, steamed buns.
The shocking red color made Zhou Shu Ren breathless. He looked blankly at his Chinese compatriots who were fighting for it.
He knew that it was recorded in the Compendium of Materia Medica that human blood could cure lung cancer.
After a long time, Zhou Shu Ren's chest fell heavily, as if it was pressed down by something.
He walked tiredly.
Qian Xuantong also followed behind him and caught up with him. He noticed Zhou Shu Ren's eyes that had no light in them.
"Brother Yucai, how did you become like this? Are you still the Zhou Shu Ren I know? Someone wants to restore the imperial system, don't you want to say something?”
Faced with Qian Xuantong's solemnity, Zhou Shuren, who had a numb gaze, lowered his eyes. He did not dare to look at the crowd who was snatching the bloody buns.
"Let's say there's an iron room with no windows, and it's indestructible, and there's a lot of people sleeping inside, and they're going to suffocate soon, and they don't know the sorrow of dying. " Now, you, with a loud shout, woke up these few more clear-headed people, but these unfortunate few have to bear the pain of this irreparable death. Do you think you can face them?”
Qian Xuantong fiercely flung his sleeves, straightened his back, and raised his neck.
"If I can wake those people up by shouting, I can't say that he has no hope of destroying this iron house.”
The moment the two of them confronted each other, Zhou Shu Ren's heart suddenly started beating violently.
Yes, it was not hopeless!
He suddenly understood.
He strode forward, his eyes blazing with flames once again.
"Yes."
"You're right. This room shouldn't be dark. I will open this dark room. I will!!!”
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The words of the Golden Roll were displayed.
In 1917, Russia's February Revolution won and the October Revolution began, creating a new era in human history and opening the way for the revolution of the world's working class.
In June 1917, Zhang Xun, Li Yuanhong, and Duan Qirui had a conflict. They mobilized troops to mediate. They summoned Kang Youwei, an old man of the Qing Dynasty, and others into the capital. They held an imperial meeting and decided to restore the throne. In July 1917, Duan Qirui set up a rebel army to defeat the restored party. After 12 days on the throne, Pu Yi abdicated.
On August 25, 1917, Mr. Sun convened a meeting of members of parliament in Yangcheng and proposed to safeguard the temporary constitution of the Republic of China. The meeting decided to establish a military and political government in Yangcheng. Mr. Sun was the commander in chief, guiding the Northern Expedition, calling for the Northern Expedition, and starting the Dharma Protection Operation.
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Now.
Big Ming.
In the Wanli year, as an important figure of the Donglin Party, Zuo Guangdou looked at the golden roll.
"It's really chaotic to the extreme. Restoration, warlords, commander-in-chief, conservative parties, slaves, traitors who cooperate with foreign countries, and ideologists."
"Is there really hope in this era?”
He couldn't imagine that in the history of the Ming Dynasty, he had always thought that it was better than today.
But when he saw the complexity of the future, he finally understood.
How difficult was that day, to the point that he couldn't even see the road!
On the other side.
Northern Song Dynasty.
Wang Anshi fell silent.
In the Great Song, he led Su Shi and the others to argue endlessly with Sima Guang and Ouyang Xiu.
He once thought that this was the most difficult part.
But at this moment, what did he see when he looked up?
They were traitors, revivalists, and warlords who copied foreign systems and were indoctrinated by foreign countries.
There were strong enemies outside and chaos inside.
There was not even a capital that truly belonged to China.
How should they walk a new path and create a new country!
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On the Golden Roll.
The inventory continued.
In June 1917, on the eve of Zhang Xun leading the Braids Army into Beijing, the editorial department of Jiayin Daily was smashed. Chen Duxiu and Li Dazhao had different opinions.
During the New Culture Movement, Li Dazhao echoed Chen Duxiu's New Youth through the Jiayin Daily and published articles advocating democracy. However, the difference between Li Dazhao and Chen Duxiu was that Li Dazhao believed that besides attacking the old cultural ideas, they should also study the social system and practice it on the road of social revolution.
The scene unfolded.
Now, the editorial department of Jiayin Daily had been smashed.
Li Dazhao didn't agree to disband the magazine agency and stayed behind. Chen Duxiu frowned.
"Zhongfu, with the current situation in the country, can you continue to write about 'New Youth'? It was not in line with China's reality to only talk about ideology and not politics.”
Chen Duxiu turned his head, clearly disappointed.""Foolish! Shouchang, look at the quality of the people. How can you talk about politics with them!”
Facing Chen Duxiu's question, Li Dazhao gave a tit-for-tat response.
"Within three years, we have been restored twice. Will this country allow us to improve the quality of our citizens? Throw away your fantasies and prepare for battle!"
However, Chen Duxiu was even more determined.
"No, I can't let you die. The current China doesn't need a Tan Sitong like you!”
The two of them had different opinions and were at a stalemate. In the end, they went their separate ways.
Chen Duxiu sighed and left. He walked alone on the street, looking at the numb Chinese people.
He was still firm on the path he had found.
