Dimensional Bookstore

The days went on in an orderly manner.

Everything in Yousu City was thriving, but on the contrary, the internal strife of the demon clan was getting worse.

On the third day after Shang Yang and Chi Tie broke out in a fight, a white-robed man who called himself Bai Ze came to Le Jing. The moment he saw Le Jing, he laughed and said repeatedly: "So that's it, so that's it." Then he expressed his willingness to assist Le Jing.

"Because this is God's will." He answered Le Jing's question like this.

With Bai Ze's help, Le Jing was simply more powerful.

In the 123rd year of the Demon Emperor, Fei Lian plotted rebellion and was executed by Emperor Jun.

In April of the same year, the demon commander Qin Yuan and the demon commander Ying Zhao died together.

In the 125th year of the Demon Emperor, Shang Yang and Chi Tie both disappeared in a private fight.

The demon clan was seriously injured, and the human side completely gained the upper hand.

So in September of that year, led by the Yousu tribe, the human race formed a huge army to fight against the demons and marched north.

The demons had lost their morale and were defeated.

Three days later, ten suns appeared in the sky.

A god descended to the world and gave a divine bow. There was a sharpshooter, Yousu Xiong, who shot down nine suns with this bow.

The demon emperor was furious and sent down a heavenly punishment, but was stopped by the immortal.

There was a human named Le Jing, who was a wise man of the Yousu tribe. He had a secret talk with the demon emperor for three days.

Three days later, the demon emperor took the initiative to admit defeat. The human race won!

History records: the human race prospered.

Three years later, the Yousu tribe unified the world and was called the Yousu Kingdom.

There is a myth in the country that has been passed down to later generations.

It says that there was a son named Jing, a man from outer space, who came for the revival of the human race. The son descended to the Yousu tribe, passed on knowledge, built a country, defeated the demons, and unified the world. After the task was accomplished, he left gracefully without leaving a sound or a name. This is the founder of the Su country, who will be worshipped by future generations for thousands of years.

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For Le Jing, the days in the A16 plane were really a fantastic and colorful journey. Although it was interesting, it was also very tiring.

So Le Jing decided to rest on Earth for a few days. The high-level planes were too strenuous for him who had no military power, and he didn't want to rely on Keynes for everything like in the prehistoric plane.

Although Keynes didn't mind, his apology was a bit inexplicable. But Le Jing would never lose his sense of proportion because of Keynes's indifference.

So he decided that he would not set foot on the planes above the A level again before he gained his own power.

The so-called coexistence of risks and opportunities is not without reason. In the A16 plane these years, Le Jing really gained a lot of cultivation techniques.

If he followed his previous ideas, he would definitely spread them in the world, like magic, to introduce a new power system to the earth.

But after the experience of these planes, he also grew up.

In the past, he was like a madman who suddenly gained power. Because he was too ecstatic about the sudden power, he let his mind control his reason, misjudged his strength, and became arrogant.

He spread the magic book in the world regardless of anything. Although he chose people with pure soul light, even he couldn't help but become arrogant after gaining power. Can those people keep their original intentions as always?

The black cat clone who stayed on the earth gave him the answer: No.

First, Sun Ming, who obtained the "Book of Fairies". After gaining power, he embarked on the road of punishing evil and promoting good, robbing the rich and helping the poor.

There is a saying that goes, "If God wants to destroy a person, he must make him crazy." Sun Ming is crazy now.

He thought he would become the law walking in the world. He immersed himself in power and became arrogant.

And the holders of other magic books have more or less stepped out of the bottom line set by the law.

The only one who surprised Le Jing was Su Ran. He obviously holds the black magic book "Bloody Sacrifice", but he sticks to his heart and only uses this book to do good things. This is in sharp contrast with Sun Ming who holds the "Book of Fairies".

It can be seen that magic is innocent, and the guilty are those who use magic to do bad things.

Le Jing always believes that knowledge is a wealth shared by all mankind. The knowledge he brought back from other worlds is the key for humans to explore other planes. It is a channel for humans to further deconstruct the unknown.

So he will not give up because of choking.

