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

The screen continues.

Shi Yang died.

Died in a snow-covered winter.

At the funeral, many people came.

The workers changed into shabby but exceptionally clean clothes and stood in front of the tomb looking at him.

Those students from all over the place, holding nothing. The book of thought, red eyes.

Shi Yang's younger brother Shi Jihao looked at this heavy snow, and in the fierce wind, he reached out and spent money.

The younger brother was reading his brother Shi Yang's favorite poem.

He said.

"I feel that those who are desperate have not returned from the bloody battlefield."

"They are not buried in our earth."

The money was wrapped up in the cold wind, rolling up large snowflakes and flying with the wind.

The young Shi Ji-ho looked at this brother who had taken him to step into sorrow with him in the past, and now only photos remained.

His voice was soft.

[They have turned into white cranes flying cranes]

[They flew in from distant times]

[Deliver the call to your ears]

[Because of this, people can awaken]

[Because of this, I can often look up to those who are desperate]

[And those who are desperate turn into tired cranes fly and fly]

At the funeral, thousands of people were silent, only Shi Jiho's voice alone, lonely made people's hearts tremble.

Students from the school listened to the quiet chanting, and tears finally burst into their eyes.

They never returned from a bloody battlefield.

It's like Shi Sheep, who died in that winter when no one cared about it.

The snow grew bigger and piled up, as if to cover up the name, and the young schoolgirl choked and could not stop, covering her mouth and crying.

The young student's nose was very sour, so hot tears rolled down, melting the white piled up on the ground.

The sound of whimpering spread through the crowd, and even though they tried desperately to stop, they still connected into a sea.

Shi Jihao's voice did not stop and continued.

[Flying at dusk, twilight]

[There's a little gap in that queue]

[That's the place for me]

At this moment, when the wind is mixed with heavy snow, spending money to fly.

Someone left and saw a lonely white crane and flew to its place.

They finally knew what kind of character this lawyer, who always wore a melon-skin hat and an old-time horse coat.

So Shi Jihao's voice became higher and higher, even though he was already in tears.

[One day, I will follow the cranes]

【Also fly in the time of this new China】

[I will sing like a flock of cranes in the clouds]

[Calling on you, the past must not be forgotten]

The funeral finally officially began.

Thousands of rickshaw pullers knelt on the ground, watching Shi Jihao support the spiritual seat.

These high-spirited men never wept even though they were scarred by flesh and blood.

But on this day, they knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly, and they followed behind the throne, and some people trembled, allowing tears to stain their clothes.

"Shi Yang go well, no. Long live production! "

The students who followed behind, still with red eyes, chanted: "One day, I will fly with the cranes and fly in this time of the new Chinese land." "

Railway workers also stood in this contingent one after another, red eyes and raised fists, they brazenly vented the voice of this era: "None. Members of the production organization, Shi sheep. "

"All the way, nothing. Long live production! "

On this day, thousands of coachmen, workers, and students followed the spiritual seat engraved with the word Shi Yang, raised their hands, and made a sound stained with boiling blood in their bones.

For the one who died in the snow. Members of the protarist faction, Fu Ling!

On the gold list, the picture turns again.

Winter is gradually dissipating.

In spring, weeds grow tenaciously on the small barren soil slopes.

The reader in the robe quietly held the flowers and came to this small dirt slope.

The stele above is engraved with the words Shi Yang.

Yes, Li Dazhao came, he came to see Shi Yang.

Li Dazhao, who had just returned from the north, pushed off his beard because he had been publicizing many times before and was being arrested.

He looked at the quiet little dirt slope, and the sunflower in his hand was placed in the middle of the weeds.

As a result, the small dirt slope actually has a glimmer of life.

Li Dazhao muttered.

"No one knows here, there shouldn't be only barren grass and green hills."

"Little friend, go slowly."

"For the sake of my life, I will do the same."

Yes, for the sake of death, he has long been ready, like Shi Yang, lying in the wilderness where no one cares, looking at the sky.

In Li Dazhao's mind, the appearance of Shi Yang appeared, that is, a young lawyer who always wore a melon skin hat and an old-time horse coat.

He was still a child.

This child is the same as the child who vomited blood in Beijing University before.

Guo Qingguang, this child, was also the only student who died in the 21 articles of the Beijing University student who spoke out against the loss of power and humiliation of the country.

From childhood to adulthood, they have seen too much humiliation.

Those who are high in overseas foreign countries, those lackeys of the same race who tend to be inflamed, which are the warlords who work for the tiger.

No one puts the Chinese people at the bottom in their eyes.

Therefore, they panic in their hearts.

Li Dazhao stretched out his hand, pointed to the sunflower, and spoke to the tombstone, his voice was very soft.

"Look, there is light."

At that moment, in the gloomy sky, the clouds dispersed a little, and a ray of light pierced through the clouds and fog and fell on the flowers.