Enlightenment.
On the other side.
Li Dazhao looked out the window at the dark sky and muttered to himself.
"Enlightenment is built on the explosion of flames. We must fight.”
Without the support of a political foundation, the quality of the people would never be improved.
If the quality of the citizens could not be improved, there would be no basis for a change in ideology.
This was an endless loop.
They only had one choice, and that was to fight.
At this moment, Li Dazhao's figure was exceptionally lonely, like the only light in the pitch-black night.
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Now.
Spring and Autumn.
It was rare for Mo Di, who was wearing straw sandals, to not be lecturing. He sat cross-legged and looked at the scene in the sky.
He already had a rough understanding of the so-called revolution, politics, and ideology of the later generations.
However, the more it was like this, the more he understood how cruel and chaotic this era was.
"Li Dazhao, this person is truly impressive.”
" He realized the essence, which is the cruelty of the changing times.”
Indeed, Mo Di's era was equally cruel.
The world was divided and the hierarchy was clear.
If they wanted to break the existing conditions, they could only fight.
On the other side.
Big Ming.
Wang Shouren, the founder of a school of thought, stood outside the tent with his hands behind his back, his gaze deep.
"Chen Duxiu isn't bad, but he's not as clear-headed as Li Dazhao. He doesn't know that the tragedy of the times has left him with no time to continue improving the quality of his citizens.”
"In this situation, we have to fight."
At this point, he paused and sighed.
"It's just that political battles are too cruel."
"In this chaotic era, how can they stand out?”
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The Golden Roll continued.
This year, Li Dazhao was prepared to face this cruel era and set foot on the path he had found:
The scene appeared.
At the window, Li Dazhao stared out.
He saw that the street outside the window had changed since Zhang Xun announced the restoration of the throne.
Other than the paperboys, rickshaws, cars, and foreigners.
There were old figures who had their clothes repainted, wore braids, and carried cages and birds, looking especially proud.
Some of the middle-aged men even spent money to buy braids from the driver.
The changes in this era made people feel unfamiliar and cold.
Li Dazhao closed his eyes.
He thought of many people, starting with Tan Sitong, Zou Rong, Wu Yue, Liu Daoyi…
These people didn't even care about their lives, just to help these people wear braids and fight for democracy.
But now, that rotten era seemed to have begun to spread again.
He opened his eyes, and the anger in them could no longer be hidden.
Blood could not be shed in vain!
At this moment, Li Dazhao picked up his pen and wrote a letter in anger. He sent it to his good friend, Bai Jianwu.
"The heroes have been washed away by the great river, and the singing and dancing are still on the painting tower. A generation's fame is empty and drunk, ten years of poverty and sorrow. Bamboo curtain half roll river rain, banana fan first welcome overseas autumn. Remembering that there are no words to say to the mountains, we should only sail the five lakes together.”
He lowered his head and tidied his clothes, looking especially serious.
It was raining outside the window, but he opened the door and entered the storm without hesitation.
The closed door behind him finally revealed two lines of words.
Iron shoulders bear morality, clever hands write articles!
It was time for him to shoulder his own morality.
In the heavy rain, Li Dazhao led his students to the streets without hesitation. He looked lonely, but he was still roaring in the rain.
"My fellow countrymen, last year, our country was already ravaged by the great thief Yuan Shikai. Now, this group of dirty and shameless Braid Army has once again used despicable means to ravage our country. My fellow countrymen, they can strangle our Republic of China, but they can't strangle the Republic in the hearts of the people. They could block the sun in the sky, but they could not block the light of democracy.”
"I swear to protect the Republic."
In this heavy rain, some people gave up on themselves, while others refused to change their minds until death.
But many people.
The student said,
Wait, they were all roaring.
" Protect the Republic!"
Right now, the Northern and Southern governments were extremely chaotic. With the restoration, it was even more chaotic!
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A new scene appeared on the Golden Roll.
In the study, Chen Duxiu's gaze was complicated as he muttered.
"Political."
"The awakening of literature, the awakening of thought, do we really have to join politics?”
On the other side.
Hu Shi, who had just studied the improvement of literature and the promotion of vernacular Chinese, looked at the newspaper with a deep gaze. His attitude was especially firm.
"How can politics be mixed up with ideology and cultural movements?”
On this day, Li Dazhao left the capital and openly resisted in the capital where the plaited soldiers had been restored. He was already prepared.
At this moment, he carried his suitcase and left without hesitation.
He knew that he was still groping his way, but he would find his way!
In the small courtyard in the northeast, Liu Changchun watched the students outside the window discussing that there was going to be an emperor again. His father had an ugly expression as he smoked.
Zhu Datong had already started reading the newspapers. He had a feeling that there shouldn't be such an emperor. If there was, what about those people who had died to overthrow the emperor?
The young Yuan Shu leaned against the windowsill and looked at the figures who were roaring and protesting against the restoration and were expelled. Yuan Shu frowned.
Father said that they were right, but why should the right people be expelled?
What was wrong with this country…
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