He will not think that magic is bad just because a few people have done wrong things.

Magic is of course good. Magic can make up for the shortcomings of current technology, and he also looks forward to what kind of civilization can be born by combining magic and technology.

Maybe the magic technology imagined in the novel can really become a reality. He looks forward to such a future.

So he took back the magic books from everyone, including Su Ran, erased Sun Ming's memory of Le Jing, and sent them to the National Academy of Sciences.

Let those scientists study these books.

As for the cultivation method he brought back from the prehistoric world... Le Jing couldn't help but smile bitterly.

If this world is a fantasy novel with him as the protagonist, then he must be the so-called useless protagonist.

He has been practicing in the prehistoric world with abundant spiritual energy for several years, but now he has just started to practice Qi, not even to build a foundation.

Compared with before, he is now just lighter and healthier, and can cast a few small spells, but it is only at the level of clear water like a spring in Harry Potter.

He thought that in ancient times, street magicians knew more than him. But he was not discouraged. This incident made him realize his limitations. He was just an ordinary person with ordinary qualifications. He warned himself in his heart that he must not be arrogant and lose his sense of proportion.

So he sorted out the cultivation techniques and quietly placed them at the entrance of Jinyang Temple, the largest Taoist temple in Qingshui City. It would be a waste to keep these books in his hands, so he gave them to professionals to interpret.

Maybe one day someone will be able to ascend to heaven.

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Qiao Shiping walked out of the park with a Tai Chi sword in his hand and a figure-shaped step. To those who didn't know, he was just an ordinary old man who was doing exercises. But such an old man was the president of the entire Huaxia Academy of Sciences and a well-known figure in the scientific community.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the sweat off his head, and walked directly into the gate of the Academy in his training clothes. Many people greeted him along the way, and he smiled and responded.

After entering the office, he immediately spotted a black plastic bag on his desk.

There was nothing on the desk before he left. Who put it there?

He opened the plastic bag and found a pile of books inside.

The top one was a green book, which really felt like leaves. The other books also have their own characteristics. They don't look like books, but like handicrafts.

He was completely interested. Who gave him this as a gift?

He flipped over the green book casually. The words inside were twisted and strange, but he could understand them strangely.

He was wondering if this was a variant of English, when he saw the book suddenly burst out with a dazzling golden light, and a little man with wings jumped out of the book and almost hit his nose: "I'm finally out! I'm free!"

Qiao Shiping stared at the little man, his eyes almost popped out, he covered his chest, and for the first time he felt that he had a heart disease.

Oh my god!

I am a serious scientist who believes in materialism!

... Do I have paranoia?

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Jinyang Temple.

The master of the temple, Ling Yunzi, sat at the top with a solemn expression, and the three disciples below were also very serious.

"What do you think? Tell me."

Everyone looked at each other for a long time, and then looked at Ling Yunzi at the same time, saying in unison: "That technique is real!"

Ling Yunzi's facial muscles trembled, and a look of crying and laughing appeared on his always old-fashioned and serious face, which successfully scared everyone present.

After hesitating for a long time whether the master was epileptic or insane, the eldest disciple Xuanxu asked cautiously: "Master, are you okay?"

Ling Yunzi also realized his loss of composure. He took a deep breath, tried to suppress the corners of his mouth that were shaking up and down, and barely recovered his usual maturity and steadiness.

"Xuanxu." Ling Yunzi looked at his most respected disciple, "Have you gained anything from studying those books recently?"

"Master." Xuanxu's cold face showed a hint of joy and pride, "My daughter can talk now!"

Ling Yunzi: "... When did you raise a daughter?"

"It's the orange cat Miaomiao that I raised." Xuanxu's pure face couldn't help but reveal a silly father's perverted smile, "She calls me daddy!"

Ling Yunzi:...

He cast his expectant eyes on the second disciple: "Xuanhuan. What do you have? What did you gain? "

"Master." Xuanhuan looked dazed, his expression switching back and forth between confusion and ecstasy, "The willow tree in front of my door from the Ming Dynasty has become a spirit! She said that I enlightened her and she wanted to marry me!"

