A new name appeared on the golden rankings:
19.20 In February of 2011, the two friends met again. Now the situation was chaotic and Chen Duxiu was facing arrest. After the two mourned Mr. Yang Changji, they began to propose the creation of an organization based on social emblem. A faith gradually formed.
The scroll appeared.
The carriage swayed.
When Li Dazhao asked Chen Duxiu what he planned to do, Chen Duxiu first asked about Li Dazhao's plans to promote Max's ideas and give a speech to the workers in Changxin Shop.
Li Dazhao said," I plan to teach classes on social emblems, historical realism, and so on. After that, I'll hold a seminar on social emblems at Beijing University, as well as a night school for workers. The working class in Shanghai has risen, and this time, the students 'voices have won.”
"The working class is the representative of productivity and the upper class.”
At this point, Li Dazhao paused.
"Actually, Shizhi asked us. We already have status. What do we want to do? Brother Zhongfu, have you thought it through?”
Li Dazhao's eyes sharpened.
" I think I've figured it out. China once created the most brilliant civilization in human history, but now, in 80 years, China has become the poorest country in the world with the least dignity. Warlords and bandits are rampant. As one of the few intellectual groups in this country, we have the responsibility to lead the people to oppose it and build a country that is not bullied by others and is ruled by the people with the ideology of Karl Marks.”
The carriage swayed, and at this moment, Li Dazhao's eyes were deep and resolute.
"Therefore, we need an organization that can gather strength.”
At that moment, a ray of sunlight shone in the dark carriage.
It fell on Chen Duxiu and Li Dazhao's determined faces.
It was the only light that could dispel the darkness.
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Now.
The burly man.
Liu Xiu looked at this scene with a complicated gaze.
"It has indeed appeared."
" The path to creating a great nation."
He thought of the people who had never appeared in history on the Golden Roll.
A person who would not give up until he found the way.
" The concept of an organization has appeared."
On the other side.
The Great Tang.
Wu Zetian sat high on the throne, staring at the golden list.
As the only empress, her gaze became even more profound.
"So it starts from here."
These people, from Tan Sitong's initial proposal to reform and strengthen the country, failed.
Mr. Sun's order to overthrow the country and establish a country of the people failed.
Then, it went to the culture of enlightenment, step by step until today.
They had gone through so many choices and conversations, and finally decided to create a true era!
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The Golden Roll appeared.
The carriage continued to move forward. In this cold February, Li Dazhao and Chen Duxiu saw the most tragic scene in Tianjin City, and that was the current China.
Chen Duxiu got down from the carriage. He had to get down.
The scene on the shore of the Haihe River made his heart feel uncomfortable.
Sometimes, he would ask himself if he was a soft-hearted person.
Li Dazhao had also come down, and the two of them walked side by side, looking at the scene on the shores of the Haihe River.
In front of them were refugees coming and going. In such a cold winter, the thin clothes on their bodies could not cover them. When the wind blew, some people would feel a bone-piercing pain.
The elderly refugees held their children and curled up in the corner. They were trembling badly and did not speak when they saw them. They only looked up at them with nothing left in their eyes.
There were four or five-year-old children hiding under the tree roots, motionless.
Until someone passed by and accidentally stepped on it. It turned out that it was already stiff.
Children at this age should be held by their parents.
Chen Duxiu, who was wearing a long robe, had difficulty breathing. However, he tried his best not to turn his head and just watched.
Until the child's body was covered in thick mud, which stung her eyes.
Chen Duxiu fell silent when he saw the elderly refugees begging them to give his granddaughter something to eat.
"You are Feng. Yang? Is there a famine there too?"
The grandpa lowered his head." Famine, plague, bandits, chaos. I can't live anymore."”
"We couldn't find any relatives along the way, so we could only follow the mainstream.”
Li Dazhao's heart was in a panic. It was clearly broad daylight, but everything before his eyes was pitch black.
He turned around and saw an old man lighting a river lantern by the Haihe River.
"Grandpa, why did you light so many lamps?”
The old man did not turn around. He sat on the shore and continued to light the lamp with a matchstick. His movements were clumsy, but he did not stop.
"Many of my friends and brothers have died. I can't let them be alone.”
The cold wind whistled, and the fire on the white paper boat was so weak that it could not be seen.
"Are you paying homage to your friend?"
The old man's body trembled, and his voice, which had his back to Li Dazhao, suddenly became muffled.
"They were all brothers of the Yi He Guild who had risked their lives back then. They have been dead for twenty years now. They were killed by the foreign races overseas for the country. When they died, they were all alive and kicking. I was the only one left.”
The Boxers.
A dazed look appeared in Li Dazhao's eyes.
"They sacrificed their lives for the country.”
The moment the old man turned his head, his face was already covered in tears. He held the paper boat in his hand and roared.
"Worth my ass! Today, I came to give them a lantern to cry out for their injustice. To die for such a country is a fool!”
