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

At this moment, the emperors of all dynasties were looking at the reflected pictures of the heavens.

The screen continues.

Listening to the picture of the young man, Li Shouchang was silent.

He just looked at the person in front of him in a daze, and in his warm eyes, it seemed that there was a volcano about to erupt, which could erupt with infinite power.

In fact, the intersection between the two is not deep, it is just an academic exchange.

But the simple academic exchange alone left a deep impression on this young man in his heart.

A point-to-the-point comment is like a sharp spike at a glance, piercing this era and pointing straight to the heart.

He adheres to the road of Marxism-Leninism and will continue to go deeper.

Coming back to his senses, Li Shouchang closed the book and just nodded.

"I have also heard a little about Hu Nan, the Zhang family served as the overseer of the army in southern Hunan, and he did a lot of evil, and the people's grievances were boiling, but there was

hope for the land of Hu Nan!" "I can even say that hope is in southern

Hunan!" "The problem of southern Hunan is a microcosm of the whole of China!"

Then he asked the young man: "What are you going to do?"

The latter was silent, but when he raised his head again, his eyes became more and more determined.

"Mr. Shou Chief, you have woken me up, the Shonan issue is the problem of the entire nation, and if the Shonan issue is solved, there will be real hope for this country.

"Now that the warlords in the North and the South are unreliable, only when the people of the provinces unite can they hope to establish their own government."

"We have taken another step towards the implementation of the Marxist-Leninist path. The

young man bowed deeply to Captain Li and then turned to leave.

He is going to petition and move forward against this era.

Li Shouchang looked at the young man's distant back, and finally a smile appeared on his serious face.

The road always has to be implemented, not a pipe dream.

Hu Nan is a good place to try.

If it succeeds, and after the expulsion, the workers' own government will be established, and the way will be found for future generations.

With this in mind, Captain Li returned to his room and closed the door.

He picked up his pen and began to write letters to the one in the south.

"Zhongfu, now is the real critical moment, in fact, every step we take for the nation is crucial, the choice of the labyrinth crossroads.

"But I've found a way to try this new path, what about you?"

The night was dark.

Huhai.

The workers stopped working, and it continued.

But the cement pavements in the alleys kept hearing footsteps.

A torch, lit in the darkness of the night, so piercing.

It was a scholar in a long robe, running and busy for the peasant and working class all day long.

Holding the torch aloft, after all this period of hard work, some workers had gathered behind him.

Some workers asked him: "Why do you want to help them?" Some

workers were at a loss in their eyes: "You say, we workers are the most important component, what is important?"

"If it is important, why are we still being exploited and deducting wages?"

At this time, Chen Zhongfu just smiled: "Because the current China cannot be called a 'country'."

"You must remember what I have told and heard of the "Gong Declaration", what are you? You are workers! You are the proletariat! Capital will inevitably perish, and Gong property will surely win!" The

workers behind them listened, some of their fists clenched, some of their eyes widened, no longer at a loss, only solemnity and perseverance.

Looking at this resolute face, Chen Zhongfu looked up at the darkness of the sky, and he knew that this path was bound to be correct.

The canopy, the text continues to emerge.

[The day after returning to China, Chen Renzhong came to Huhai to participate in the chief writing of the "New Editor" and began to translate the "Gong Industry Declaration". There is still a long way to go, and you have a long way to go. The

screen appears.

In the middle of the night, only one light floats.

Chen Renzhong was holding a pen alone, his eyes were focused, and he was translating the "Gong Property Declaration" in overseas languages.

Some people have devoted their lives to the pursuit of the avenue of hope, and the road of truth that has saved the people in the stormy old era, and there is a long way to go.

Mr. Zhongfu wanted him to translate the manifesto in an easy-to-understand, precise and beautiful way, and he did.

In fact, as early as his time at Waseda University, he was already exposed to Marxist-Leninist works.

Outside the firewood house is a dark night, and there is a cluster of bright lights burning on the desk, in the poor, weak, and chaotic China, how can this declaration not

be a subtle light?

With light, there will be hope.

The zongzi in front of him had been stained with ink by mistake, but Chen Renzhong did not shy away from it at all.

"This rice dumpling is sweet.

[After a conversation with Captain Li, the confusion in the young man's heart was gone, he organized a crowd, carried out a parade, and prepared for a protracted battle. The

streets of the capital are filled with the sound of parades.

The young man just stood in the corner, watching quietly, his eyes deep.

Although he knew that one or two petitions might not be of much use, it was a war that belonged to the Shonan people themselves.

No, it has to be.

The friend who came out of Hu Nan with him had a worried look in his eyes, and he asked, "Are you going to set off a storm and thunder too?"

and the young man replied, "If necessary, I will."

After a pause, he whispered silently.

"There is no savior in this world, the savior is in our hearts. If Hu Nan wants to have hope, we have to rely on ourselves.

As the words fell, the young man raised his eyes and saw an era without rules.

Warlords have already sent troops over, and the two sides have clashed.

Someone in the crowd shouted: "Shonan is going to be reversed, and it is necessary to 'drive Zhang'." "

There are people with glasses who are angry and denounce, we don't need officials!

He closed his eyes deeply and banished all these distractions.

When I opened it again, a pair of eyes had become clear.

At that moment he spoke.

"The next step after reforming the mind is to reform the system, a purge from the inside out, with the old warlords stepping down and the new populace coming to the stage. "

The first step is to bring people together and form a great organization!" someone

asked, "What kind of organization?"

he shook his head, but his eyes were still clear.

"I don't know, but, this organization will appear, soon. "

The picture changed, and the country was developed.

Cai Hesen officially went abroad, and Xiang Jingyu went together.

Riding the wind and waves, he held a book of data on the October Revolution in Tsarist Russia in his hand, but his mind was very disordered.

He felt that China should also have an organization similar to the October Revolution in Tsarist Russia.

What's the name...

In this era, it is not only two people from the north and south who realize that the nation needs an organization, but also some people who realize it.

Soon a great name will be born....