Ling Yunzi was silent for a while, and asked in a tangled way: "You know that we Quanzhen Taoists cannot get married, right?"

"But the girl is so affectionate..." Xuanhuan said halfway, and saw the unfriendly look of his master, and suddenly got smart, reacted, and said decisively: "I must cut it off!"

Ling Yunzi nodded with satisfaction. Since two disciples were unreliable, he couldn't help but put all his hopes on the young disciple Xuanqing.

"Xuanqing." Ling Yunzi's kind expression almost scared his third disciple to tears, "What did you gain?"

"Master, Master." Xuanqing said tremblingly: "I... I have a tail!" After speaking, a furry fox tail popped out from behind his buttocks.

Xuanqing, who is ten years old this year, had red eyes and tears immediately fell: "Master, Master." He hiccuped and cried as if his parents had died, "Do we have money for plastic surgery in Beijing?"

Ling Yunzi: ? ? ?

The author has something to say:

(I'm sorry, my Honghuang copy is too ugly, and it was finished too hastily. I'm really sorry for everyone. So I posted the first chapter of the Republic of China with 4,000 words in the comments, and I won't charge you a penny. Thank you for your support. Bow.)

1938, January, Malaysia.

Lin Qiaosheng walked excitedly towards the post office.

Today is the day for him to get paid, and he will send it to his wife and children at home.

He went abroad alone to work hard, and his wife raised three children in his hometown. It was not easy. But now it's good. The boss saw that he was down-to-earth and capable, so he raised his salary. It was five yuan more per month, and he could send more to his family.

He walked onto the street and was met with an excited parade. The parade was full of young boys and girls with fresh faces. They carried slogans and flags and shouted heartbreakingly: "Down with Japanese imperialism!"

"Boycott Japanese goods!"

"Those who have money can contribute money, and those who have strength can contribute strength!"

"It is better to die in battle than to be a slave of a conquered country!"

"The country is lost! Compatriots, rise up!"

Since the Japanese army occupied the Northeast seven years ago, the sporadic anti-Japanese demonstrations in Nanyang have begun to grow and become more frequent. Overseas Chinese in Malaysia have formed large and small teams and took to the streets to hold demonstrations.

In addition, some patriotic overseas Chinese actively donated money and materials to China, and many returned to China to start businesses. Mr. Hu Wenhu, the famous Tiger Balm King, donated 3.5 million yuan to China for schooling. Lin Qiaosheng has a family with old and young people, and his livelihood is difficult. He is really powerless. He can only boycott Japanese goods and eat less at each meal. The few dollars saved are also donated to the anti-Japanese war in China.

Some overseas Chinese who could not return home launched the "Save the Country Movement" in Malaysia. Lin Qiaosheng heard from the person in charge that the content of this movement was: "It is forbidden to buy and sell Japanese goods, do not sell goods to the Japanese, and do not work for the Japanese." In response to the movement, he heard that a Singaporean established the Malay Anti-Enemy and National Salvation Group②, which had an inspection brigade to inspect overseas Chinese goods, monitor customs goods, and strictly boycott Japanese goods. I heard that there are such organizations in Myanmar, Singapore and other Southeast Asian countries. Last month, more than 2,000 workers in Japanese steel mills went on strike! Fortunately, his boss is Chinese, otherwise he might have to go on strike too.

The parade team was getting closer and closer to him, and the sound was getting louder and louder. Then he heard a clear female voice screaming: "When the country is in crisis, every man has a responsibility. We sincerely invite all aspiring young people to return to the country to join the war!"

Return to the country to join the war...

Lin Qiaosheng's thoughts drifted away.

During the Battle of Shanghai, one of his fellow countrymen in Singapore, along with a dozen other overseas Chinese, formed the Singapore Overseas Chinese Suicide Squad and returned to China to join the war. ③

He...is gone.

There were a total of sixteen people, and only one survived.

They were all good young men, young, and some had not yet married. They were loyal to their country, but their parents were left without anyone to serve them.

