Under the golden rankings, the images of the Republic of China reflected the ancient dynasties.
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He was a child named Zhao Shiyan. He came to the city from the countryside to study and join the New Youth Magazine. Ever since he joined the New Youth Magazine, Zhao Shiyan also hosted a fortnightly magazine called Work Study.
This was a patriotic youth who was very inclined to advocate for the cause of the country.
At this moment, in this Cold Moon life, he raised his pen full of longing and wrote down his own ideas.
" The result of the revolution of the working class is the fairest and most equal system. There are no warlords, financial magnates, ethnic groups, and national boundaries. Although it is good in economy, it is especially good in morality.”
This was a new path they had found for China.
Even though he was not sure if this path would succeed.
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On the other side.
In Beijing University's classroom.
Hu Shi faced the students 'questions and gave a firm answer on how to change China's current situation.
"No matter what, it is reasonable to be pragmatic, to make bold assumptions, and to verify carefully.”
" The Western powers have used history to prove what the right path is. Freedom and democracy do not necessarily require violent revolutions.”
He always believed that the system he saw overseas was the right path for this country.
At the same time.
Chen Duxiu locked himself in the study room and was also thinking, but his eyes were a little confused.
"If we can't make a revolution, we should at least enlighten our minds first.”
After the Spring Festival, Li Dazhao thought of the Soviet Union, the result of the Russian revolution.
Carrying his luggage, he realized that revolution had to be fought and blood had to be shed.
"Back then, Mr. Tan Sitong's reform was like this, and so was Mr. Sun's founding of the Republic of China!”
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Tang Shan Road Mining School's National Literature Teacher Wu Jingheng and other anarchists were cheering.
"Great Unity! Junping! Freedom! Help each other!"
Beijing.
A group of Qing Dynasty elders who insisted on the restoration gathered in a small teahouse to discuss.
"The world is ultimately the emperor's world. Even if we fail this time, the emperor is still young and there will always be a chance.”
At this moment, the initial contradiction in his thoughts erupted!
Everyone had different opinions.
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Three Kingdoms.
Cao Wei.
The old Sima Yi looked at the golden roll, and the various chaotic opinions, and he frowned.
"Different factions, different ideas, no one can convince the other.”
"In this chaotic world, building the greatest country in history?”
On the other side.
The burly man.
Xiao He became more and more silent.
Anarchism, the revolution of the proles, imitating the American system overseas, restoring the era of monarch and minister.
There seemed to be more and more ideas in this Great Era, and each idea represented a country walking on a completely different path.
In this country, many people were working hard.
However, even though they were both searching for the way, they did not acknowledge the other party who was also groping in the dark.
"What is the right path?”
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On the golden list, the counting of words continued.
In 1918, the world began to change. The wars in the overseas countries stopped a little, and the domestic changes continued.
On January 15th, in order to protect the temporary covenant of the Republic of China, Nanfu launched a war to protect the law. Cen Chunxuan established the Southwest Provinces Federation in Yangcheng.
On January 20th, the southwest warlords formed the Association of Protectors Against Restoration.
On January 28, Russia established the Soviet regime and the Constitution Assembly was dissolved.
On May 4, due to the dissatisfaction of the southwest warlords, many provinces did not come to participate in the establishment of the Law Enforcement Office. Later, they attempted to fight among factions, and the Law Enforcement Army only existed in name. Mr. Sun resigned from the position of Grand Marshal.
The warlords were completely divided.
A new golden roll appeared.
On May 15, 1918, the New Youth Magazine was reformed in four volumes. Zhou Shuren published his first vernacular novel, Diary of a Madman. He used the self-narration of a persecuted person to promote the attitude of opposing old ideas and calling for new ideas.
The scene appeared.
Zhou Shu Ren lowered his head. The manuscripts piled up one after another on the table, and the ashes in the ashtray also piled up.
But his hands did not stop.
It was too chaotic now. The New Culture Movement had indeed brought about a hundred flowers of thought, but each ideology was completely opposite.
At this moment, he stopped writing and finally heaved a sigh of relief.
He had promised to write a novel for the new youth to enlighten them.
When he wrote down his pen name, he wanted to use the word 'Xunxing,' but New Youth did not use the pen names used by other magazine numbers.
He pondered for a moment.
Zhou Lu is a country with the same surname.
Foolish and swift.
He immediately put down his brush, vigorous and sonorous.
Lu Xun's two words, the strength of the back of the paper.
He brought the manuscript to the editorial department and waited for the proof to be published.
In the editorial department, when Chen Duxiu saw Zhou Shuren's Madman's Diary, he fell silent for a long time.
"It's cannibalism anyway. In the decadent feudal era, cannibalism seems to be quite common, whether it's exchanging children for food or Xu Xilin being captured by the Qing court and fried his heart and liver.”
