The words of the Golden Roll were displayed.
Chen Duxiu decided to set up an organization that belonged to the Chinese people
The scene appeared.
In August, the autumn wind blew. In the old Yuyang, in that inconspicuous house.
Chen Duxiu was eating.
At this moment, he was looking at the news from the Awakening Society. The situation was good.
Now, the first public was established after Shanghai. The capital had already begun to prepare for the war, and Hu Nan's side had also begun to make preparations.
For a moment, Chen Duxiu could vaguely feel that great organizations were blooming everywhere.
He was also looking at the letter his son had sent back from Japan. His son said that they had also started to contact each other overseas. He had a deep understanding of the thoughts of the middle class.
At this moment, Chen Duxiu smiled.
"Begin."
The scholar in the long robe changed into a green robe and pushed open the door.
Outside, the sun was shining brightly.
He began to head to an old house in the concession.
Many people had gathered here, including the students, Chen Huidao, Li Hanjun, Yu Xiusong, Shi Cuntong, Chen Gongpei, and the others.
Chen Duxiu's back was facing the sun, and the students who were looking at him felt as if they were looking at a towering figure that was glowing.
"Fellow Daoists, before we set up the organization today, I would like to read out the program that I have drafted. It is divided into principles and objectives.”
" First, abolish the oppression of individuals by individuals. Second, the working class will gain."
As Chen Duxiu finished reciting the program, he raised his head and looked at the dazzling sunlight.
"From now on, we're a team. From today onwards, the working class of China will have its own vanguard. Our name is the Chinese Republic. The industrialists!"
Chen Duxiu opened his mouth, his voice seemed to want to cut through this deathly silent mountain and river.
"We swear to join the party, Chen Duxiu.”
"I, Chen Zhidao!"
"I, Li Hanjun!"
.. "Join the Chinese government. The capitalist faction, determined to be a common people. Struggle for a lifetime!"
The few of them seemed to have used all their strength to shout.
Chen Nandao's eyes reddened when he saw this scene.
He thought back to many years ago, when a scholar named Tan Sitong stood up. Then, Mr. Sun, and then Mr. Chen Zhongfu.
He thought of Wu Yue, Liu Daoyi, and Mr. Zou Rong, who risked their lives to walk the right path
How many years had he walked and how much blood had he shed to reach where he was today!
He gripped the book and said excitedly,"The Chinese. The capitalist faction would definitely shine in China in the future!”
China's first public. The capitalist faction was founded in Shanghai by Chen Duxiu. Since then, China had the first party that belonged to the workers and farmers.
On the golden list, he counted the words.
Li Dazhao had decided to establish an organization that belonged to the people of the capital. Like Shang Hai, he wanted this organization to become the vanguard of China's path of righteousness.
The scene appeared.
In the capital.
At Li Dazhao's house.
A scholar with a big beard sat in front of his desk. The sky outside the window was dark, and the wind blew up a cloud of dust.
Li Dazhao flipped the letter over and over.
It was mailed to him by his family.
He had made up his mind. He had already made many arrangements in the capital's newspapers and conferences.
Now, he saw a new letter. It was from Zhong Fu.
The news from the higher-ups was that they had established the first vanguard team of the working class in Shanghai.
Li Dazhao thought back to the scene he had seen with Chen Duxiu on the banks of the Tianjin River.
They had once sworn to the frozen child, to the old man who claimed to be unworthy of the country, and to the old man who knelt on the ground and abandoned his dignity.
That was their oath to the entire China, to the 400 million people.
He smiled and picked up the book.
"Zhongfu, I'm here."
Under the sunlight, even the strong wind was not as cold and bone-piercing.
The three figures gathered here raised their hands without hesitation.
"Today, the Chinese…The capitalist faction's capital group has been officially established, and the three of us will be the first members.”
"Next, I swear that Li Dazhao, Zhang Shenfu, and Zhang Guotao will voluntarily join the Chinese government. The capitalist faction, determined to be a common people. Struggle for a lifetime!"
Under the sunlight, the three of them raised their hands and announced to Zhonghua.
Li Dazhao clenched his fists, his eyes somewhat moist."Comrades, long live China!"
Now, the Golden Roll continued.
The students of Hu Nan Youth Club returned to Hu Nan. They also saw Mr. Chen Duxiu's envelope and were extremely excited. They were determined to contribute to the correct path of China that they firmly believed in.
The scene unfolded.
Now.
He Shuheng, who had run the newspaper together with them, looked at his friends who had just returned from Shanghai.
"You must have something to do to call us here so early in the morning, right?”
These students nodded and looked at the letter in their hands excitedly.
"This time, I will go to Shang Hai, where the phoenix will rise from the ashes and be reborn.”
"Mr. Chen Duxiu and the others have successfully established the first vanguard party in Shanghai that belongs to the Chinese working class!”
He Shuheng took the letter excitedly, unable to control his emotions.
