Great Qin!
For Ying Zheng, his fame had intimidated everything in history. Now that he was old, he felt that he would never be able to return to Xianyang Palace this time. It did not seem to matter if he died, because there was something more important in the picture of the golden roll in front of him:
His descendants, the time when the great country's northern and southern regime was divided, the people were no longer the people, the country was no longer the country, and the country was in danger!
Those students were defending their sovereignty!
That group of workers stood out!
For the first time, he realized that this group of stonemasons, craftsmen, and scholars that he had never seen before would explode with such light in the future.
Especially these students. For the first time, the First Emperor knew what it meant: people
These people obeyed and acted shamelessly. They were sent to the four directions and did not humiliate the monarch's orders. They could be called scholars.
These people believed that Mo Di's thoughts of the Spring and Autumn Period were more in line with the style of the Spring and Autumn Period's celebrities.
They were really willing to die for the ideals in their hearts.
If he really died, even if it was a waste of his youth, it was nothing. This was the traditional way of thinking.
Now that the First Emperor knew, he said,""Xuan Li Si, ask him to tell me why other than Legalism, why can ideals also suppress people?”
"What is an ideal?"
"Are we really going to create a majestic country?"
Under the First Emperor's puzzlement, the pictures of the various dynasties in history slowly unfolded on the Golden Roll.
Cai Yuanpei was gradually aging, but he was not afraid.
School Library-Red Chamber.
Many students had gathered here, and it was obvious that some of them could not hold it in any longer.
"The Beiyang government is incompetent and weak. They can't fight for any dignity for China internationally. Now, they are preparing to betray the country and even arrested us. Students, let's continue to speak up and argue at the official door!”
"That's right, we didn't do anything wrong. They're the ones in the wrong. Let them release their classmates!”
Humiliation and anger filled the faces of these young men with sorrow and anger.
"Students, the more we are in this situation, the more we have to calm down. We are rational scholars and do not want to be a mob.”
"The current situation is unexpected, so I will take responsibility. The most important thing now is to rescue the thirty-two students. Now that they have been transferred to the capital police station, I have decided to personally go to the authorities to bring the students back safely.”
"Students, don't go out. Listen to my news. Can everyone do it?”
Principal Chen Duxiu stood in front of a group of students and stopped them. He had to protect these children. He spoke calmly, and then Chen Duxiu and the others spoke up.
"I, Chen Duxiu, promise that I will bring all the students back in one piece.”
The students finally calmed down.
The students dispersed. Cai Yuanpei looked at the heavy rain in the sky and held up an umbrella alone.
"You can't go. Your identities are too dangerous.”
"I'll go."
The old principal stepped into the dark storm alone, but it seemed that he had left behind many people's shadows.
"This great country will depend on you."
Chen Duxiu, Li Dazhao, and the others watched Cai Yuanpei gradually disappear into the rain. They didn't say anything, only watched from afar, as if they were watching the passing down of a torch from generation to generation.
The rain was heavy.
In this moment of humiliation for the entire country, there was a special sense of oppression.
—
Li Dazhao was in the Red Chamber of Beijing University, silently looking at the muddy roads around him.
"It's raining."
"It's raining so heavily. The commoners are not having a good time.”
" Right now, all the places are ruled by warlords. The Beiyang government is no different from existing in name only. What they represent is merely an interest group that mainly consists of warlords. Right now, they are busy killing, fighting, seizing able-bodied men, and seizing territory.”
"Many warlords don't care about the lives of the commoners in order to mine.”
"The foreigners from all over the world are trying their best to squeeze the people, and the money they get is not even enough to feed them.”
Chen Duxiu nodded, standing shoulder to shoulder with Li Dazhao as he watched the rain.
"I once said that the goal of the new youth is to find a path for China. Have you found it?”
Li Dazhao nodded.
" I think I've found it. The declaration of common thoughts is the truth, October. Resistance is the path."
Chen Duxiu's gaze was deep, even though his feet were already covered in the mud of the rainy night.
"I'm not so sure, but the declaration of the common ideology might be more suitable for China than the western capitalist class system.”
Chen Duxiu was silent.
"I've been very touched today. I'm thinking that we should walk the path of direct confrontation with the Northern Warlords.”
That's right, he felt it. Struggle was an inevitable stage of development.
Li Dazhao's gaze was completely resolute." We will let the people come out and solve the problem. Not just the students. We will use today's fuse to ignite the entire China, all the classes!”
"Young people, go from enlightenment to the stage of transforming society.”
Both of them realized that they had already walked on a very dangerous road, but this was the hope of China.
"Then let the storm come even more violently!”
On this day, the whole of Beiping was raining heavily, accompanied by thunder and lightning.