"Yucai, this will offend many old pedants, but there is no doubt that this is the most powerful weapon to create a new generation of young people.”
At this moment, no one would have thought that Zhou Shu Ren's first essay would unravel the shell of feudal ideology and reveal the bloody flesh!
The few of them looked at the scholar who went by the alias of Lu Xun. At this moment, he had opened a new chapter in the young man's thoughts with his novels in the vernacular.
The sunlight outside the window shone on Lu Xun, making him look like a real fighter!
Beijing University.
In the auditorium.
Hu Shi stood in the lecture hall.
The current Beijing University students were no longer the same as before.
"Mr. Shizhi is here!"
The hall was filled with thunderous applause. The young man's eyes were filled with hope.
Hu Shi bowed and swept his gaze over the crowd. His voice was loud and clear.
"The classical Chinese is a half-dead language. The common people can't understand or understand it.”
"Vernacular Chinese is not a vulgar language. Not only is it not vulgar, but it is also very beautiful.”
"At the same time, the vernacular is also the most expressive language. Mr. Lu Xun once said in his vernacular novel,"
Hu Shi came to the court and said something shocking.
The Keeper's eyes were dark. Some of them fiddled with their sleeves in disdain, while others looked at him with contempt.
Hu Shi knew that the promotion of the vernacular, like the revolution in the past, was a kind of law that alternated between the old and the new. It was bound to attract many old ideas.
But he was not afraid.
He only thought.
If the language was simpler, the common people would be able to learn how to read, hear, and write. That would be the progress of the people.
At this moment, he was also working hard in his own way.
With the release of the Madman's Diary, the first novel written in vernacular Chinese in Chinese history, China was shaken.
Shang Hai Chamber of Commerce.
A few merchants from the textile factories, flour factories, and printing factories exclaimed in low voices.
"Vernacular? A novel?"
"Not only is the entire content written in vernacular, but it also blatantly writes about feudalism and cannibalism. I'm afraid it will offend many people.”
"Who is this Lu Xun? His words are so sharp!”
On the other side.
In the capital, two horse grooms raised their eyebrows.
"You can read novels? Didn't you not study for a few years?"
"That's the vernacular, no different from a storyteller telling a story.”
Tianjin City.
A few students were dumbfounded when they saw the latest article in the New Youth Magazine.
"Who exactly is Mr. Lu Xun? If he wrote like this, he would probably offend the scholars of the old era.”
"He doesn't respect Confucius and Mencius, and he doesn't have the cardinal guides. The whole story is filled with the sorrow of living in a depressed feudal era.”
All sorts of people, from all sorts of places, were shocked when they heard the news!
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Now.
Big Ming.
Hai Rui, who was known as Bijia Mountain and had always been strong, looked at the Golden Roll with admiration.
"This person's integrity is enough for him to become a master in the future!”
"Moreover, his subsequent articles will probably be even more ferocious!”
He knew that publishing this article would offend all the scholars in the world, but he still dared to be so ruthless.
The character born in that Great Era was admirable.
On the other side.
The Great Tang.
Although Wei Zheng didn't see the contents of this text, just looking at others was enough to see how strong and brave this person was.
Risking universal condemnation just to find the right path?
After a long time, Wei Zheng sighed.
"In this future, his era has begun.”
"However, the road ahead is not just difficult.”
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The screen of the Golden Roll turned again.
What appeared now was the Beijing University auditorium.
In the auditorium, Li Dazhao was leading his students in a play.
The content of the play was about the tragedy that happened during the natural disasters in the feudal society.
Exchange sons for food, sell sons and daughters.
Humanity, emotions, ethics, and morals seemed to have disappeared in such a tragic environment.
The cardinal guides of Confucius and Mencius were gone, and so were the monarch and relatives of heaven and earth. What was left was only the worst root and primitive instinct.
But soon, after the disaster, these people changed and became brothers again. They respected the old and loved the young. In exchange for food, it seemed that they were not their children.
The students below the stage clenched their fists as they watched the performance.
Li Dazhao took a deep breath.
The inventory of words was once again opened.
On July 5, 1918, under the secret manipulation of Yunnan and other southwest warlords, Yangcheng announced the establishment of the military government of the Republic of China. Mr. Sun, Tang Shaoyi, Wu Tingfang, Tang Jiyao, Liu Rongting, Cen Chunxuan and Lin Baohuai were elected as presidents. Mr. Sun and Tang Shaoyi refused to take office.
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At the same time.
The Great Tang.
Tang Gaozong Li Zhi frowned as he counted in his mind.
" Republic of China, Beiyang Army."
"The National Army Manor, how many system manors is this?”
On the other side.
In the Northern Song Dynasty, Shenzong Zhao Xu was also stunned.
It was too chaotic. This era was so chaotic that it made one's heart palpitate.
