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

Chapter 142

At this moment, the various dynasties looked at the establishment of Xiamen University in the sky, and the eyes of various students and literati showed shock.

Then it gets excited.

"First Ma Xiangbo ran away and established Aurora University, then Zhang Boling established Nankai University, and now, there is Xiamen University.

"There are more and more such schools..."

"They prove that in any era, students and students are the backbone!" In

the Spring and Autumn Period, Confucius said happily with relief on his face.

In the canopy, the scene of Shamen University continues.

Looking at the young and energetic faces in front of him, this middle-aged man who was nearly fifty years old finally had a smile on his face.

He saw hope in the eyes of these students.

The path of education is correct, and some people may obstruct it, but he will also go all the way to the end.

"Students, you will be the first batch of students of Xiamen University, you carry hope, in the future, there will be more people to join you, the scale of Xiamen University is getting bigger and bigger.

He spoke, uplifted.

"I heard that there is a famous aphorism spoken by the students of Jincheng, which is widely circulated in the student federation of Jincheng, but I think this sentence can be used as a warning bell for the whole nation, and it can also be applied to you - reading for the rise of the nation!"

The ninety-eight students applauded excitedly, with hope in their eyes.

He also opened his mouth excitedly.

"Reading for the rise of the nation!" Chen

Jiageng also applauded, he smiled, his eyes were blurry, he seemed to see the first half of his life all the way.

Born in Nanyang, when it was still the Qing Dynasty, he had personally witnessed the decline and corruption of the Qing court, and the great power came to an end.

He had to do something, so he went through hardships and dangers, returned to China, and founded Jimei University.

After that, it was Shamen University.

He wanted to follow the same path as the old president of Kyoto University.

Not everyone is like Chen Zhongfu and Li Shouchang, who turned into bombs.

More of them are all sentient beings, but they contribute to the rise of the nation in their own unique way.

Moisturizing things silently.

Right now.

The picture of the establishment of Xiamen University was deeply reflected in the various dynasties, and those literati and scholars were excited.

Datang, the crown prince Li Chengqian also had a fire rising in his heart inexplicably, but there was still confusion in his eyes.

He is the crown prince, and his identity is very different from these people, so it is reasonable not to understand.

"This group of scholars, selling their property, also want to set up a school, and there are still people who give up their pampered family background and come to study in this bitter cold land, because they firmly believe that hope is born here?"

Li Chengqian muttered to himself, suddenly as if he understood something, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"I see, reading is for this, reading for the prosperity of their respective dynasties!"

the words of the crown prince were transmitted to the various dynasties through the

canopy.

At this moment, the Tang Dynasty, the Han Dynasty, the Song Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty... The readers opened their mouths.

"Reading is for the Han!"

"For the Tang Dynasty." "

For the sake of the Great Song. "

For the sake of Daming.

"For the sake of the whole nation. "

At that time, the China was no longer the China it used to be, and communist groups were formed all over the country.

They rise like flames and hope.

Everything is in ruins, and schools are rising.

The young scholars took out their textbooks and said to their parents: "I don't study to be an official, not to make money, but to revive the country." This

was the beginning of 1921.

At this moment, new words appeared in the canopy.

[Huhai, since the publication place of "New Youth" was arrested and seized, Chen Zhongfu's thinking gradually changed, from 'people' to 'class'. The screen

appears.

Huhai, rainy and rainy.

After Chen Wangdao finished translating a piece of translation, he pushed the door and walked out to take a look, and found Chen Zhongfu standing quietly in the courtyard, looking at the rain curtain and being distracted.

Chen Wangdao's face has changed, since the screenwriting department of "New Youth" was shut down because of his fierce words, Chen Zhongfu seems to have changed as if he was a different person, becoming taciturn, and often standing alone in a trance.

But today, he quickly entered the room.

He looked at Chen

Wangdao and asked seriously: "What do you think of the current world?" Do you think something is missing?" Chen Wangdao thought about it seriously and nodded: "What is really missing?"

"The current China is indeed in ruins, everything is thriving, but the progress is too slow!"

Before Chen Wangdao could speak, Chen Zhongfu continued: "This is precisely the problem.

"I'm thinking about whether we're going to plan a bigger revolution or whether we're going to take it one step at a time.

Chen Wangdao was silent.

He's just a translator and can't answer that question.

Night.

Chen Zhongfu locked himself in his room and thought about it seriously.

He felt that this might haunt him for a long time.

As far as the eye looked, I couldn't help but look to the north.

He muttered to himself, "Chief, if it were you, what would you choose?"

[Beijing, Beiyang official arrears of college teachers salaries are still not paid, and teachers in various colleges and universities are on strike.

[Li Shouchang once again went to the other side of the Beiyang official for them, and he will also miss the establishment of that great organization because of this matter. Then

the screen appears.

When I came to the capital, it had just rained in the north, and the weather was extremely cold.

As usual, Li Shouchang came to the factory.

This scholar, who is usually extremely serious and silent, has a colder expression today than in the past.

Everywhere I looked, in addition to the factory workers, there was also a group of scholars in robes.

They are all teachers from colleges and universities in Beijing.

Shouchang Li stood on top of the machine and began to speak.

"On the way here, I saw a child who was about to freeze to death, so I gave him clothes and a scarf. His

eyes were more serious than usual, and his voice was deeper than usual.

"But the place where the child is curled up is in the place where the valve is closed and the song and dance are rising, and this is the official of our existence. A

worker took off his padded jacket and handed it over.

But Chief Li refused, and he pointed to his chest.

"I'm not cold, only the cold temperature will make this heart even hotter.

"It is precisely because we are all proletarians that we help each other until we form a group. "

Now, the teachers are on board.

Li Shouchang looked at the teachers of the university with a steady gaze.

"Two years ago, I led the students to set off a thunderstorm, and now, I don't mind planning to lead the teachers to set off a storm as well. "

Long live the proletariat!" Li

Shouchang raised his fist.

All the laborers, all the teachers, joined in, shouting along.

"Long live the proletariat!"

the voice was deafening, echoing through the heavens.