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[Chen Duxiu decided to set up an organization that belongs to the Chinese people]

The picture emerged.

In August, the autumn breeze is bleak, and the old Yuyang is the inconspicuous house.

Chen Duxiu was eating.

At this moment, he looked at the news from the Enlightenment Society, and the situation was very good.

Now following the establishment of Shanghai Hai, the first co-. After the protarist group, Jingshi has also begun to prepare, and on Hu Nan's side, there are also people who are actively planning.

For a time, Chen Duxiu could vaguely feel the trend of great organizations blossoming everywhere.

He also looked at the letters sent back by his son from the country of origin, in which the son said that they also began to contact Wu overseas. The thinking of the industrial class, and has a deep understanding.

At this moment, Chen Duxiu smiled.

"Begin."

The reader in the robe changed into a cyan robe and pushed open the door.

Outside the door, the sun was shining.

He began his journey to an old mansion, located in the Fa Concession.

Now, there are many people gathered here, including those students, including Chen Shuodao, Li Hanjun, Yu Xiusong, Shi Cuntong, Chen Gongfu and others.

Chen Duxiu turned his back to the sunlight, and the students who looked at him seemed to see a majestic figure glowing with light.

"Fellow believers, before the establishment of the organization today, I would like to read out the program I have drawn up, divided into principles and objectives."

"First, abolish the oppression of the individual, and second, the working class acquires ..."

As Chen Duxiu finished reciting the program, he raised his head and looked at the harsh sunlight.

"From now on, we are together. The first members of proletarianism, from today onwards, the working class of China, has its own vanguard, our name, the Communist Party of China. Proletarian! "

Chen Duxiu spoke, his voice seemed to cut through the dead mountain and river in front of him.

"We swear an oath, Chen Duxiu."

"I, Chen Shuo!"

"I, Li Hanjun!"

..“ Join the CPC. Proletarian faction, determined to work for communism. Proletarian struggle for life! "

Several people shouted as if they had exhausted all their strength.

Chen Shuodao looked at this scene and his eyes reddened.

He thought of many years ago, a reader named Tan Sitong came forward, and then, Mr. Sun, and then Mr. Chen Zhongfu.

He thought of Wu Yue, Liu Daoji, Mr. Zou Rong, who did not care about life and death in order to embark on the right path.....

How many years have passed, how much blood has been shed, to get to where we are today!

He clutched the book and spoke excitedly: "CPC. The future of the proletarian school will surely shine in China! "

【China's first communist. The proletarian school was founded in Shanghai, initiated by Chen Duxiu, and since then, China has had the first sect belonging to workers and peasants.

On the gold list, take stock of the text.

[Li Dazhao decided to set up an organization that belongs to the people in Beijing, and like Shanghai, let this organization become the vanguard on the right path of China]

The screen appears.

Capital.

Li Dazhao's home.

The bearded reader sat at his desk, the sky outside the window was dark, and the wind swept up a field of smoke.

Li Dazhao held the letterhead in his hand and looked at it over and over.

It was mailed to him by his family.

He decided that before in the Jingshi newspaper and periodicals, as well as seminars, he had already made many arrangements.

Now, he saw a new letter, which Zhongfu had given him.

The news from above was that they had set up the first vanguard of the working class in Shanghai.

Li Dazhao thought of the scene he had seen with Chen Duxiu by the Jincheng River before.

They had sworn to the frozen child, to the old man who claimed that the country was worthless, to the old man who knelt on the ground and gave up his dignity.

That was their oath to the entire Chinese people, to 40,000 people.

He smiled and picked up the book.

"Zhongfu, I'm coming."

Under the sun, even the wind is not so cold.

The three figures gathered here raised their hands and did not look back.

"Today, the CPC. The group of the capitalists was officially established, and the three of us will be the first group of members. "

"Next, I swear that Li Dazhao, Zhang Shenfu, and Zhang Guotao will voluntarily join the Communist Party of China. Proletarian faction, determined to work for communism. Proletarian struggle for life! "

Under the sun, the three raised their hands and announced to China.

Li Dazhao clenched his fists, his eyes a little moist: "Comrades, long live China!" "

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[Hu Nan Youth Club students returned to Hu Nan, they also saw Mr. Chen Duxiu's envelope, they were excited, and they were determined to add bricks to the correct path of China that they firmly believed in their hearts]

The screen expands.

Now.

He Shuheng, who had run a newspaper and periodical together, looked at his friends who had just returned from Shanghai.

"Something must have happened when you called us in the morning, right?"

These students nodded and looked at the letter in their hands excitedly, excited.

"Go to Shanghai, phoenix nirvana, rebirth from the ashes."

"Mr. Chen Duxiu, they have successfully created the first vanguard sect belonging to the working class of the Chinese people in Shanghai!"

He Shuheng took the letter excitedly, feeling difficult to himself.

"Good, good!"

"Finally come to this day!"