From Yuan Shikai, Li Yuanhong, and the others, to Mister Sun and the others, to the military headquarters of the current seven presidents, each system was extremely chaotic.
At the same time.
Zhu Qizhen of the Ming Ying Sect said in a low voice.
"Is this still a country?"
He hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say something to the later generation of China.
However, when he opened his mouth, he realized that he had nothing to say.
All the emperors fell silent when they saw the newly established military headquarters.
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At that time, a new inventory appeared.
That year, Chen Yannian and others were arrested for performing anti-feudal storytelling, and Hu Nan, a scholar, entered the Beijing University Library to take up his post.
A storytelling performance was being held on the street.
It was Li Dazhao leading Chen Yannian and the others to continue to play out the oppression of the feudal era.
All kinds of commoners gathered around, including middle-aged drivers, young butchers, vegetable farmers, and students.
He had to let these people know that they had to resist and resist the injustice!
In the end, this impromptu storytelling attracted the arrest of the police.
Li Dazhao, Chen Yannian, and the other four Peking University students clenched their fists in anger.
"Do they think that we will yield and be afraid just like that?”
" Absolutely not. We have to continue telling stories and performing so that more people can be freed from the cage of thought!”
The words on the golden list appeared.
In 1918, Li Dazhao met a student from Hu Nan in the Beijing University Library and had a deep discussion with him about the Communist Manifest.
The scene appeared.
It was already late at night in the Red Chamber Library, but there were still lights.
Li Dazhao looked at this student from Hu Nan, somewhat surprised.
This student was familiar with it himself, and now he had a good understanding of the Russian revolution and the Communism.
"This 'The Communist Manifara', is a big article, but it's not translated, so I haven't read the full text.”
The student nodded and said seriously and excitedly,""Even though it's only a few chapters, I'm already very excited. A wandering ghost. Today's China needs this kind of ghost!”
Li Dazhao clearly thought highly of this student of Hu Nanlai. He felt that this student had a deep mind.
"Do you have any research on anarchism?”
The student pondered and replied,"" In this era, the old morals have collapsed, and the new fashion has yet to take shape. Morality is lost, and people are impetuous. The only thing we can rely on is self-discipline.”
The student in the scholar's robe had a determined gaze.
"Only those with self-discipline can achieve great things!”
Li Dazhao looked at the rationality and high spirits between the eyebrows of this 25-year-old student in amazement.
No wonder Brother Zhongfu said that this person would definitely achieve great things in the future!
The Golden Roll was opened.
A new change occurred in the world.
In 1918, the First World War ended with the victory of the allied countries over the allied countries. China also became one of the victors. The news spread back to the country and the whole country celebrated.
During this period, Li Dazhao successively published "The Victory of Bolsheviism","The New Era" and delivered a speech "The Victory of the Common People", pointing out that the reason for the victory was not force, but the new spirit of the human world.
From then on, Marcus Doctrine began to enter the eyes of the Chinese people. Mr. Li Dazhao gradually had a preliminary position and viewpoint. The way of thinking of the workers, farmers, and other proles emerged in China.
At this moment, new words appeared on the golden roll.
In 1918, the world war ended. As the victorious country, the mainland of China, the Nanjun government, and the Beiyang government were separated, and their powers were mixed.
In that year, the Beiyang Warlords, the Anhui-based Warlords, the Lineal Warlords, the Feng-based Warlords, the Gui-based Warlords, and the Dian-based Warlords divided the provinces and went their own ways. Tang Jiyao directly controlled Bashu, Zhang Jingyao massacred Pingjiang, Zhao Hengti led the Hunan Army to conquer Liling, and Xu Shuzheng trapped and killed the Lineal General Lu Jianzhang in Jincheng. It was chaotic.
The new youth was attacked by the old ideas, and at the same time, they were distorted by many parties to try to westernize the country. The national emptiness was huge and the pressure was huge.
The First World War ended, but for China, it was only the beginning.
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The Great Tang.
As Minister Zuo Pushe, Fang Xuanling stared at the last sentence on the screen with some pressure.
"That's right, the end is only for the world. For China, the battle has just begun.”
Du Ruhui, who was standing beside him, also felt a little depressed.
He knew that Fang Xuanling wasn't talking about the battle within China.
On the other side.
Three Kingdoms.
Shu Han.
Jiang Wei closed his eyes and sighed after a long time.
"Yeah, it's just the beginning."
"The China of that era was too weak. Weakness meant being bullied forever.”
"I'm looking forward to the group of prodigies that will appear next. Those who belong to this era.”
He really wanted to see how this group of young people would start to build a great country in this era that was about to fall. Because the road ahead was too difficult, and now they were at the moment of life and death.
Or warlords fighting! The Outsiders invaded, and the country was divided!
Or the country would become a colony and be divided up by foreigners.
Or tell everyone the truth!
There is still hope for this country. It just needs a new batch of young people.
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