—
A new image appeared on the golden list.
Shang Hai.
Fudan Public School.
A few students were still in the classroom, reading newspapers.
The news in these newspapers came from Hu Nan, the capital, Jiangnan, and Guangdong.
A young man in his teens glanced over and clenched his fists with red eyes.
" This time, the voices of our students are right. The working class, businessmen, and farmers are the forces that can represent our country."
On the other side.
Hunan First Normal School.
The excited voices of dozens of young students in scholar robes pierced through the heavy rain.
"This is the voice of the people, the voice of China!”
"All factories in Shanghai, Yangcheng, Jingshi, and Dongshan Province have been shut down. Representatives from Hu Nan, Nan, and Hu Bei have come to the capital for a discussion!”
"Did you hear that? It was the roar of every single Chinese citizen!”
—
Capital University.
The school was brightly lit.
Duan Xipeng, the president of the Student Union, waved the newspaper with red eyes.
"The student's voice is a new path that has been explored on the path of the seniors.”
"We can only find a path that suits China's current situation by continuously mobilizing the masses!”
At this point, the young president's face was already covered in tears.
"I finally found the way. I'm not in the fog anymore."
—
The scene appeared again, this time outside the capital police station.
This was caused by the students, and everyone was shocked.
The students began to be released.
Chen Duxiu and the others personally went to pick up the students.
The ground was still muddy. When Wen, who had been detained for a few days, saw Chen Duxiu and the others coming to pick them up, the other students clenched their fists and said excitedly,"Sir, we're not going out!"
"We're willing to stay in prison!"
The wind howled, and dozens of students were extremely agitated. Their gazes were determined.
Chen Duxiu scolded with a cold face.
"You guys are really arrogant!”
" Do you think that it is so easy to awaken a great country that has been imprisoned by feudal ideology for thousands of years?!”
Chen Duxiu pointed at these young faces and scolded.
" Do you think that it will take a day to get rid of the numbness, indifference, and laziness in the blood of our great nation?!!”
"That is a great cause that can only happen after generations of hard work. You have no right to die. The great country needs you to work hard!!”
"You guys better persevere.”
Dozens of students fell silent and began to walk out. They bowed to the teachers and left.
Chen Duxiu stood alone.
He stood in the wind and looked at the children.
There was hope, praise, and exhaustion.
The road ahead was hazy.
They were at the forefront of exploring an unknown path.
—
Now.
The Warring States Period.
Famous People, Gongsun Long was silently reciting that sentence.
Generations of struggle?
From reform to armed struggle to enlightenment, the younger generation of this era was using all the methods they could think of to find a way to create a great country.
Eastern Zhou.
Zhuang Zhou looked at the picture on the Golden Roll and said nothing.
He could see the indignation of those students. He had to admit that this voice seemed to be awakening the bud of that decadent era.
He silently recited.
"Is it only a day's work to remove the numbness in the blood of a big country? It was a great undertaking that would take several generations to accomplish.”
Zhuang Zhou suddenly thought of those people at the beginning of the Golden Roll.
Tan Sitong, Mr. Sun, Song Jiaoren
"Generations of people are advancing for this country.”
"Young friends, congratulations on starting to find this path.”
—
On the Golden Roll, the stocktaking continued.
Inside the Red Chamber.
When Li Dazhao heard that Chen Duxiu had woken up those students by scolding them, preventing them from preparing to spend their lives in prison, he couldn't help but laugh."It's your style, but it's a little overbearing.”
Chen Duxiu shook his head, looking extremely serious.
"How can a combatant do something that will end his own struggle?”
Li Dazhao clearly agreed with Chen Duxiu's words, but he once again spoke, his eyes deep and seemingly filled with some emotion.
" On a piece of land, there is a group of people sleeping. A volcano is about to erupt in the distance. You are an alarm clock. If you want to wake these people up, you can only wake up the light sleepers with the sound. Because the sound is too weak, some alarms can only use their lives as bombs to wake them up.”
For some reason, as Chen Duxiu listened and looked at Li Dazhao's smiling face, he suddenly felt somewhat complicated.
He seemed to see the determination in the eyes of this old friend of his.
Li Dazhao seemed to have made some sort of fearless preparation.
After a moment of silence, Chen Duxiu took a deep look at the figure in front of him. From the moment he met this person, although his thoughts had never deviated, he was an extremely radical fellow cultivator.
He recalled Li Dazhao's thoughts over the years, including the fact that he had been the one who had insisted on the Jiayin ceremony and had combined his ideas with the government.
So Chen Duxiu spoke up to dissuade his friend,""I was so afraid you'd do something crazy.”
"Don't be too extreme."
Now, he said that some people used their lives to turn into bombs in order to wake those people up. Chen Duxiu fell silent.