Daming.

Zhang Juzheng was already too old and too tired, but he was still watching, watching everything that happened in the Sky Golden List.

When he saw this scene, he really began to envy.

Yes, he began to envy.

This old scholar who had struggled for decades as a lonely man in Daming, he had never fought for the imperial court.

So he really envied this kind of earth-changing courage and fearless character of life and death.

The moths of a group of people fighting the fire are the ultimate of ideals and the ultimate of romance.

So he stretched out his old hand, and at that moment, a ray of sunlight shone.

He said to himself.

"Daming, maybe you also need nothing. Light produced. "

On the gold list, the inventory continues.

The picture appears at the Provincial Railway General Assembly.

Young workers' representatives Liu Yang and Hu Jingwen held the Gong. Proletarian books, start studying.

They didn't like to read before, but they started to read.

"Let's remember sir, remember the voice of sir turning into a white crane!"

The other side.

Shanghai Workers' School.

Inside the small teachers, workers from all over the world with different accents were also looking at the newspapers, which recorded that it was Shi Yang.

"Sir said, let us Chinese laborers stand up, and drive warlords, bureaucrats, capital and lackeys to eat meat and skins!"

"Then start with us standing up!"

Meanwhile.

Qu Qiubai gave a serious lecture to students in the classroom of Shanghai University.

"In April of this year, the Chinese Teaching Census ended, which lasted for one year, students, the total number of Chinese students has now reached 6.8 million, and in the future, among these people, there will be many workers, many intellectual groups, remember what Mr. Shi Yang said?"

"Kill one Shi sheep, and thousands of Shi sheep stand up, you are hope, you are countless Shi sheep!"

Right now.

Da Song.

Emperor Taizu Zhao Kuangyin looked at the golden list.

He saw that in another era, more and more people began to accept new ideas. Production thoughts.

Just as the people began to accept the idea of restoration, the idea of democracy.

But this time, they are so loud that they are heart-shaking.

6.8 million students, accepted none. The idea of production grows...

He didn't dare to imagine, and even a little scared!

At this moment, he turned his head to look at Zhao Pu, who was thinking.

"Zeping, how should the Great Song develop now?" (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Yes, he was afraid, he was afraid that those thousands of people of the Great Song would see the golden list, and he was afraid that they would really start to learn nothing. Production thoughts.

What kind of era will that be?

The other side.

Daming.

This is the end of the Ming Dynasty, the sixth year of Chongzhen.

Lu Xiangsheng led the army and set up an ambush in Shicheng.

But this time, he was frustrated because he did not capture Li Zicheng's main army.

He looked at the local people, and there was only bitterness in his eyes.

These people reported to Li Zicheng.

Li Zicheng roared: "None. Production, death, the people are masters! "

"We don't want the imperial court, we want to become the masters of the times ourselves, and the people of the whole Daming unite together!"

He looked at the determined eyes of those people, which were unwilling to them, and... The power of faith.

He knew that from today onwards, they might no longer be able to stop Li Zicheng and the others.

Lu Xiangsheng sighed helplessly, looking at the bright flames that gradually spread in the majestic and vast golden list in the sky, and muttered.

"If the organization is really completely right..."

Actually, it's good.

In his heart, the last words sounded.

Yes, he wanted the people to be, even if he was now an official of the imperial court.

On the gold list, the new inventory text unfolds.

[In May of this year, a total of . Sanxi began to guide the CPC. The proletarian faction embarked on a new path of development, that is, the land strategy, so the CPC. The proletarian faction began to set their sights on the peasants, but two opinions arose within the organization.

June in Zhizhou has begun to heat up.

International portfolios give guidance to the total. The proletarians, as organizations of the working class, want to unite workers and peasants, and to achieve this goal, they must achieve peasant autonomy and equal distribution of land.

He also gave guidelines to Mr. Sun's organizations on the condition that they unconditionally support workers' activities and attract democratic forces against the warlords.

So the CPC . Proletarianism has once again opened up discussions on the ideological path of future development.

At the meeting, Qu Qiubai directly stated: "I think the land should be like this, this is the bottom people, nothing. What the proletaria needs. "

"She. The fundamental problem is unfair distribution. "

However, Chen Duxiu fell silent at this moment.

"Do you think it's right to die violently? And now Tsarist Russia really succeeded? "

"Is this radical idea right? Democrats may not be unable to embark on a path suitable for China. "

He knew that if China, which was already a warlord war, set off another class dispute over land, the impact might make China even worse.

Qu Qiubai shook his head: "Relying on ideals alone, without land, you can't step on the common state. The road of proletarianism! "

The debate at the meeting was mixed.

The meeting culminated in the determination of the total . Members of the proletarian faction can join Mr. Sun's organization in their personal capacity, establish a life-threatening front, and practice cooperation.

Li Dazhao, who was attending the meeting, listened silently, and his gaze fell on Chen Duxiu.

