However, the whole place is full of fishy clouds, the street is full of wolfdogs, happy, how many people can satisfy? Sima Qingshan, I can't learn from Taishang to forget myself
If I say that I created this country for the sake of the broken mountains and rivers, for the sake of everyone I've seen before, for the sake of an ideal I had when I was young, would you believe me?
At this moment.
When the words appeared on the golden list.
Big Ming.
The old Zhang Juzheng saw this scene and tears streamed down his face.
The servants beside him carried him, and the sound of violent coughing could be heard. He opened his eyes with difficulty, and the servants and family around him sobbed and kowtowed.
The old man recalled his life.
From studying in his youth to entering the imperial court, he had always hidden himself in the clear stream.
Until Yan Song fell and he personally brought down the head of the Clear Stream, his master Xu Jie.
His senior brother Gao Gong had also stood on the opposite side of him.
During that period of time, everyone in Qingliu regarded him as a traitor, a strict faction, and an enemy.
Someone asked him why he was doing this.
At this moment, the old scholar's tears flowed down his face as he roared hoarsely.
"If I say that I'm doing this for the sake of the broken mountains and rivers, for the sake of everyone I've seen before who had a hard time dying or living, would you believe me?”
Now, Zhang Ju was looking at the golden roll, and his vision was already blurry.
"I believe in descendants."
At this moment.
The Golden Roll was officially opened.
Along with... The early ideas of the capitalist faction were ignited, and flames were ignited in various places, overseas, China, and the Republic of China. The pro-capitalist group is on the move. Someone is singing in the dark. Use fire, my friends.
The scene unfolded.
At this moment, Chen Duxiu was at the Shang Hai Machinery Guild, looking at the figure in front of him.
His name was Li Zhongyuan.
He used to be a passionate reader of the New Youth Magazine. He was born into a scholarly family and graduated from a teacher's college. After the students gathered to speak out, he went to help out in an antique shop in Shanghai. It was not until Chen Duxiu arrived that the New Youth came. This passionate reader came to visit many times.
Under Chen Duxiu's inspiration, he took the initiative to join the factory and began to promote the life of the dead.
Li Zhongyuan was very excited. Now, they were standing together. They were the same group of people who were holding high flames.
Now, all the representatives of the major factories were here.
Chen Duxiu and the others agreed on the slogan. Next, they would create the first in the world. The workers 'union under the pro-capitalist faction, with a total of. He was guided by the ideology of the capitalist faction.
Chen Duxiu and his friend glanced at the young and middle-aged workers.
"The purpose of our union is to seek the benefits of our members and eliminate their suffering.”
"I believe everyone knows that in the current world, there are only three groups with power. The first is the miners, the second is the railway workers, and the third is the machine workers. Everything in the meeting was under its control.”
"Why do we need to establish a guild? Because we must train our moral character, develop our wisdom, and promote the concept of mutual assistance among the classes with a common ideal."
In the workshop, more than 80 workers 'representatives were listening. Their emotions became more and more high-spirited as Chen Duxiu's speech, and the surrounding machines roared.
Some of the young workers 'representatives clenched their fists tightly and had passionate gazes. There were also middle-aged workers' representatives who were dull and excited as they recorded in their notebooks.
The union was established, and Mr. Sun also came. Looking at the shipyard, electric lamp factory, yarn factory, and more than 80 workers 'representatives, the scene broke out into warm applause.
Mr. Sun was very quiet. He looked at Chen Duxiu, who was giving a speech on the machine, as well as the earnest and enthusiastic worker representatives.
It was like seeing a ball of fire in the dark era.
He really hoped that Chen Duxiu could walk a different path.
They had been exploring the new path for too many years, and they had waited for too many years.
The scene appeared on the street.
The newspaper of Xin Daily was held up by the paperboy and sold excitedly along the way.
"Gong... The industrialists have created the workers 'union!”
At the edge of the cigarette stall, a young student who had read Shen Bao clenched his fist and shouted,"The working class will never be bullied again!”
The old worker holding the Times looked at the united class with tears in his eyes.
On the Golden Roll.
The camera turned again.
This time, Shang Hai.
Fudan Public School.
A few young students lowered their heads among the teachers and secretly watched. From time to time, they would whisper a few words to each other.
They gripped the books in their hands tightly in excitement.
That is the translation of nothing by Chen Tao. the ideas of the middle class.
This booklet was also moved to Shanghai New Youth Press.
Even if they were secretly watching or discussing excitedly in private, they would still have differences in their thoughts. Therefore, some people began to write letters to the new youth.
The influence of the new youth was no longer limited to Shanghai.
At this moment, more and more youths were raising their pens.
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At this moment, in Xiao County, Zhu Datong, who was only thirteen years old, lowered his head. He was still studying in the village, looking at the thoughts of the new youth. He lit the oil lamp excitedly, and the pen in his hand was covered with ink as he wrote down his own thoughts. The understanding of the industrialists.
At the same time.
This year, the ten-year-old Yuan Shu had changed his name and was now in Shanghai.
No one knew that this ten-year-old was still under the influence of his father and had developed a high enthusiasm for the new youth. He was also raising his pen and writing his questions into the letter.