Some students nodded: "To save China, there is only one way, stunned!" "

"From today, the CPC . The Proletarian Long Yarn Group was officially established. "

"Mr. Chen Duxiu is going to Liangguang, he can't come to participate in the ceremony, entrust me to preside, we have two main tasks now, first, to transform the people's association, and second, to 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 people seemed to be burning with a flame.

The young students standing in front of him were also ignited with the heat in their hearts and shouted in low voices.

They are immature and young, but they are positive, enthusiastic and sincere.

So far, the CPC. The third group, the third group, officially appeared in Hu Nan.

This flame, from this moment, appeared in the early rudiments all over China!

Southern song dynasty.

Qin Hui looked at the picture on the gold list with a livid face.

"How can there be such a reaction?"

He looked at Shang Hai Chen Duxiu, looked at Jingshi Li Dazhao, and looked at Hu Nan's youth.

This one belongs to the total. The flame of proletarianism burns too fast!

Daming.

Zhu Qizhen looked at the scene in front of him and was a little flustered.

He looked at Ma Yu with a look of bewilderment in his eyes: "Have you gone to investigate?" Can every citizen see the gold list? "

If it had been before, he would not have panicked, because these people would not have succeeded.

At least, they simply fell into the circle of overthrowing a feudal dynasty and establishing a new one.

But now, what Zhu Qizhen sees is the people from another era, and they want to overturn all the layers that weigh on the heads of the lowest people.

If the people of Daming do the same, seeing that everyone is equal and respects each other...

The other side.

Yuan.

Yuan Huizong's eyes were only panicked.

No one knows better than him that those Han people, today's Dayuan is about to be overwhelmed.

If they also see the gold list, according to that program...

Cheng Xiang grabbed the smoking pot and turned to make arrangements.

On this day, he set up lists everywhere to appease the people, and at the same time personally climbed the city wall and looked at the Han people whose faces gradually showed a different color,

He couldn't help but sigh.

"They can't succeed, only His Majesty today can lead hundreds of officials and protect the people."

"They must not be able to create a real great power."

Right now.

Daming.

Zhang Ju was trembling and got up on crutches.

He wanted to see the country so much, even though now even he understood that he wouldn't last long.

The voices of Daming Ma Yu, Yuan Dynasty Detach and others were transmitted through the Golden List.

At this moment, the eyes of this old scholar with a broken wind candle were full of defiance.

"From ancient times to the present, how have you ever seen such a group?"

The other side.

Da Tang.

Yan Zhenqing, who had just calmed down the chaos and placed the remnants of his nephew and brother in a stirring mood, also looked at Jin Bang, and his voice was cold.

"They are not overthrowing, they are creating, from nothing, creating a brand new, very different from thousands of years of dynasty, a great power!"

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At that time.

On the gold list, a new inventory text appears.

【Chen Duxiu founded the Communist Party of China. After the proletarian group, he found Chen Shuodao and began to think.

The screen appears.

It is still the slightly old masonry structure, the second floor.

Chen Duxiu looked at Chen Shuodao with serious eyes.

"Although we have successfully created a total . Propertyism, but the national conditions of each country are different.

"In view of this, I have repeatedly thought about it, and believe that we must not copy the development methods of Western Tsarist Russia, and should have our own ideological concepts."

That's right, Chen Duxiu thought about it for a long time, even if he was shared. With the help of the international community, they cannot fully develop China according to the conditions of other countries.

However, before coming to New Youth, Chen Shuodao had been exposed to Max's ideas when he was studying abroad in Kawasaki, and he also translated some of them.

Therefore, he came to find Chen Shuodao just to want him to come up with a way.

Whether to go to bourgeoisie, or to go otherism.

Chen Shuodao nodded solemnly when he heard this.

"I'll finish translating the overseas proletarian thought book!"

Chen Shuodao, who accepted the task and returned home, locked himself in a small room and wrote alone.

He knew that the existing Chinese total. The idea of proletarianism was completely understood internationally and fragmentally, so he began to translate the communists. Proletarianism.

The rice dumplings brought by his mother were already cold, and he opened them casually, and unconsciously, he dipped in ink and ate them.

Chen Shuodao didn't care, the pen in his hand kept writing, writing quickly.

From dark, writing to dawn, day and night.

He finally stopped writing, and the morning light outside the window shone through the desk.

Chen Shuodao raised his head and bathed in light.

Under the sun, Chen Shuodao recited the contents of it, and even he himself seemed to be glowing.

Until he will total . The Chinese translation of the production manifesto was handed over to Chen Duxiu.

At this moment, Chen Duxiu looked at the book in amazement.

"This is the common thing that belongs to us. Proletarian thinking, great. "

"With this information, we can really spread the word in China. The idea of proletarianism. "

Standing on the side, Li Hanjun, who was also pleasantly surprised, was also looking at this dubbed version that had just been sorted out, and couldn't put it down.