He stretched out his broken finger and pointed at the riverbank.
"This riverbank is filled with disaster victims every day for 360 days.”
As the old man spoke, tears rolled down his cheeks, but he still tried to hide them.
"Is there still hope?"
Chen Duxiu said nothing, and Li Dazhao was also silent.
This wasn't Tianjin City, this was the current situation in China.
When the wind blew on their faces, Chen Duxiu was still looking at the child hiding under the tree.
"Shouchang, according to what you said when you created the organization, I've thought about it. We have to establish a party! We need a strong core of leadership.”
"An advanced political party armed with the theory of Karl Max, a pro-class political party that can lead China to the light and let the people live a good life.”
Li Dazhao looked at him.”
At this moment.
Chen Duxiu turned around and looked at the frozen children, the old man kneeling on the ground, and the old man by the river. In the heavy snow, his eyes burned with fire as he turned his fingers around.
"For them, for them, for them to live like humans!”
Something in Li Dazhao's heart suddenly exploded.
So that they could live like humans!
With tears in his eyes, he raised his hand.
"Good! Let us swear to our compatriots!”
"In order to prevent you from being homeless.”
The old man who was kneeling on the ground lowered his head.
"In order to let the people of China live a rich life.”
The old man by the river covered his face and sobbed.
"In order for the poor to be educated, the young have something to teach, and the old have something to rely on.”
The children curled up by the roadside were covered in thick snow.
Li Dazhao raised his head and stared at all of this, as if he were swearing an oath with the flames in the deepest recesses of his bones and blood.
"For China, the people are rich and the country is strong."
Chen Duxiu also raised his head, his gaze resolute.
"For the sake of China, rebuild and revive."
As tears streamed down their faces, the two voices seemed to carry the thousands of figures in this poor and backward country and let out a roar belonging to China.
"I'm willing to fight for my entire life!"
At this moment, the sky suddenly broke!
The golden words reflected the rankings!
In this country, there were green mountains and clear waters, and mulberry trees everywhere. Wherever one died, they would be buried there. The mountains in the world were the same.
So I'll take you to see the green hills and green waters
I want you to see how a man dies for his original ideals
You won't be scared if you see me die
Gentlemen, let's turn this fire into a sea of fire
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Great Song.
Wang Anshi, Lu Huiqing, and Zhang Dun were currently discussing the Green Crops Law.
Now the court was roughly divided into five factions. Except for them who were bold and decisive, Cheng Hao and others had already thought of retreating, Su Shi and others had their own ideas of change, Sima Guang only eased the change, and only Wen Yanbo was the real conservative faction.
But now, the Great Song had been resisting the Western Xia and other places all year round. The imperial court was indeed lacking in money and food.
Without money and food, even the border troops could not hold on.
The few of them were silent. If they advanced, Great Song would survive, and they would be crushed. If they retreated, Great Song would perish, and they would be destroyed.
At this moment, Wang Anshi stood up, his voice resolute.
"Everyone, I will let you see how I will die for the world.”
"Starting from me, the later people who changed their skin weren't afraid.”
Yes, he seemed to be saying this to himself, but also to the future generations.
He would die, but the country could not die. Change, change!
Lu Huiqing, Zhang Dun, and the others had complicated expressions as they looked at the Golden Roll. Those who had died for their initial ideals, as well as those who had continued to devote themselves to it generation after generation, were like moths to a flame.
It was as if something was ignited in his chest.
In the next moment.
Lu Huiqing, a famous official of the Northern Song Dynasty, stood up. Zhang Dun also stood up and roared.
"I want you to see how a person dies for his original ideals!”
- In another place,
Su Shi, who had been demoted, looked at the golden list and walked alone on the road. He laughed loudly.
"All the mountains in the world are the same.”
The golden roll continued to appear.
Later, Chen Duxiu returned to Shanghai, and Li Dazhao returned to Beiping. They each developed their own paths. Later, Li Dazhao recalled that in the library, he and the students from the Hunan Youth Club had conducted a deep research on the path taken by the Hunan after the expulsion of the warlords. They had obtained new inspiration and how to create a new path
In the library.
All the students held their books, quiet and focused.
A student from the Hu Nan Youth Club, dressed in a scholar's robe, walked up to Li Dazhao.
"Mr. Shouchang, I would like to ask you, after Hu Nan expelled the warlords, what should Hu Nan Province do?”
Hearing this, Li Dazhao put down his book.
"I also want to ask you."
As for this student, after interacting with him, he realized that his thoughts were quite profound.
Hu Nan's student said," I have two main problems. First, we can only save the country by uniting the people. Second, we must work hard to achieve Hu Nan and China's autonomy.”
"I've seen the Russian destiny, but I'm still wary of violence and want to modify it gently.”