On the other side, Wu Han.
The 21-year-old lawyer, Shi Yang, was still wearing a skullcap, as if he would always wear the mandarin jacket. However, he was also looking at the new young man who did not fit in with him. He locked himself in his room and raised his pen solemnly and sincerely.
In the capital, the eight-year-old Fang Dezeng silently wrote down the words 'altogether.' The words 'industrialist sect'.
This year in the northeast.
The eleven-year-old Liu Chang Chun had been in school for a year. He knew many words. He looked at the young man and clumsily wrote a letter to him.
These people were all saying,"This time, China really has hope. The people have strength!"”
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Now.
The Great Tang.
Prime Minister Fang Xuanling, Wei Zheng, Zhangsun Wuji, and the others were all watching the scene.
At that time, they were walking in the Zhenguan period.
Fang Xuanling looked at the golden list in front of him. It belonged to the future, to another era, and to a glory that China had never seen in thousands of years.
The guild was grand and grand. Under the guidance of Wang Chan.
Wuhan, Jingshi, Muzhou, Shanghai, Hu Nan...
All over the world. The production organizations were all learning, brimming with enthusiasm and enthusiasm.
He had never seen such a scene in any era.
Gathering the strength of several generations, they advanced wave after wave, rushing towards a path that could not even be seen clearly. Regardless of whether they succeeded or not, they did not care about life or death as moths to the flame.
Until now.
After they found their way, the latest batch of youths stood up from all over China and began to learn in high spirits.
At this moment, Fang Xuanling seemed to see a batch of the most immature seeds, determined to make himself bloom in this era.
"In history, there has never been such vigor.”
Fang Xuanling finally spoke, his eyes reflecting the dawn of another era.
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Now.
The golden roll continued.
Chen Duxiu looked at the news of the establishment of the party in various places and started a meeting to create a publication for the organization. At the end of the year, the monthly magazine of the capitalist faction was founded in Shanghai. The capitalist group was launched and began to introduce the common people. The proposition of the pro-capitalist party, as well as the Russian ideology and experience, the ideology of Karl Max
The golden list appeared.
At this moment, Chen Duxiu was looking at the news from the capital, Hu Nan, Muzhou, Wuhan, and other places. The news from the capitalist faction was extremely exciting.
He looked at his wife and waved the letter in his hand.
"Jun Man, look, this fire has been ignited. Sooner or later, it will burn to every corner of China and illuminate this country to regain its new life!”
Immediately, he began to write letters to Li Dazhao and his friends.
"There is no future. The flames of the middle class would definitely burn the entire country, and the people would be the masters of the country!”
Yes, now all over the world, a common…The enthusiasm of the pro-capitalist group was the greatest victory of this path.
However, after Chen Duxiu became excited, he started to think. Now that he had the main ideology, the organization still needed to publish a magazine to pass on the ideology.
So he gathered Shang Haigong. The pro-economy group held a meeting to discuss this.
Shen Yanbing, Shi Cuntong, and the others were all present.
When he heard that Chen Duxiu had decided to start a new publication.
"Let's... The best thing about a capitalist journal is to introduce nothingness. The current situation of the middle class, the Russian experience, and the transmission of Max's thoughts.”
"We have to let everyone understand that there is a total of…At the same time, we must also correct all kinds of ideas that are too jumbled today, so that the common people can have a better understanding of them. Communism has become mainstream!"
Therefore, in the printer, they began to print in a low-key manner. The sound of the machine rang out.
Chen Duxiu looked at the newspaper and reached out to touch the paper that was still warm. His eyes were bright.
Now the North and South are officially against the common people. The capture of the capitalists was very powerful, so they could only release it secretly.
Li Zhongyuan, the founder of the Shanghai Worker's Union, held the document in his hand and spoke to the workers in surprise.
"Fellow Daoists, our bright path is about to begin!”
"This is... The capitalist faction is the banner that guides our thoughts and stands at the highest point.”
It wasn't just the factory. Some students at Fudan Public School were reading the journal that was given to them by the new youth. They began to open it and carefully took notes.
On the dock, some workers took advantage of their working hours to look down and watch quietly, their rough fingers clenched tightly.
At the same time, the capital, Wuhan, Muzhou, Hu Nan, and other small groups also began to receive the news.
The flames everywhere were starting to burn!
The golden roll was counted, and words appeared.
At the end of the year, under the leadership of Chen Duxiu, Shang Hai had a total of…The pro-capitalist group wrote a declaration of the party's thoughts
The scene unfolded.
This time, Chen Duxiu was at home.
Shen Yanbing, Shi Cuntong and Shang Hai Gong. All the members of the pro-economy group were present.
At this moment, the cold wind was whistling outside the window, mixed with the bone-piercing coldness unique to winter, but the figure in the room was surging with enthusiasm.
Chen Duxiu waved his hand, his spirits rising.
"I believe everyone has seen that the capital, Hu Nan, Wuhan, Muzhou, and other places have successively established a common army. The establishment and spread of the capitalist group represented the choice of the times.”
