Dynasties watched the founding of the modern nation, and the emperors were shocked

Chapter 128

Now, the Ming Dynasty.

Zhang's tax reform failed.

Today's court is corrupt, and he has more than enough strength to do so.

But looking at the images and words that now imprinted the heavens, he was silent.

Because he saw a group of descendants supporting the backbone of the Central Plains, one in the south and one in the north, conspiring together.

"The country has fallen to the point where there is no way to retreat! They have left everything behind!" Zhang

Juzheng, who was old and old, suddenly burst out with a light in his eyes at this moment.

There are only two left in my mind: reform!

Just like the version of the text imprinted in the canopy before.

"What about weathering, keep piercing the darkness!" his

chest was lit like a flame.

At this moment, he grew old and slowly got up, wanting to carry out the unfinished reform to the end.

Even if it is smeared, even if it will damage the interests of some eunuchs.

Even, it may be opened by the Wanli Emperor to open the coffin and whip the corpse.

He...... There is nothing to be afraid of!

Wang Anshi looked at Zhang Juzheng like this, and his eyes became very complicated.

He also looked at the canopy, throughout the ages, a person who has been a moth to a fire for the sake of morality and ideals in his heart.

Tan Sitong, Chen Tianhua, Sun Gong, Chen Zhongfu, Li Shouchang...

Although these people are their own descendants, they can also sing and be honored.

At this moment, Wang Anshi couldn't help laughing, but there was a little bitterness in his smile.

"It turns out that the younger generations can also influence the predecessors and shock the predecessors.

"The future of a great power is promising!"

In the canopy, the majestic text inventory.

[At the end of March of this year, the Marxist-Leninist Theory Research Society was formally established. The

screen appears.

After the first few people were running in the positive direction, distributing leaflets, and posting notices, more and more people joined the research group.

Looking at the immature but resolute faces in front of him, a smile finally appeared on Li Shouchang's tired face.

They are like the flowers of the future of the nation, full of vigor and hope.

He raised his arms and shouted.

"Students, the existence of the proletariat at all times, this is not an illusory thing! It is to unite all the proletariat, first to emancipate themselves

, and then to emancipate others! Finally, to emancipate the whole nation!" "The road we adhere to is based on the proletariat, the people and the workers are the mainstream, and the nation needs an official who can make its own decisions!"

The road was dark, but there was a beam of light on his face.

One by one, on the faces of each member of the research society, all things were born and thriving.

Deng Zhongxia, Gao Junyu, Luo Zhanglong, and other members, such thoughts will affect their lives, and the glory will be engraved in their hearts!

The emperors of various dynasties just watched and watched this scholar use his rough voice to spread Marxist-Leninist ideas like a thunderstorm in Kyushu.

Now, he's the alarm clock.

But if necessary, he will turn into a bomb.

The emergence of a great organization will inevitably be accompanied by the triple rise of ideology, humanity and armament.

The most important of these is people.

And after last year's thunderstorm, there was no shortage of 'people'.

To be a capital 'person', turn over and be the master.

This is the situation in the north, but what about the south?

Soon, in the canopy, words appeared.

[In March, when the workers of the Eastern Railway went on strike, Chen Zhongfu began to turn his attention to the workers to understand the situation of the strike, and to promote Marxism-Leninism. The

screen expands.

The Spring Festival has just passed, but it is still cold in Shanghai in March.

Chen Zhongfu, wrapped in thick clothes, stood at the door of a factory, looking at the situation inside with deep eyes.

Most of them were dressed thinly, and when the wind blew, their bodies felt as if they had been cut by a bone scraper, and the pain was terrible.

The dark and emaciated hands were covered with black calluses.

The faces of the workers were all covered with anger.

They are owed wages.

Chen Zhongfu watched silently.

The workers worked hard and looked forward to this wage.

Some people use this money to satisfy their hunger, some people use this money to heal diseases, and some people use this money to buy themselves a coffin and send them to their deaths...

Now, it's all empty talk.

This is where the workers are now.

The sound of the wind and roars kept intertwining, and Chen Zhongfu's chest sank violently.

There was already movement on the north side, and the captain had organized students to initiate a Marxist-Leninist theory research society, and he could not be left behind in the south.

So he strode into the factory, with determination in his eyes.

He wants to gather all these workers and never be bullied again!

"Is there any reason for arrears of wages?"

As he approached, he heard the workers crying.

"Reasonable. Someone

replied.

The crying stopped all at once.

All the workers looked at each other, turned their heads in unison, and looked in the direction of the door.

There, standing a man in a thick robe with a vicissitudes of life.

"Reason is not a heavenly principle, but an axiom. It is up to our own hands to fight for justice!"

he continued, his voice soft, but thunderous to the ears of the workers.

"Great countries and nations, in fact, are imprinted in many places, schools, chambers of commerce, streets... And, workers.

"If the country is weak, the nation is light, and we will all be bullied, and in fact, the warlords and officials are losing the most important thing to them - the workers!"

Once again, the workers froze, unable to believe their eyes.

The gentleman in front of him, said that the workers, that is, they...

Looking at the dazed eyes of the workers in front of him, but soon turned to anger, he knew that this was the most difficult first step, stepping out!!

Right now.

Daqin.

Ying Zheng hadn't spoken for a long time, but now, his voice was a little choked.

"Is there a person on the north and south sides... When the time is ripe for the north and south, we will respond to all calls and establish this great organization..."

"Not a bad idea, but haven't you thought about failure?"

But in his cognition, this is simply an unattainable mirage.

It's like pursuing an elixir...

Penglai Sendai is just a mirror, and the north and the south are in the sky, so why not?

But soon, this ancestral dragon laughed silently again.

"But maybe it will work, or maybe not?"

"After all, the country has done so many miracles along the way..."

At this time, in the canopy, new words appeared.

[This year, during the expulsion movement in Beijing, Xiangnan's youth thinking changed. The

screen appears.

Several times the evidence of Zhang Zheng was submitted to the official, but it was all lost, and the young man finally couldn't hold his breath.

He came to Peking University, where he used to work as a librarian.