These Sun-style thinkers have not yet realized that workers have armed forces.

Mr. Sun's organization is not thinking about the path of the property class.

Common. Proletarianism and the Sun faction are not destined to be the same road.

They are too idealistic and do not follow the most basic facts, these workers, these peasants, are the real people.

Interest groups formed by bureaucrats and families are not called democracy.

But he didn't speak, he would prove it experimentally.

On the gold list, the picture turns.

Shanghai, on the street.

A newsboy carries a small bag and keeps running, waving the newspaper in his hand.

"Sell newspapers, sell newspapers! Common. Sanxi Guidelines, Mr. Sun and Gong. For the first time, the proletarians are ready to cooperate, expel the warlords, and unite with the outside world! "

For a while, many students and businessmen immediately stepped forward, and the newspapers and periodicals quickly sold out.

On the other side, Fudan Public School.

Several students were also watching, silently thinking, and then excited.

"Clear the warlords and unite with the outside world?"

"We in China have finally been saved!"

Standing on the street, listening to propaganda and cooperation, the front is unanimous.

A veteran with a missing hand looked at this scene and nodded complexly.

"It's finally about to begin, let's finish the establishment of the Death Front, and end the warlord division as soon as possible."

"I can't go home for a long time."

And at the same time.

Several large merchants from flour mills and cotton spinning mills looked at this scene and frowned.

"That's not right."

"It is impossible for a country to have two voices, one representing assets and one representing none. Yes, there will be problems! "

Northern wei dynasty.

Emperor Xiaowen Tuoba Hong had just resigned from Empress Dowager Feng's Yonggu Mausoleum.

He took the civil and military officials and went out of the city to the south, and at this moment, his eyes fell on the golden list, and Emperor Xiaowen's voice was calm.

"If something goes wrong, something goes wrong."

"Hurry up and kill."

"Now that you are about to face foreign invasion, how can you create a so-called great country?"

On the gold list, the inventory continues.

[In June of this year, the steamer Dong Win Wulin Maru arrived at Jinsha Wharf with Dong Win cargo, and the China Diplomatic Support Association conducted a routine investigation, but was beaten in shame, and Dong Win took this opportunity to start probing]

The east won from the northeast, and after Qingdao spied many times, he finally had to start.

At this moment, after being beaten by Dongying soldiers, thousands of Chinese people who were angrily confronting had gathered on half of the side.

However, these Dongying soldiers actually went ashore with guns, stood on the land of China in a frenzy, and pulled the trigger!

On the afternoon of this day, more than 20,000 people carrying the bodies of two compatriots began to gather angrily and held a denunciation meeting.

"Severely punish the murderer and remove the consul of Dongying!" (Wang Hao)

"Retreat all the troops stationed in Xiang, and take back the dock!"

Even though the local consul of Dongying publicly apologized, he shot and killed Chinese people on Chinese soil.

They can still walk on the territory of China with swagger, which is undoubtedly a shame!

Daqing.

Kangxi never believed that they could create a great country, and even the Great Qing could not resist, why should these Han people!

Looking at this scene, there was only a sneer under his eyes.

"Sure enough, what about overthrowing the Great Qing?"

"Are you so weak that you can only rely on your voice to defend yourself?"

"Overseas foreign countries began to encroach."

The gold list inventory continues.

[The East Win incident made a lot of noise, total. The industrial organization criticized it, and some people began to write letters angrily denouncing it, and it was Dun's name who used to study abroad.

On this day, in the coal mining area, the summer night was sweltering, and the sky was gloomy and almost depressing.

Dunn's hand holding the pen trembled with anger, criticizing the compromise of the local authorities.

He also remembered the bread distribution system in Tsarist Russia, that soldier was the most, the worker second, the clerk third, the total . The program with the fewest members of the protarist faction.

He said angrily: "Dong Ying Wolf Zi's ambition, plotting against the grain for many years, the Ming and Qing Dynasties have invaded many times, and now I am afraid that it will begin." "

But he's also worried.

Nowadays a total . The proletarian school has just begun to develop.

He looked at the pitch black outside the door, ready to continue the propaganda man.

"Yes, as a counselor, you have to do things."

[Last year, according to the total . In the process of the development of property, it was decided to strengthen workers' activities, and Dunn stayed in the coal mine to personally investigate and understand the situation of workers, and at the same time actively publicized the current form of workers' activities to the workers.

[Under his leadership, the workers of the mining area soon organized the labor union in the mining area and established the first communist party in the Zibo mining area. At the end of last year, he went to Qingdao to create an organization again, and in January this year, he took elementary school teachers as a profession and secretly publicized and developed the organization.

[In September of the same year, he began to promote Marx's ideas to seven or eight progressive students at the home of the head of the Kiyoshima Engineering Institute.

There are countless such people, such as scattered tinder, which are now lit.