"The times have proved that the path we are taking is in line with the current national conditions and is also in line with the China Society. Those who knew the basics were more in line with the needs of the people.”
"However, how can an organization not have a program?”
The excitement in the eyes of Shen Yanbing, Shi Cuntong, and the others gradually calmed down.
" That's right. There is no program. Our current Max's thinking is only theory. We must have a clear goal and describe the current situation. We must also provide clear guidance on how to establish, develop, and carry out the steps for each group in the current environment.”
"We must create a program that has a clear guiding ideology and goal for the establishment of the party!”
The gazes of several team members gathered together, colliding with the radiance of enthusiasm.
The cold wind outside the window swept past, and it began to rain.
Gao Junman saw her husband and the others lock her in the room and knocked on the door.
"The meal is ready. You can write after eating.”
Chen Duxiu didn't raise his head, but continued to wave his pen.""You eat first."
The others also lowered their heads and focused, as if they did not notice their hunger at all.
The sky was getting darker, and the lights in the room were lit.
Gao Junman reheated the food again. No one cared about the steaming food on this winter night.
She shouted again.
However, in the room, Chen Duxiu and the others continued to write enthusiastically.
"Let's not talk about anti-feudal and anti-local democratic decrees. We'll only advocate co-operation. It's a fantasy to be a fatalist."
They wrote it, and the first part was about sharing. The second part is about the commonality. The third part of the purpose of industrialism was the status of the class.
The few of them laughed in surprise. Looking at these newly written guidelines, they were extremely excited.
The food was heated up again and placed on the table, emitting steam.
This time, they still did not eat. Instead, they rushed out with their manuscripts.
Gao Junman stood at the door behind him and shouted,""We'll go after dinner."
However, the few of them just smiled." Let's print it out first. We have to let the various places come into contact with ideas. Time waits for no man."”
Soon, about the total…The program of the capitalist system was printed.
Chen Duxiu and the others all wrote letters and sent them to their good friends.
On a cold winter night, the carriage galloped away until it appeared in the capital.
Li Dazhao looked at the newest program and hurried to the research lab.
The fire in his eyes blazed even more. He finally saw the future direction of this path!
On the other side, Hu Nan.
He Shuheng also looked at the paperboy who had rushed over to deliver the letter. He carefully gripped the light declaration in his hand. At this moment, he raised his head to look at the mountains and rivers.
He saw a truly unprecedented, vast, and prosperous world!
Outside the capital's research lab, young figures left. They touched the material from Shang Hai, which had become one of their most precious books. The monthly magazine of the capitalist faction.
In the capital, outside Changxin Shop, a youth shouted.
"Young China has hope!"
He walked around and handed the books in his hand to the workers to read.
On the other side, in Shang Hai.
At Fudan Public School, a female student boldly circulated the book in her hand to the school.
"Anarchism is wrong! This is the right thing to do!" The young man who was reading exclaimed.”
In the capital.
I'll join you when I wake up. The few people from the pro-economy group had tears in their eyes."Gong... The militarism had begun. It had really begun.”
"We have our own program, we have newspapers!”
Now, the inventory continued.
The international situation is constantly changing. The Hera people voted to re-establish the king.
In the same year, Fenlan joined the International Alliance.
Eagle Country and Fa Country signed a treaty, Eagle Country occupied Batan, and Fa Country occupied Xu Country.
This year, China was in a precarious situation, and the warlords were divided. Guizhou War
The figures of the Kawasaki people began to appear in the northeast, Dongshan, and other places, quietly measuring the route. This ambition from Dongying Island had been spying for a long time.
In the winter, an unprecedented earthquake broke out in Ningxia. In China, which was plagued by disasters, 230,000 people were unfortunately killed that year.
This year was a turbulent year for the international community.
—
Now.
Big Ming.
Xia Yunyi looked at his young son, Xia Wanchun, with a complicated gaze.
Now that Great Ming was already in a precarious situation, how much difference was there compared to the world on the Golden Roll?
At this moment, Xia Yunyi looked at the golden roll and began to teach.
"The era is chaotic, and the heroes are chaotic."
"There are too many thoughts in that era that came from the future. The warlords must be in a very difficult situation.”
"You see, under such circumstances, their organization can still appear. The program and monthly magazine have completely established the ideology of their organization.”
Xia Yunyi's gaze was deep.
"In the future, you have to watch carefully and learn more to save the Great Ming Dynasty from its decline.”
On the other side.
Northern Song Dynasty.
The young Ouyang Xiu was also teaching the child.
"Just wait and see how an organization that could rise so quickly in such an era would change their country.”
"In the future, you have to watch carefully and learn from them to improve Great Song.”
At that moment, they looked at the flames of this era with dazzling enthusiasm.
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Qing Dynasty.
Emperor Yongzheng put down the memorial late at night.
With his hands behind his back, he looked at the golden list and sneered.
"With the current situation, what can you do?”
"Now that China is divided, the foreign races have wild ambitions and are eyeing us covetously.”
"Even if your thoughts are correct and your path is correct, how can you turn the tide?”
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However, the wind was blowing, and the fire was getting stronger and stronger…
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