He shook his head, retracted his thoughts, and stepped aside to make way for the parade.

"The Japanese army has started a massacre in Nanjing!" A shocking sentence came from the team, loud and clear, like a taut string, stabbing straight to the sky, "They are slaughtering the city! They are beasts! Beasts!"

"What?"

"Is this true?"

"With so many defenders in Nanjing, how could they be defeated!"

"Are you framing us?"

I don't know how many overseas Chinese stopped and asked the team anxiously.

Lin Qiaosheng also froze, staring at the parade.

Nanjing! It's the capital!

The Northeast is gone. Tianjin is gone. Beiping is gone. Baoding and Shijiazhuang in Hebei are gone. Datong and Taiyuan in Shanxi are gone. Shanghai is gone. Hangzhou and Wuxi in Jiangsu are gone.

Now, Nanjing is gone too?

A female student with disheveled hair ran out of the parade, her eyes red, her expression blank, and her voice hoarse: "My whole family is in Nanjing. They are all gone."

"All gone."

"The country is gone, please return to the country to join the war."

The girl knelt down and kowtowed to everyone: "The country is gone, please return to the country to join the war!"

"The country is gone, please return to the country to join the war!!!"

Lin Qiaosheng didn't know how he got to the post office.

He held the letter from home, but the girl's shrill cry kept echoing in his ears: "The country is lost, please return to the country to join the war!"

He took out this month's salary from his pocket, a total of 50 yuan. He originally planned to send 35 yuan to his family and keep 15 yuan for himself.

He hesitated for a moment, stuffed 25 yuan into the envelope, kept 10 yuan for himself, and prepared to donate the remaining 15 yuan to the local anti-Japanese fundraising organization. He borrowed a pen from the post office staff and explained the reason to his wife in the letter. Finally, he took the pen and wrote a line on the letter paper: 'The country is in crisis, I hope my son will study hard and serve the motherland, remember it! 'The pen tip was sharp and almost cut through the back of the paper.

'The country is lost, please return to the country to join the war! '

Lin Qiaosheng closed his eyes and thought of his fellow countryman who died in the war.

He opened his eyes, tremblingly handed the letter to the postman, lowered his head as if possessed by a ghost, and left the post office in a hurry. He didn't muster up the courage to raise his head until he stuffed the money into the fundraising box.

Today, the boss had something to do, so he gave him, the accountant, a half-day off. He walked aimlessly on the street, and from a distance he saw a parade coming towards him. He lowered his head and entered a roadside store in panic.

After entering, he found that it was a bookstore. The owner of the store was wearing a gray gown and looked like a well-read scholar.

Seeing him coming, the owner immediately stood up from his seat with a friendly and enthusiastic smile on his face: "Welcome, do you need anything?"

It was Chinese with a northern accent! It was an overseas Chinese!

It would be too rude to leave at this time! Because he was short of money, Lin Qiaosheng could only smile awkwardly, "Let me take a look, take a look."

"Okay, please feel free to look." The boss smiled, sat down again, turned over the book and continued to read.

The sound of the parade team had faintly come from outside the store. He panicked and hurriedly went to the bookshelf, almost bumping into a foreigner with a high nose and deep eyes who was sorting books in front of the bookcase.

The foreigner glanced at him, and the pair of dark green weird eyes made Lin Qiaosheng creepy. He bowed and apologized repeatedly, and reflexively said in Chinese: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't see anyone here."

Unexpectedly, the foreigner said in Chinese with a strange accent: "It's okay." Then he walked straight to the counter with the book in his arms, bent down and whispered something to the boss.

Lin Qiaosheng wiped the sweat off his face. Fortunately, the foreigner had a good temper, otherwise he would have to be beaten. Whether in Malaysia or in China, those foreigners are veritable "foreign adults".

He took a few seconds to calm down, and then he had the mind to look at the books on the bookshelf. This look scared him.

He was born in a scholarly family and studied in a private school for a few years when he was young. Later, the situation was tense and his family fell into decline. In order to make a living, he came to Nanyang with his elders in his hometown. Because he went to school for a few years and could write and count, he became the accountant of a local wealthy businessman. Some of his uncles and brothers had no education and could only work as laborers at the docks. So he saw at a glance that something was wrong with the books here.