"It's a chaotic war between warlords now. After the expulsion of Zhang, the new Xiang Governor will arrive. You and Mr. Zhongfu both advocate for the autonomy of the province. I think Hu Nan can take the lead. After the expulsion, we can get rid of the northern and southern warlords and establish a government that is truly based on the people.”
Li Dazhao looked at the young people in front of him and was very happy. These children would be the future hope of China.
Only Li Dazhao had shut himself in comfort and thought about the path for his descendants.
In the study room.
Li Dazhao, who had locked himself in his study, began to write.
1. Hu Nan's province problem is China's problem.
2. Hu Nan could be used as a trial and take the first step to truly explore the future of China.。
Li Dazhao muttered to himself.
"Time waits for no man. We can't keep wandering at the crossroads. It's time to make a decision.”
A brand new path began from this piece of paper!
"Oh Zhongfu, the oath I made earlier to join the party began with me.”
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Now.
Shu Han.
Jiang Wan lay on the hospital bed, exhausted.
He had previously proposed to enter Cao Wei's Shangyong and Weixing by water, but he was opposed by the officials.
It wasn't until the Golden Roll, when Li Dazhao had truly begun to create that path, that Jiang Wan had fallen into a complicated state.
" Previously, they swore to create an organization. Now, they have already begun..."
"This is the attitude a person who created a great country should have.”
"There's hope for the younger generation, there's hope for the younger generation!"
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The words on the golden list were towering.
Warlords fought for power and status all year round, destroying power plants and factories. Now that the Kang Mu Yi Zhai had once again lost power, Li Dazhao raised his torch in this small and inconspicuous place.
The scene appeared.
It was a dark night.
The street outside fell into silence. Only the sound of the rickshaw hitting the bluestone slabs could be heard.
There was a blackout.
But now, many young figures appeared in Kang Mu Yi Zhai. These were all students of Beijing University.
A scholar holding a torch walked out and stood at the front.
That was Li Dazhao, and this was the seminar on the Communist-Declaration that he had just founded.
" Students, the summary of the Communistic Manifest is that in any historical period, the main mode of production and exchange, and the social structure that inevitably arises from it, are the foundations on which the spiritual history of this period depends.”
"Eliminate private ownership and overthrow the capitalist system. Its basic point of view was to divide all the capital of the capitalist class step by step, concentrate the tools of production in the hands of the ruling class, and then increase the total amount of productivity as quickly as possible.”
"The proles only lost their chains. What they gained was the entire world!”
Li Dazhao took out the Max ideology he had studied on Mount Wu and the newly translated version of the Communist Manifest.
At this moment, the seminar on the ideology of the jobless initiated by Li Dazhao of Beiping was officially established.
Li Dazhao had finally decided to study this path!
The fire shone on the determined face of the bearded scholar, as well as the faces of every student who was listening.
The light appeared in the eyes of the new batch of youths.
The scene changed.
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Shang Hai.
It was dark.
Chen Duxiu and a group of students stood on the rooftop, towering in the dark night.
The wind whistled past the hanging lights.
Now, Chen Duxiu and Chen Huandao were also building the Max Thought Research Society in Shanghai. Chen Huandao was involved in the preparation of the Youth Emblem Society.
Facing these students, the lights hanging on the rooftop under Chen Duxiu's feet reflected the darkness.
The young figures and students in front of him were all waiting. They did not hide the anticipation in their eyes.
"Students, you have all seen the current China. There are warlords, bandits, and natural and man-made disasters.”
"Not only does China have no dignity in the international arena, but can China even be called a country?”
"Is he one country or two? Or were the warlords independent and not even a country?”
As the students below the stage listened, some of them clenched their fists, while some of them had bright eyes.
Chen Duxiu didn't stop. He continued to speak, his voice clear and excited.
"Mr. Li Dazhao has established the Society Emblem and Destiny Conference in the capital. Its main activity is to collect books on Max's ideas, edit them, publish them, give speeches, and publicize them.”
"That is the mindset of the commoners and the commoners. It is also a brand new path to create a country that belongs to the commoners.”
"Today, our Shanghai Max Research Society has been established. In the future, we will integrate them into an organization that will find a new way for the new China!”
"Students, are you willing to join us?”
The applause below the stage was thunderous. The young face raised his hand excitedly, and there was only determination and solemnity in his eyes.
"I'm willing! For New China!"
" I'm willing, for the new China!"
Amidst the cheers, Chen Duxiu's back was facing the vast sky. The night was dark as he watched everything.
He knew that the path he and Li Dazhao had decided to walk was now the first step!
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A new tally appeared on the Golden Roll.
Because of the massive work stoppages of overseas workers and the gathering of students from before China, all classes stood up and won an unprecedented victory for China. Now, a new international festival had appeared--Labor Day. Many newspapers in Beijing, Shanghai, and other places reported that this was a victory for the working class through bravery and struggle.
Now that the North and the South had sworn an oath and agreed to form an alliance, a new era had begun…
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