"Alright, alright!"
"We've finally reached this day!"
A student nodded." There's only one way to save China. It's to die!"”
"From today onwards, the Chinese…The long yarn production team was officially established.”
"Mr. Chen Duxiu is going to Guangdong and Guangxi, so he can't come to attend the ceremony. He entrusted me to host it. We have two main tasks now. First, reform the people's association. Second, create the Hu Nan youth team.”
Although the formation of the group could only be carried out in secret, at this moment, the eyes of these young men seemed to be burning with flames.
The young students standing in front of him were also ignited by the passion in their hearts and shouted in low voices.
They were very young and immature, but they were positive, passionate, and sincere.
At this point, the Chinese people. The third group, the Party of Patriarchs, had officially appeared in Hu Nan.
From this moment on, this ball of fire began to take shape in various parts of China!
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Southern Song Dynasty.
Qin Hui's face was ashen as he looked at the scene on the Golden Roll.
"How could there be such a rebellion?"
He looked at Shang Hai's Chen Duxiu, at the capital's Li Dazhao, at Hu Nan's youths.
This belongs to us. The flames of the capitalist revolution were burning too fast!
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Big Ming.
Zhu Qizhen looked at the scene in front of him and was slightly flustered.
He looked at Ma Yu, his eyes at a loss."Have you investigated? Could every citizen see the Golden Roll?”
If it was before, he wouldn't have panicked because these people wouldn't succeed.
At the very least, they had only fallen into the circle of overthrowing a feudal dynasty and establishing a new one.
But now, what Zhu Qizhen saw were people from another era. They wanted to overthrow all the classes that were above the lowest class of people.
If the common people of Ming Dynasty were like this, seeing everyone as equal and respecting each other,
On the other side.
Yuan Dynasty.
Yuan Hui Sect's eyes were filled with fear and unease.
No one knew better than him that Dayuan could no longer suppress those Han people.
If they saw the Golden Roll, according to that program,
The Prime Minister Tuotuo gripped his smoking pot tightly and turned around to make arrangements.
On this day, he put up posters everywhere to appease the people. At the same time, he personally climbed up the city wall and looked at the Han people who were gradually showing strange expressions.
He could not help but sigh.
"They can't succeed. Only His Majesty can lead the officials and protect the people.”
"They definitely won't be able to create a true great nation.”
—
Now.
Big Ming.
Zhang Juzheng stood up shakily with the help of his walking stick.
He really wanted to see this country, even though he knew that he could not hold on for much longer.
The voices of Ma Yu of the Great Ming Dynasty, Tuotuo of the Yuan Dynasty, and the others came through the golden board.
At this moment, the old scholar's eyes were filled with arrogance.
"Since ancient times, when have you ever seen such a group?”
On the other side.
The Great Tang.
Yan Zhenqing, who had just settled the chaos and was emotionally settling his nephew and brother's remains, also looked at the golden list and said coldly.
"They didn't overthrow the empire. They created it from nothing. They created a brand new empire that was completely different from the dynasty that had existed for thousands of years!”
—
At that moment.
On the golden list, new words appeared.
Chen Duxiu founded the Chinese Republic. After the production team, he found Chen Tao and began to think.
The scene appeared.
It was still the slightly old brick structure, on the second floor.
Chen Du Xiu looked at Chen Fu with a serious gaze.
"Although we have successfully created a common…However, the national conditions of each country are different."
" In response to this, I have repeatedly thought about it. I believe that we must not copy the development method of Western Russia. We should have our own ideas.”
That's right, Chen Duxiu thought for a long time. With international help, they could not develop China completely according to other national conditions.
However, before he came to the New Youth, he had come into contact with Max's thoughts when he was studying in Kawasaki. At the same time, he translated some of them.
Therefore, he came to find Chen Tao to think of a way.
Should he walk the path of capitalists or other ideologies?
Chen Nandao nodded solemnly.
"I'm here to complete the translation of the overseas book of thoughts!”
After accepting the mission, Chen Nandao locked himself in his small room and wrote alone.
He knew that China's current... He had completely understood the concept of Communism from the international perspective and snippets, so he began to translate it. Communism.
The rice dumpling his mother had brought was already cold. He casually opened it and unknowingly dipped it in ink and finished it.
Chen Nandao didn't care. The pen in his hand didn't stop for a moment, writing quickly.
He wrote from dark to dawn, day and night.
He finally stopped writing. The morning light shone through the window and onto the desk.
Chen Tao raised his head and bathed in the light.
Under the sunlight, Chen Zhidao read the contents of the book. Even he himself seemed to be glowing.
Until he will be together. The Chinese translation of the declaration was handed over to Chen Duxiu.
At this moment, Chen Duxiu looked at the book in amazement.
"This is the common people of China. Communism, that's great."
"With this information, we can truly spread the news of the Chinese people. The idea of industrialism."