This colorful cover, this strange name, this unheard-of typesetting!

He picked up a book at random, and was stunned by the smooth and delicate touch, the snow-white pages and the clear and neat lead type. He has been to bookstores in China and the largest bookstore in Malaysia, but no bookstore has such good quality books!

His eyes scanned the text, and when the word Ah Q popped out of his eyes, he suddenly realized that this was "The True Story of Ah Q" written by Mr. Lu Xun. He also has a copy at home. But unlike this one, it is a rough-edged book without cutting.

The so-called rough-edged book is a printed book that is not cut after binding, "three sides are left as they are, without cutting", and the pages are connected. When reading the book, you need to use a paper cutter to cut it apart. In addition, leave more blank space on the "top", "bottom" and surrounding of the book. ④

This is a habit that has been passed down from Europe and was learned by the Japanese. When Mr. Lu Xun was studying in Japan, he thought this was a good idea, which would allow people to read quietly, so all of Mr. Lu Xun's books were printed with rough edges.

It was the first time he saw Mr. Lu Xun's books cut. He frowned and couldn't help feeling a little unhappy. Although Mr. Lu Xun had passed away more than a year ago, the publishing house had violated Mr. Lu Xun's wishes in order to make a profit and published the cut books. Although it was convenient to read, it lost the fun of cutting books and reading quietly.

He carefully put "The True Story of Ah Q" into the bookcase and decided to spend a few more minutes here before leaving.

However, there were really many books in this store, and so many strange titles made him dizzy. Some books were wrapped in a strange transparent film. He touched it carefully and felt smooth, a bit like a plastic bag.

At this time, the name of a book suddenly jumped into his eyes-"The Legend of Wukong".

Speaking of the name Wukong, Lin Qiaosheng could only think of the legendary Monkey King Sun Wukong. As the famous Monkey King in mythology, Lin Qiaosheng grew up listening to his stories when he was a child.

Who wrote a biography of Sun Wukong?

He pulled it out curiously and was surprised to find that the book was not wrapped in that transparent film.

‘I want to hear the sky crying, I want to hear the gods begging.

I know that the sky will be angry, but do you know that the sky will also tremble?

When the sky shook, I laughed out loud,

I swung the Ruyi Jingu Bang and beat it upside down.

From now on, ten thousand years later,

you will all remember my name,

Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven. ’

These words fell into Lin Qiaosheng’s heart like a thunderbolt, and he felt a tingling sensation all over his body like an electric shock.

What an arrogant and audacious statement!

For the Chinese people who have always been modest and moderate, this is no less arrogant than challenging the bottom line!

Lin Qiaosheng’s hands trembled, and for some reason, he still read on.

Then page after page.

This is a popular vernacular novel recently, full of laughter, anger and scolding, like a storyteller on the street, but it contains many truths that cannot be described by concise and concise ancient texts.

A story that originated from "Journey to the West", but is separated from "Journey to the West".

So unorthodox, but so... exciting.

"Do you like this book?"

Lin Qiaosheng raised his head in surprise and found that the boss had stood beside him at some point, looking at him with a smile.

He closed the book awkwardly, nodded embarrassedly, and asked nervously: "How much is this book...?"

He stared at the boss nervously, and his palms were sweating. If he skipped dinner in the future, he should be able to squeeze out 1.5 yuan.

"Two yuan." said the boss.

Lin Qiaosheng's heart suddenly sank. He rubbed the book cover reluctantly, blushed, and stammered: "Can, can it be cheaper?"

The boss glanced at him, his eyes calm, without any contempt or impatience, he asked calmly: "How much money do you have?"

"I only have one dollar and fifty cents at most." Lin Qiaosheng's voice was so low that he couldn't hear it clearly.

"One dollar." The boss said, "I'll sell it to you for one dollar."

Lin Qiaosheng raised his head in surprise and looked at the boss gratefully: "Thank you, thank you."