"Well, with it, now our friends have also begun to form the Communist Party of China in various places. I believe that soon, we will be able to spread our ideas to the whole of China! "

CHEN Duxiu,CHEN Shuodao,LI Hanmin.......

More and more members could not suppress the excitement in their eyes, and they sent these printed books from Shanghai to Jingshi, Hu Nan and many other places.

Standing in the sun, this group of people watched from afar, their eyes full of hope, as if they were watching flames coming out from Shanghai to all places.

One day, these flames will light torches and bring them together.

It will be an unimaginable sea of fire!

The other side.

Da Tang.

Han Yu was also watching this scene.

Now that he has just become a superintendent of imperial history, he looks at Chen Shuodao on the gold list, and suddenly thinks of when he was young, he lived with his brother and sister-in-law at the age of three, and at that time, he was also working hard.

"Their organization has taken action, and there has been a thought statement."

Not only them, but people from different dynasties and eras are watching and marveling.

An organization with its own program and clear goals.

A truly great organization that set sail.

These readers from later generations are also moving forward for his ideals.

A new inventory of text, shocking appeared.

[The ideological propaganda book transmitted from Shanghai has spread to all parts of China, and people from different regions have seen Mr. Chen Duxiu's thoughts, and also seen the common news. Proletarianism, this era appeared in turn]

Jinan.

On the street, middle-aged people driving carriages were outside the city, and young people coming and going on the road all focused their attention on a young man.

The young man brought a pamphlet with a large bag and a small bag, which was mailed from Shanghai, and a young woman stepped forward to receive her letter.

Then, turning the first page, she froze and chanted in a low voice.

"CPC. The Protarist Manifesto. "

Then, the more she looked at it, the more excited the young woman became.

She clenched the booklet, looked in the direction of Shanghai, and muttered.

"Fire, burn 610 is coming.."

The other side.

Qizhou.

On the pier.

Merchants, laborers are endless, hurriedly passing through, and there are many foreign races among them.

This land belongs to China and has become a foreign concession.

At this moment, the young man in the robe sent over a pamphlet with the word "manifesto" printed on it.

"This was sent by Shanghai Hai."

The middle-aged laborer who had studied at night school took the booklet, and then his body trembled a little, and his eyes became bigger and bigger.

"Total. The idea of protarism, the establishment of a country belonging to the Chinese people. "

"The working class will be the vanguard of this era."

The worker put down the package in his hand, hurriedly put the book in his arms, and opened his mouth excitedly.

"I'm going to bring it back for everyone to see, look at this declaration!"

Wu Khan.

Chamber of Commerce.

The weaver who had just left the shop looked at the side of the road, and several postmen were hurrying, and one of them saw him and delivered the letter.

He took it, and it was sent from a friend of Shanghai's.

Opening the letter, the merchant couldn't help but recite it in a low voice.

"CPC. Protarist manifesto? "

"All people are equal, respect each other, and belong to the people's own organization."

He looked at the workers, the peasants as the core of the foundation, volunteering for the communist. A declaration of a lifelong struggle of industry, the long-lost blood in the chest cavity gradually boiled.

He thought about the time when students, workers, farmers, and businessmen all took to the streets.

At this moment, he clenched his fists fiercely, and his eyes were moist.

"If this is the case, where else would there be overseas countries that dare to bully us, let us cede land, and make us inferior!"

At this moment, the flame coming out of Shanghai Hai finally began to ignite!

Jinan.

Wang Jinmei, Deng Enming, several young people looked at the book in their hands, their eyes were solemn and excited, they lowered their voices and raised their hands.

"I swear to volunteer to join the CPC. Proletarian faction, for communism. Proletarianism struggled all his life. "

"CPC. Long live the provincialism! "

"Today, I announce that Jinan Gong. The Protaristist Group is formed! "

The other side.

Qizhou.

Tan Pingyi, Chen Gongbo and the others also looked solemn at this moment, and they understood Mr. Chen Duxiu's thoughts.

Several people raised the declaration in their hands, solemn and solemn.

"I swear to volunteer to join the CPC. Proletarian faction, for communism. Proletarianism struggled all his life. "

"CPC. Long live the provincialism! "

"Qizhou Gong. The Propertory Group was established today! "

Meanwhile.

Wu Khan.

Chen Tanqiu, Bao Huishen, and several young people also gathered, raised their right hands, and their eyes were sacred.

"I swear to volunteer to join the CPC. Proletarian faction, for communism. Proletarianism struggled all his life. "

"Wu Khan Gong. Propertarist group, established! "

At this moment, these young figures seemed to become a flame scattered everywhere.

Shanghai Hai, Jingshi, Zhizhou, Wuhan, Jinan... have been established altogether. Propertory group.

CPC. The protarist school began to build its prototype.

In the barren wilderness, a flame has been sheltered for a long time, and now it begins to burn, faintly dispelling the night...