Standing at the side, Li Hanjun, who was also pleasantly surprised, was also looking at the translated version that had just been sorted out. He couldn't put it down.
"Alright, with it, our good friends have also begun to form the Chinese Republic in various places. I believe that very soon, we will be able to promote our ideas to the entire China!”
Chen Duxiu, Chen Yudao, Li Hanmin.
More and more members couldn't suppress the excitement in their eyes. They sent these books from Shanghai to the capital, Hu Nan, and other places.
Standing under the sun, this group of people looked from afar. Their eyes were filled with hope, as if they were looking at the flames spreading from Shanghai to all over the world.
One day, these flames would ignite the torches and gather them together.
It would be an unimaginable sea of fire!
—
On the other side.
The Great Tang.
Han Yu was also watching this scene.
Now that he had just become a supervisory censor, he looked at Chen Tao on the golden roll and suddenly thought of his childhood. He lived with his brother and sister-in-law when he was three years old. At that time, he also worked hard.
"Their organization has taken action.”
They were not the only ones. People from different dynasties and eras were watching in amazement.
An organization with its own program and clear goals.
A truly great organization had begun to set sail.
These scholars from the later generations were also moving forward for his ideals.
—
New words appeared in shock.
The ideology that spread from Shanghai was spread to all parts of China. People from different regions saw Mr. Chen Duxiu's ideology and also saw the common people. In this era, the flames of industrialism appeared one after another.
Jinan.
On the street, a middle-aged man was driving a carriage outside the city. The young men who came and went on the road all focused their gazes on a young man.
The young man brought many bags and delivered a small booklet. It was mailed from Shanghai. A young woman came forward to receive her letter.
Then, when she flipped to the first page, she was stunned and began to recite in a low voice.
"The Chinese. A declaration of industrialism."
Then, the more she read, the more excited the young woman became.
She clenched the book tightly and looked in the direction of Shang Hai.
"The fire is burning…"
On the other side.
Muzhou.
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At the pier.
Merchants, laborers, and many other races were rushing through.
This land belonged to China and had become a foreign concession.
At this moment, a young man in a long robe handed over a booklet with the words 'declaration' printed on it.
"This is from Shang Hai."
The middle-aged worker who had studied at night school took the booklet. Then, his body trembled a little, and his eyes grew bigger and bigger.
"Gong... The idea of establishing a country that belonged to the Chinese people.”
"The working class will be the vanguard of this era.”
The worker put down the parcel in his hand and hurriedly put the booklet in his arms as he spoke excitedly.
"I want to bring it back and let everyone see this declaration!”
Wu Han.
In the Chamber of Commerce.
The textile merchant who had just left the shop looked at the roadside. A few postmen were in a hurry. One of them saw him and delivered a letter.
He took it from Shang Hai's good friend.
Opening the letter, the merchant couldn't help but recite it in a low voice.
"The Chinese. A pro-capitalist declaration?"
"Everyone is equal, and everyone respects each other.”
He looked at the workers and farmers as the core of the foundation, willing to work together. The declaration of a lifetime of struggle for property, the blood in his chest that he had not felt for a long time gradually boiled.
He thought back to the time when students, workers, farmers, and merchants all walked on the streets.
At this moment, he clenched his fists tightly, his eyes moist.
"If that's the case, how can any foreign country dare to bully us, make us give up our land, and make us inferior?”
At this moment, the flame from Shang Hai was finally ignited!
Jinan.
Wang Jinmei, Deng Enming, and the other young men looked at the booklet in their hands. Their eyes were solemn and excited. They lowered their voices and raised their hands.
"I swear to join the Chinese government. The pro-capitalist faction is the common faction. I'll fight for it all my life."
"The Chinese. Long live industrialism!"
"Today, I announce that Ji Nan Gong…The capitalist group has been established!"
On the other side.
Muzhou.
Tan Pingshan, Chen Gongbo, and the others also had solemn gazes. They understood what Mister Chen Duxiu was thinking.
The few of them raised the declaration in their hands solemnly.
"I swear to join the Chinese government. The pro-capitalist faction is the common faction. I'll fight for it all my life."
"The Chinese. Long live industrialism!"
"Muzhou. The pro-economy group is established today!"
At the same time.
Wu Han.
Chen Tanqiu, Bao Huishen, and a few other young men also gathered together. They raised their right hands high, and their gazes were holy.
"I swear to join the Chinese government. The pro-capitalist faction is the common faction. I'll fight for it all my life."
"Wuhan Gong. The pro-economy group is established!"
At this moment, these young figures seemed to have become flames scattered all over the place.
Shanghai, Jingshi, Muzhou, Wuhan, Jinan have established a total. The pro-economy group.
The Republic of China. The capitalist faction began to take shape.
In the desolate wilderness, a flame that had been protected for a long time began to burn, weakly dispersing the night…
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