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

At this moment, the rain poured down outside the heavens, and lightning and thunder roared.

The screen went black.

However, the emperors and generals of various dynasties couldn't help but be shocked in their hearts, as if they had a premonition that the gears of fate were about to turn.

Daming.

The elderly Zhang Juzheng opened his eyes as wide as possible, and his eyes were shocked.

"In this era, a group of amazing people were born..."

"They have proved that ideological change is progressive, and what they are doing will directly change the future pattern of a big country

!" "It's really amazing!"

Listening

to Zhang Juzheng's sigh, the writers and thinkers of other dynasties fell into silence.

Eastern jin.

Tao Yuanming's bamboo raft drifted to the end, but he still sat quietly, looking up at the sky and muttering to himself.

"A great organization will be born... What kind of organization is it?"

Finally, it was Daqin, Ying Zheng's eyes were deep, and his face changed slightly.

I don't know why, looking at such changes, he thought of the previous dynasty, the sons of a hundred schools,

the same different thoughts, the same desire to overthrow the only hegemonic dictatorship.

But they failed.

"They... Can it succeed?"

and at this moment, new words appeared in the canopy.

[Li Shouchang founded the Marxist-Leninist Theory Research Society in the north, and Chen Zhongfu gathered the workers together in the south, and also founded the workers' night school.

[On the north and south sides, side by side, sporadic fires on both sides began to rise.

As the text falls, a new picture appears.

Huhai.

In a classroom where he had picked up leaks, Chen Zhongfu gathered all the workers together and said he would teach them lessons.

But none of these workers have read any books, and they can't read a few big characters, so how can they teach?

Chen Zhongfu stood on the podium and looked at it with a pair of blank eyes.

But Chen Zhongfu didn't mind, but picked up the chalk and wrote four big characters on the blackboard: Long live the laborers!"

What

is surprising is that Chen Zhongfu did not plan to give a speech, but handed over the work of the speech to Chen Renzhong.

Under the surprised gaze of the workers, Chen Renzhong's voice was excited.

"Compatriots, I would like to ask you a question - who is the most useful and valuable person in this world?"

"There will be a group of confused people who say that the emperor is the most useful and valuable, or that the officials and scholars are the most useful and valuable.

Chen Renzhong's

voice was impassioned: "I think it

is the workers, and the workers are the most useful and the most valuable!"

"The grain we eat is made by the people who are in the fields, not by the emperor, the president, or the people who are officials; the clothes we wear are made by tailors, not by the emperor, the president, or the people who are officials; and the houses we live in are made by carpenters, bricklayers, and small workers, not to mention the emperor, the president, and the

"A few years after the emperor withdrew from the stage of history, the general marshal was changed one term after another, and the officials were accustomed to being powerful and blessed, respecting and being orderly, and having a clear hierarchy, and this was our 1920.

"Long live the laborers!" At

this moment, Chen Renzhong stood on the podium, raised his arms and shouted.

"Long live the workers! Long live the workers!" The

workers in the audience also became excited and shouted along.

Chen Zhongfu stood in the far corner of the classroom, watching the cries rise and fall in front of him, wave after wave, as if he was watching the flame of hope.

From guiding students to guiding workers, this is the first half of his life, running, busy, and several times caught himself in danger.

But the good thing is that it has led everyone to find the right path.

In the canopy, words emerge.

[The workers' strike has achieved unprecedented results, and a new festival has been born for the future of China - Labor Day.

[This is a holiday for workers. To

the south and the north, they met for advice.

Initial results have been achieved.

Beijing, Marxist-Leninist Theory Research Association.

The scale has grown to more than a hundred.

Deng Zhongxia and Luo Zhanglong are still the backbone of the crowd.

Carrying a pen in hand, they conscientiously translated the contents of every Marxist-Leninist book, sometimes frowning, sometimes arguing with red faces.

Li Shouchang watched and did not stop it.

Just smiling at it all.

This is the thriving side and the hope of a great power.

Huhai.

Chen Zhongfu wrote articles for New Youth during the day and stayed with the workers at the workers' school at night.

Not only that, but he also plans to receive like-minded friends in Yuyang.

Kyoto University.

After the original two old men left, Lu Xun also left the original editorial office.

But he has not given up on the road ahead.

Now that I've picked up the pen, I won't put it down so easily.

The old principal Cai Yuanpei came up, hoping that Lu Xun could go to Beijing University to teach.

The latter agreed.

"No matter when and where, school is always the most hopeful place.

Hu was still wearing a suit, but after Chen and Li left, he became much more reticent.

He felt more and more that Western theories were useful.

Northeast, Dalian.

In the past year, Liu Changchun's height has skyrocketed, and he has run faster and faster, breaking the running record in this area.

Looking at Teacher Dongying standing in front of him, there was no smile on his face, only indifference and numbness.

This is not a big result for him.

A great ambition kept unfolding in the heart of the teenager.

"I'm going to the Olympics!"

Tsushiro.

In the dimly lit prison, it was the young man who was writing letters.

He learned that some of his friends at school were about to study abroad, and he wrote poems to give them away.

"Go abroad, go to the East China Sea, the South China Sea, the Red Sea, the Mediterranean.

"Everywhere the waves are turbulent and the surging vastness takes you to the coast of Farancy, the hometown of freedom. The

moment he put pen to paper, he knew that sooner or later he would go there to have a look.

......

The picture of the canopy of heaven is reflected here, reflected in Qianlong's eyes, and turns into a deep fear.

He gasped: "This group of people, are they really going to set off a piece of the sky?"

he couldn't understand, but he was really shocked.

These people who appear in the picture are all firm in their own paths, fearless in life and death.

It's not scary, it's scary that people were like this in that era.

In the future, maybe more....

Daqin, Zhao Gao couldn't help but sigh.

This is the power of the literati. "

What these people are doing is going to have a huge impact and make them feel terrified.

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

[When the two of them are getting better and the north and the south are building, the domestic situation has also undergone earth-shaking changes. [

On May 26, the Shonan War began. [

On June 11, Zhang Jingyao escaped from Star City, and the next day, the Hunan army captured Star City. [

In July, the Anhui War broke out, and the Anhui faction was defeated. 】

......

Looking at the words in the canopy, Datang.

Li Shimin sighed deeply: "The situation of the warlords is even more chaotic... What is the final official?