"Don't thank me, if you want to thank someone, thank Mr. Lu Xun." The boss's eyes fell on the "The True Story of Ah Q" that Lin Qiaosheng put in the bookcase, "Do you like Mr. Lu Xun's books too?"

Although he was a little confused about the first half of the boss's words, Lin Qiaosheng still nodded heavily and said: "I have read most of Mr. Lu Xun's books! Mr. Lu Xun is our eternal mentor!"

"Do you know why I sold this book to you for one dollar?" The boss suddenly asked.

Lin Qiaosheng blushed. Why else? Wasn't it because he had no money that the boss was kind?

The boss glanced at him, as if he had understood his thoughts, and revealed the answer to the mystery with a mysterious smile on his face: "Have you seen "One Side"⑤?"

Lin Qiaosheng was stunned for a moment, and something flashed through his mind like a flash of lightning: "Is it - is it the "One Side" of Mr. Ale mourning Mr. Lu Xun?"

"That's right." The boss nodded and said with a smile, "At that time, Mr. Lu Xun sold the author two books for only one yuan. So -" He took out a book from the bookcase and handed it to Lin Qiaosheng, "Including this book, I'll charge you a total of one dollar."

Lin Qiaosheng looked down and saw the big words on the cover of the book - "How Steel is Tempered".

[The real Zuohua has something to say:

①②③ are all historical events. As for Lin Qiaosheng being my original character, I deliberately blurred his life background. He was the epitome of some patriotic overseas Chinese at that time. In order to avoid domestic characters and history, this story uses the history of the overseas Chinese's resistance to Japan during the Republic of China to tell the story of the resistance against Japan at that time.

④The introduction to rough-edged books comes from Baidu Encyclopedia. The so-called rough-edged books, a popular introduction means that only the lower pages are cut, and the upper and right pages are not cut. They need to be cut with a special paper knife. This was the case in the Republic of China. The only form of books that literati only have is still popular in niche circles even in contemporary times.

⑤ "One Side" is a Chinese text for sixth grade primary school. Everyone should still have an impression of it, right? A cash-strapped worker bought books at Neishan Bookstore. Because he could not afford the book fee, Lu Xun only charged him the cost of one book for two books. I didn't understand its meaning when I was a child, but now I realize that the short text itself was written by the author in memory of Mr. Lu Xun. Lu Xun was already dead at that time. After understanding what kind of person Lu Xun was without the textbook, I finally began to feel really sad. The name of this copy "I recommend Xuanyuan with my blood" is a line from Mr. Wang's poem.

Digression: The aid provided by overseas Chinese in China's anti-Japanese war was huge. After the September 18th Incident, overseas Chinese in Singapore, Malaysia, Indonesia and other countries took various forms to donate to the motherland. Among them, overseas Chinese in Indonesia donated 600,000 yuan in national currency, 60,000 yuan in silver coins, and 210,000 rupees in Dutch currency and remitted them back to the motherland. During the "January 28" Incident, overseas Chinese accounted for three-quarters of the 10.68 million yuan in donations received by the 19th Route Army. An Indonesian organization called the Semarang Overseas Chinese National Salvation Support Association remitted more than 57,000 taels of silver dollars. , more than 70,000 yuan in national currency. After the all-out Anti-Japanese War began, the overseas Chinese in Nanyang established the Nanyang Overseas Chinese Relief Association for Refugees from the Motherland. They jointly elected Tan Kah Kee as the chairman and unified the leadership of the Nanyang countries in donating money and materials to the motherland. According to incomplete statistics, overseas Chinese from various parts of Southeast Asia remit domestically an average of 25 million yuan per month. Before the outbreak of the Pacific War, the Nanyang Overseas Chinese Association for Relief of Refugees from the Motherland alone had donated about 400 million yuan to the National Government, equivalent to one-third of the anti-war funds at that time.

