All the emperors stand up and watch the stars of mankind shine

Spring and autumn.

Hao Zi carried his hands on his back, and now he came from a peasant and walked all the way to the position of the national army, and no one would question his gaze.

Looking at the golden list, Hao Zi looked at the disciple: "Zhong Ni, do you think that this Chinese national road is really feasible?" "

"Their time is too miserable, to find a way for a country."

Now that he has traveled around the world, Confucius, who is famous in all directions, was silent for a moment.

He looked at the pictures that kept appearing on the gold list and closed his eyes.

Yes, he was thinking too.

These people want to overthrow all their ideas and find a new path.

Warlords, pedants, Enlightenment ideas, are too complicated in such an environment.

Can they build a great nation?

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The gold list inventory continues.

This time, what appears is the picture.

Zhou Shuren, who returned to China, had some difficulty breathing, and his depressed back was cold.

He didn't know exactly what he saw.

When Caishikou was beheaded and executed, the people crowded as if they were watching the excitement.

Zhou Shuren looked at the overflowing Yin red of those people, and then someone soaked it with steamed buns.

These people rushed in like crazy.

"Give me one, my child is not well."

"I'll come first! Give me one! "

Human blood, steamed buns.

The shocking Yin Hong made Zhou Shuren breathless, and he looked blankly at those Chinese compatriots who were scrambling.

He knew that human blood could treat tuberculosis in the Materia Medica.

For a long time, Zhou Shuren's chest fell heavily, as if he was pressed by something.

He walked exhausted.

Qian Xuantong also followed behind and quickly chased after him, and he noticed Zhou Shuren's eyes without light.

"Brother Yucai, how did you become like this? Are you still the angry bullfighting Zhou Shuren I know? Someone wants to restore the imperial system, and you don't want to say something? "

Facing Qian Xuantong's solemnity, Zhou Shuren, who had numb eyes, lowered his eyelids, not daring to look at the crowd who snatched human blood steamed buns.

"If there is an iron room, without windows, and it is difficult to break, and there are many sleeping people in it, they will soon be suffocated, and they will not know the sorrow of death. Now, you, with a loud cry, wake up these more sober people, but this unfortunate minority is going to endure this irreparable dying suffering, and you think that you are worthy of them? "

Qian Xuantong flicked his sleeves fiercely, straightened his spine, and raised his neck.

"If I shout a few times and can wake up those people, I must not say that he has no hope of destroying this iron house."

At the moment when the two confronted, Zhou Shuren's heart suddenly beat violently.

Yes, it's not hopeless!

He suddenly knew.

He strode with meteors, and in a pair of eyes, flames were born again.

"Yes."

"You're right, this room shouldn't be dark, I'll open this pitch-black room, and I'll !!."

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The gold list inventory text expands.

[In 1917, the February Revolution in Tsarist Russia was victorious, and the October Revolution began, opening a new era in human history and opening the way for proletarian revolutions in all countries of the world].

[In June 1917, Zhang Xun Li Yuanhong and Duan Qirui contradicted, transferred troops under the pretext of reconciliation, summoned the Qing dynasty widow Kang Youwei and others to Beijing, held a pre-imperial conference, and resolved to restore, in July 1917, Duan Qirui established a rebellious army, defeated the restored henchmen, ascended the throne for 12 days, and Puyi abdicated].

[On August 25, 1917, Mr. Sun convened members of the National Assembly to propose in Yangcheng to safeguard the provisional law of the Republic of China, and the meeting decided to establish a military administration in Yangcheng, with Mr. Sun as the general marshal, guiding Beiyang, calling for the Northern Expedition, and the operation to protect the law began].

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Right now.

Daming.

Wanli Nian, as an important figure of the Donglin Party, but Zuo Guangdou, who is Qingliu, looks at the picture of the golden list.

"When it was really chaotic to the extreme, restoration, warlords, grand marshals, old guards, enslaved people, traitors who cooperated with foreign countries, thinkers ..."

"Is there really hope in this era?"

He couldn't imagine that in today's Daming, in history, the party was fighting against each other, and he always thought that it was better than now.

But when he saw the complexity of the afterlife, he finally understood.

What a dark day it was, so hard that you couldn't even see the road!

The other side.

Northern song dynasty.

Wang Anshi was silent.

Now the Great Song, Su Shi and others led by him argued endlessly with Sima Guang and Ouyang Xiu and others.

At one point, he thought that this was already the hardest part.

But at this moment, he raised his eyes and saw something?

Traitors, restoration, copying foreign systems, indoctrinating ideas from abroad, big warlords.

There are strong enemies outside, chaos inside.

There is not even a country that truly belongs to China.

How can they forge a new path, how to create a new country!

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On the gold list.

The inventory continues.

[In June 1917, on the eve of Zhang Xun leading the pigtail army into Beijing, the editorial office of the Jia Yin Daily was smashed, and Chen Duxiu and Li Dazhao had a difference of opinion].

[In the New Culture Movement, Li Dazhao echoed Chen Duxiu's new youth through the Jia Yin Daily and published articles advocating democracy, but the difference between Li Dazhao and Chen Duxiu is that Li Dazhao believes that in addition to attacking old cultural ideas, we should also study the social system and practice it on the road of social revolution].

The screen expands.

Now the editorial office of Koin Daily has been smashed.

Li Dazhao did not agree to dissolve the magazine and stayed, and Chen Duxiu frowned.

"Zhongfu, in the current situation of the country, can you still compile that New Youth? Talking only about ideology and not politics is not in line with China's reality. "

Chen Duxiu turned his head, obviously disappointed: "Confused! Shou Chang, you look at the quality of the people at the moment, how do you talk to them about politics! "

In the face of Chen Duxiu's questioning, Li Dazhao was-for-tat.

