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

Now, the Eastern Jin Dynasty.

Tao Yuanming, who was in seclusion, looked at the words in the canopy in a daze, and couldn't help but put down the hoe in his hand.

Because his gaze fell on the first and third sentences.

This group of people is not only doing things for the path they are sticking to, but also for the sake of the country's civilization.

I hope someone will remember that there was once such a group of people who were willing to be dead soldiers, singing in the darkness on this land.

"Singing in the dark—"

he whispered, his eyes complicated.

"What kind of consciousness do these people have?"

"They are willing to be dead soldiers, singing in the dark, shouting what ordinary people dare not say..."

Shangguan Yi heard Tao Yuanming's muttering, and he also fell into silence.

"This group of people is simply creating the world!" he

couldn't help but say.

The meaning of creation is not to recreate a world, but to recreate the backbone and ethical order of a great power.

This Tiance general, during the shock and exclamation, couldn't help but look down at his infant granddaughter.

Shangguan Wan'er.

"May you, like these people, be both great and ordinary. "

Da Ming.

Qingguan Hai Rui looked at such words and pictures, and felt trembling for no reason.

This trembling is not fearful, but excited.

He had a hunch that he was getting closer and closer to the glory of a great country...

"Their ideals are a drop in the ocean, tiny and majestic..."

[In the north, in Beijing, Deng Zhongxia founded the Changxindian Labor School, and the Huhai Social Youth League founded an overseas school for the working class. The

screen appears.

A young man, standing in front of a rented school, looked at everything in front of him with excitement.

He is Yu Xiusong.

This young man from Jiangsu and Zhejiang was deeply influenced by the ideology of the "New Youth" newspaper and periodical, and embarked on the road of socialism at an early age.

Until he met Chen Zhongfu, he joined the road of communism without hesitation.

Inspired by Chen Zhongfu, everyone gathered the working class together to prepare for the stage in the future.

As a result, the Overseas Institute came into being.

Yu Xiusong looked at the working class in front of him and said loudly.

"In China today, the working class occupies the majority, so as long as we gather, we are a group with infinite possibilities!" "

Therefore, we must unite and make our working class strong!" The

scene suddenly burst into warm applause.

Yu Xiusong's eyes swept over the excited faces, some were applauding, some were applauding, and some took out a pen and wrote it down in the book.

"And us.

In addition to Yu Xiusong, Li Da, Li Hanjun and other people from the group also arrived.

"Long live the working class!" a

deafening voice sounded at this moment.

The screen turns.

In the early morning, the sky is a touch of fish white.

There were already newspaper sellers holding newspapers and shouting everywhere: "The workers' school has been established! The workers can also study!" The

vegetable farmers and workers who had heard the news gathered around one after another, their faces full of smiles.

"Does that mean we'll never be bullied again?" Old

workers sat on the cold side of the street, silent, watching the young workers cheer and burst into tears.

Hope rises from both the north and the south.

Flowers and plants of hope have grown in the endless wilderness.

Capital.

In colleges and universities, students gather together and look at a newspaper called "Labor Circle".

The young students looked at the articles inside and couldn't help but speak.

"The awakening of the whole class, there is hope for the great country. "

Dalian.

Liu Changchun is twelve years old.

In a sprint race, he had just broken the previous record.

His classmates and teachers hugged him excitedly and congratulated him.

But Liu Changchun's immature face did not have any smile.

He just stared into the distance, muttering to himself in words that only he could hear.

"One day, I will also go abroad and serve the great country!"

The figures of the Dongying people have increased, and they have become more active.

A cold gaze, looking at this territory, with greed.

Finally, Guangzhou.

Yat-sen reorganized the official army and once again held high the banner of protecting the Dharma.

The beginning of this year is destined to be a turbulent year.

......

At that time.

Daqin.

Ying Zheng looked at the picture that appeared in the canopy with complicated eyes, stared at it for a long time, and finally withdrew his gaze.

He looked at his two sons, Gongzi Fusu and Hu Hai.

"Do you think there will be earth-shaking changes this year?"

Hu Hai shook his head and said, "There must be changes, but they won't be that big."

"The world is too chaotic, the infighting is not over, Sun Gong has raised the banner of Dharma protection for the second time, even if they set up a communist group, and the working class is gradually enlightened, but it is still the officials and warlords who really control the country." The situation has not changed. Gongzi

Fusu didn't speak, but just glanced at Hu Hai deeply.

Because he just has a different view.

That great organization has not yet appeared in the true sense of the word.

But soon.

There is already a program and a core, and flames are rising all over the country, which will eventually come together and start a real struggle.

In the canopy, new text appeared.

[After the wind and thunder, China is indeed a little better, but the way of the world is like this, sometimes the rhetoric is too intense, it will cause a blow, and even... Destroy.

[Cruel and violent, but this just proves that this path works, they are afraid! Please don't give up halfway, as I said before, be a dead man, sing in the dark. As

the text falls, the screen appears.

Huhai, concession.

"Bang bang" two loud bangs.

The place where Huhai's "New Youth" was released was kicked away by two patrolmen with loaded guns, who coldly glanced at everything in the room.

The voice was cold.

"Smash this place for me!" Chen

Zhongfu, Chen Wangdao and the others hurriedly evacuated, everyone had anger on their faces, watching these patrols smash everything here to shreds.

The paper manuscripts were all burned and in a mess.

The patrol leader led by him came to Chen Zhongfu and sneered: "It's true that the concession is free speech, but not everything can be said. "

Here, it's been sealed for the time being.

Chen Wangdao looked at him angrily, furious: "What right do you have to do this? Since speech is free, then we have not broken the law, and China needs such a voice at this stage!"

Chen Wangdao's eyes were red, and there were bloodshot spreads, and it was all their hard work!

But Chen

Zhongfu stopped him, his face was resolute, and his eyes were like torches.

"Do you think that by destroying the address of the newspaper office of the 'New Youth,' you can extinguish the source? Wrong, the fire of the 'New Youth' has already burned all over the land of China. "

This place is smashed, then let's change the place, the world is big, where is not home?"

PS: Free gifts for everyone