The second is to subscribe for treasury bonds. During the Anti-Japanese War, the Nationalist Government issued multiple tranches of treasury bonds, of which the first tranche of national salvation bonds amounted to 500 million yuan. More than half of the buyers are overseas Chinese. Among them, Myanmar has set up a 150-member Burmese Overseas Chinese Public Bond Promotion Committee, and some overseas Chinese businessmen have sold off their club properties such as Yangon Anxi Guild Hall and Nam An Gong to purchase national salvation bonds. After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, many of these national debts were not redeemed. According to statistics from some scholars, overseas Chinese purchased 1.1 billion yuan in treasury bonds from 1937 to 1939, accounting for more than one-third of the total number of treasury bonds issued during this period.

The third is remittances. Overseas remittances are alimony that overseas Chinese remit to their relatives in China to support their daily lives. The amount of overseas remittances turned into a watershed with the Marco Polo Bridge Incident in 1937. Before, the average annual remittance amount was about 300 million yuan. After that, the amount of overseas remittances increased sharply, reaching 600 million yuan in 1938, about 1.2 billion yuan in 1939, 1.5 billion yuan in 1940, and about 20 million yuan in 1941. billion. Considering the exchange rate relationship between the legal currency issued by the Chinese government and the currencies of other countries at that time, these remittances played a greater role than their actual value. The remittance income during the entire Anti-Japanese War not only made up for China's trade deficit, but was also used as a fund for issuing banknotes, which played a role in stabilizing the wartime economy. In early January 1941, Kong Xiangxi said in the article "my country's Finance in the Thirty Years": "It has been three and a half years since the war of resistance in my country, and the fiscal and financial foundation is still extremely solid." He believes that one of the reasons is that "overseas Chinese have a large amount of remittances. Go back home and enrich your foreign exchange.”

The fourth is material assistance. In addition to financial support, overseas Chinese in Nanyang also donated urgently needed wartime materials including medicines, vehicles, clothing, aircraft, firearms, etc. to the country. According to historical records, in the early days of the Anti-Japanese War, the daily input of arms remained at about 300 tons, which greatly Alleviating the urgent need for supplies in the mainland. Take medicines as an example. During the Anti-Japanese War, the country was in urgent need of cinchona cream (quinine pills), which was produced in Java. The Nanjing Overseas Chinese Association mobilized overseas Chinese in Indonesia to purchase and donate 50 million pills at a time. Taking cars as an example, many trucks and ambulances on the domestic roads at that time were donated by overseas Chinese. Many vehicles were printed with the words "XX Overseas Chinese Number" and "X Place Donated by Overseas Chinese". According to statistics, from the second half of 1937 to the beginning of 1940, the total number of various items donated by overseas Chinese was more than 3,000 batches.

The fifth is to invest in industry. During the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, some patriotic overseas Chinese returned to China to invest, develop resources in the southwest and northwest, and produce minerals, medicines, sugar and other urgently needed materials during the war, which became an important pillar of China's wartime industrial production. For example, Chen Jiageng and others raised more than 500,000 yuan to establish the Chongqing Pharmaceutical Factory, which produced more than 90 kinds of medicines. Wang Zhenxiang, a Fujian overseas Chinese in Malaysia, invested 700,000 yuan and established a rubber tire replication factory in the southwest in a joint venture with a domestic company. Soon, more than 10,000 old tires were repaired, saving more than 20 million yuan in foreign exchange for the motherland.

In addition to economic and material support, thousands of overseas Chinese in Southeast Asia successively formed overseas Chinese service groups on the front line and behind enemy lines, overseas Chinese rescue teams to rescue and transport wounded soldiers, and overseas Chinese mechanics who rushed to transport strategic materials on the Yunnan-Myanmar Highway. They contributed to the motherland's war of resistance on various fronts, and some even sacrificed their lives.

So the song "Chinese Heart" in the Spring Festival Gala that year resonated so much at home and abroad.

Although I wear a Western dress, my heart is still a Chinese heart. This sentence is the whole central idea of ​​this copy. 】

【You should have seen the transformation of Le Jing in this chapter. Le Jing's transformation is also my transformation. I was too arrogant. I thought I could write a protagonist who changed the world, but I created an arrogant person. Thank you to all the readers who made me realize this, thank you for making me progress, I love you. 】