"In three years, two restorations, will this country allow us to improve the quality of its citizens? Drop your illusions and get ready to fight! "

However, Chen Duxiu's attitude is more resolute.

"No, I can't let you send you to death, the current China doesn't need Tan Sitong like you!"

The two disagreed, could not agree with each other, and eventually parted ways.

Chen Duxiu sighed and left, walking alone on the street, looking at these numb Chinese compatriots.

He remained steadfast in the path he had found.

Enlightenment of thoughts.

The other side.

Li Dazhao looked at the dim sky outside the window and muttered lonely.

"Ideological enlightenment is built on the explosion of flames and must be fought."

Empty talk and ideology without the support of a political foundation, the quality of the people can never be raised.

And if the quality of the people cannot be improved, there will be no basis for ideological change.

It's an endless loop.

They have only one option, and that is to fight.

At this moment, Li Dazhao's figure was particularly lonely, like the only fire in the dark night.

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Right now.

Spring and autumn.

Mo Zhai, who was wearing straw shoes, rarely did not lecture, he sat cross-legged, looking at the picture in the sky.

He already had a general understanding of the so-called revolution, politics, and ideology of later generations.

But the more so, the more he understood how cruel and chaotic this era was.

"Li Dazhao, this person is really amazing."

"He realized the essence, which is the cruelty of the changing times."

That's right, Mo Zhai's era was actually just as cruel.

The world is divided and the classes are clear.

If such existing conditions are to be broken, there is only struggle.

Another side.

Daming.

As Wang Shouren, who pioneered a generation of schools, he stood outside the military tent with his hands in his hands, his eyes deep.

"Chen Duxiu is good, but after all, he is not as transparent as Li Dazhao, he does not know the tragedy of the times, and he has not had time to continue to improve the quality of the people."

"In this case, it must be fought."

Speaking of this, he paused and sighed a little.

"It's just that the political battles are too brutal."

"How can they stand out in these chaotic times?"

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The gold list inventory continues.

[This year, Li Dazhao was ready to face this cruel era and embarked on the road he found, struggled].

The screen appears.

At the window, Li Dazhao stared out the window like that.

He saw that since Zhang Xun announced the restoration, the street outside the window had changed.

In addition to hawking newsboys, rickshaws, passing cars, foreigners.

There is an elderly figure, repainted clothes, wearing braids, and carrying caged birds, which is particularly self-satisfied.

Some middle-aged people even spent money and took the initiative to buy braids from the mechanic coachman on the side.

The changes of this era make people look strange and cold.

Li Dazhao closed his eyes.

He thought of many people, starting with Mr. Tan Sitong, Zou Rong, Wu Yue, Liu Daoyi...

These people don't even want their lives, just to help these people put on braids and fight for a democracy.

But now, that decadent era seems to have begun to spread again.

When he opened his eyes, the anger under his eyes could no longer be hidden.

Blood cannot be shed in vain!

At this moment, Li Dazhao picked up the pen, accompanied by anger, wrote a letter and sent it to his friend Bai Jianwu.

"The hero washed out the river, and the song and dance still went up the painting building. A generation of sound and drunken dreams, ten years of poverty remained. The bamboo curtain is half-rolled in the river and rain, and the banana fan welcomes the overseas autumn. Recall that there are no words in ten thousand mountains, and only five lakes should be shared. "

He bowed his head and straightened his clothes, taking it extra seriously.

It was raining heavily outside the window, but he opened the door and entered the rainstorm without hesitation

The closed door behind him finally revealed two lines of words.

Iron shoulders bear morality, clever hands on articles!

It's time for him to shoulder his own morality.

In the rainstorm, Li Dazhao took the students to the streets without hesitation, looking so lonely, but he was still roaring in the rain.

"Fellow citizens, our country has already been ravaged once last year, the great thief Yuan Shikai, and now, this group of dirty and shameless braid troops has once again ravaged our Republic of China with despicable means. Fellow citizens, they can strangle our Republic of China, but they cannot strangle the republic in the hearts of the people; They can block the sun in the sky, but they cannot block the light of democracy. "

"Swear to the death to preserve the republic."

In this heavy rain, some people beat themselves up, and some people died unswervingly.

But a lot of people.

Students,

Wait, all roaring.

"Preserving the republican !!"

Now the governments of the north and the south are extremely chaotic, and the restoration is ahead, and it is even more chaotic!

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A new picture appears on the gold list.

In the study, Chen Duxiu's eyes were complicated and he whispered.

"Politics."

"Does the awakening of literature, the awakening of ideas, really join politics?"

The other side.

Hu Shi, who had just studied literary improvement and promoted vernacular literature, looked at the newspaper with deep eyes, and his attitude was particularly resolute.

"How can politics be confused with ideas and cultural movements!"

On this day, Li Dazhao left the capital and openly resisted in the capital where the pigtail soldiers were restored, and he was ready.

At this moment, he carried his suitcase and left without hesitation.

He knows that he is still groping for the road, but he will find the way!

Liu Changchun in the small courtyard in the northeast looked at the students outside the window discussing that there was an emperor again, and his father smoked a cigarette with an ugly face.

Zhu Datong had already begun to read the newspaper, and he always felt that there should not be this emperor, and if so, what about those who died to overthrow the emperor before?

The young Yuan Shu leaned against the windowsill and looked at the figures roaring on the street marching against the restoration and being expelled, Yuan Shu frowned.

Father said they were right, but the right people, why should they be expelled?

What's wrong with the country....

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