But at this moment, inside the Red Chamber, Li Dazhao sat opposite him, his expression calm as he looked outside, his eyes looking somewhere.
"Tan Sitong is the first generation to find a path for China, and Mr. Sun is the second generation.”
" The third generation starts with us."
The third generation began with Li Dazhao!
Li Dazhao's voice echoed through the Red Chamber, his eyes bright and determined, as if he were a figure wandering at the forefront of this era, lonely and desolate.
Outside the Red Chamber.
The weather was still bad. The cold wind carried the heavy rain and constantly washed the mud on the ground.
However, the sky did not seem as dark as before. There were gradually signs of clearing up.
-
The Golden Roll appeared.
Many students were speaking out. They were calling for enlightenment and calling for everything. Among these students, there was a student who was at the forefront. He worked hard and died. The only one died of illness.
The scene unfolded.
This time, Zhou Shu Ren, Chen Du Xiu and the others gathered in the ward.
Guo Qinguang lay on the hospital bed, blood still flowing from the corner of his mouth.
The blood soaked the pillow and looked ghastly.
"Gentlemen, I... I'm going to bid you farewell."
"The greatest honor of my life is to know you, sir. The country is in a difficult situation, but the authorities will only do their best to suppress our patriotic hearts.”
Guo Qinguang's eyes were still red, but his lips gradually turned pale.""I'm being bullied in China, just like I was in Kawasaki. What hope is there for a country like this?”
He stretched out his hand with difficulty, wanting to grab their sleeves, but he finally missed.""Gentlemen, please, please, please…Save this country, save these people.”
At that moment, the pleading in his eyes silenced everyone.
Perhaps he felt that he was about to die. As he was dying, he muttered,"The country is in danger and the people are stealing. It's better to die early than to wait for outsiders to insult our country!”
He was dead.
The two gentlemen watched the students leave and stood up straight in silence.
They thought of too many young students, too many, countless students.
Those children were so dazzling that waves were stirred up. Now, this student in front of him had left with those pioneers.
They thought of the times when they met this child. Every time he discussed state affairs with others, he would always be extreme and his emotions would be uncontrollable.
Someone beside him sighed and talked about this student's past.
"When Qin Guang was young, he witnessed the ceding of territory. He had to pay money to the foreign races in his own country to pass through. He also walked in the concession and was despised by the foreign races. When he went to Kawasaki, he was pointed at by the Kawasaki people and insulted his country, personality, and dignity.”
"He had enough of being bullied and seeing his country humiliated. That's why he couldn't control himself every time he encountered the dignity of his country.”
Chen Duxiu looked at the lifeless student on the hospital bed.
They finally knew how sad this child was. He was too depressed.
The humiliation of the Great Country finally made him collapse.
Was it dawn?
No.
This child didn't last until dawn.
At that time, the sky was filled with clouds and heavy rain. The weather was bad. Many people wanted to see the sun rise, but it didn't. At least this student didn't. He was too extreme. Since he was young, he had been waiting. Until now, he was still waiting.
However,
When will the sun rise?
—
At that moment.
Big Ming.
The old Emperor Hongwu looked at the golden roll and the young man who died from vomiting blood. He was so angry that he trembled and closed his eyes.
That child was the descendant of China, the descendant of Ming Dynasty.
For thousands of years, China had never been bullied by that tiny place like this.
A child without a big country behind him, did he deserve to be looked down upon by these foreign races?
At this moment, Zhu Yuanzhang opened his eyes. His gaze was cold.
"Ministry of War, Ministry of Revenue, Ministry of Works, get ready.”
"We are going to lift the ban on the sea. From today onwards, there is no country in the Great Ming that we do not conquer!”
That's right, he wanted to attack Kawasaki Island.
How dare you bully me!
—
The Golden Roll appeared.
The principal left the school. He did not expect to cause such a big reaction.
At this moment.
The scene appeared.
It was still Beijing University.
After packing his suitcase, Cai Yuanpei sat quietly at his desk and folded his resignation letter. Then, he put it in the campus newspaper and left quietly.
Nowadays, the students here were very good. They were young, passionate, lively, and cute.
The culture of the past had been imprisoned for 300 years. Now, these children would be new hope in the future. Someone had to bear the responsibility. As the principal, he had to bear the responsibility. Therefore, the principal stood up, looked at these children, put on his hat, and turned in the direction of the wind.
Principal Cai left calmly without much luggage. The school began to bloom with new vitality. It was like a blooming flower in this era, reflecting time and space.
The sunlight elongated his weathered figure, and his voice was like a dandelion.
"All the best, youngsters."
"The path is long and difficult. I'll wait for you to bloom."
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