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

Right now.

The dynasties looked at the canopy of heaven with mixed feelings in their hearts.

They felt the determination, the determination to protect the fire.

"It's easy to extinguish the flame, but it's hard to light it again,"

Li Shimin muttered to the simple words of the Tang Dynasty.

Although the words were calm, every word was full of determination.

"Some people are going to burn their lives..."

At this moment, Li Shimin muttered to himself.

Ming dynasty.

Zhang Juzheng was still coughing violently, his gray hair was pale, and he knew that his end was approaching.

He had only one goal - that is, to see how the organization was founded before he died.

"Among the thirteen people, there were only two who stood at the time of the founding of the country, how tragic..."

Looking up, he muttered to himself: "Some people betrayed, some people were disappointed, some people withdrew, of course, so many more are willing to give their lives for this road."

"They're using their lives to interpret the way. "

Finally, there is the Great Qing Dynasty.

Yongzheng heard the roar of his son, Qianlong.

He frowned slightly, as if he wanted to reprimand, but he held back.

He may have come to understand why the Qing Dynasty had fallen and how this group of people would change the country.

From the reform of political knowledge and policy, to the reform of dynasties, to the reform of ideology, and finally to the reform of classes... Either way, there is a huge price to pay.

But they never flinched.

"This organization is indeed in the embryonic stage, and the next thing is how to grow and develop, I look forward to the time when it grows into a towering tree..."

The father and son were facing each other from a distance, and Yongzheng muttered.

At this time, new text appeared in the canopy.

[At the beginning of August, the meeting on the red boat officially ended, and the respective representatives embarked on their own journeys. The

screen appears.

In Jiazhou, a hurricane blew over Nanhu.

The lake was rough and the red boats were staggering.

From time to time, rain seeps in, and even if you want to stay a little longer, the bad weather doesn't allow it.

On August 3, they set out on their way back.

"When you go back, you must implement the contents and program of the meeting in the past few days.

"It is important to remember that the workers are the protagonists of the future. Only by establishing an official system with the proletariat as the core can there be hope for this big country!" said

to everyone on behalf of Chen Zhongfu, the monk of Bao Hui, whose words were sincere.

"We have a long way to go, we are all torchbearers! No kitsch, no fear of difficulties, no fakes, think like this and do the same, no matter what others say. The

others nodded their heads and braved the rain to set out on the journey.

There were no words along the way, and everyone saw it - the confusion behind the hopes of the great powers.

The text continues to appear.

[The reason why people's minds change depends to a large extent on the light and darkness of the times.

[Regardless of whether he will be weak in the future or not, to be a 'halfway abandoner', at least at this moment, his heart is full of hope. At

this moment, the dynasties were stunned and looked at the text in a daze.

"It turned out that he quit halfway through the future, and he gave up. "

Warring States, Mozi looked at the sky, muttering to himself, his eyes were complicated.

For those who quit halfway, he didn't feel very strongly.

There is still a long way to go, and there are very few people who can walk side by side together.

Or a change of stance, or a loss of hope in his heart, he chose to withdraw.

But at least, now he is enthusiastic and fully committed to this era.

The screen turned and continued to emerge.

The heavy rain continues.

The young and the old are returning to their hometowns.

They braced their waists and their backs straight.

No matter how heavy the rain and cold the wind is, it still can't stop them.

Because they saw the way and now have faith.

"Yuheng, the direction is determined, we must integrate the three strata of workers, peasants, and soldiers, and all three strata must fight for the right to live!"

The older one just nodded and said with emotion: "Yes, it is still the official world of warlords, and the people of Xiangnan are still living in darkness, and the whole nation is under reaction.

"The people, it's so bitter, what we have to do is to make them stand up.

"This is the reform of our generation!"

In the heavy rain, they set their goals.

"Long live the liberator of the nation. "

The wind can't shake them with an umbrella.

The picture changes.

Dong Biwu and Chen Tanqiu also went back, braving the heavy rain.

On the way to the station, I passed a farmhouse.

The heavy rain submerged the crops he had worked so hard to plant, and a middle-aged man in his forties was standing quietly in the rain, staring blankly at the fields that had been flooded.

They immediately walked over and stood beside him, quietly watching the hopeless crop with him.

Silent, they just handed the umbrella over so that the rain did not continue to pour on him.

After a long time, he wiped the rain from his face fiercely and spoke: "I just want to live in troubled times, this crop is my everything, and now it is also flooded." From this crop, I saw our shadow, and there was no hope.

Dong Biwu's heart felt like he was stabbed, and his fists were clenched tightly.

Chen Tanqiu smiled: "There will be hope, the crops will be planted again, and the workers and peasants will be paid more and more attention."

"Believe in this country one more time!" smiling

, Chen Tanqiu handed over the umbrella.

The middle-aged man looked at it in a daze, and all he saw was the figures of the two people, the backs of them disappearing in the rain.

It wasn't until Dong Biwu and Chen Tanqiu disappeared that he smiled, but he also shed tears, intertwined with the rain.

"Believe it again

!" "This crop field will grow a fire that is not afraid of flooding!"

The

train to the land of Qilu creaked.

Wang Jinmei and Deng Enming sat quietly in the car, holding a book in their hands.

It was the reader who fell before the dawn, Yi Baisha's book "Emperor Spring and Autumn".

This book depicts absurd dynasties, absurd emperors, and the last one is the era in which we are now, the dynasties under the official rule of the North and the South.

But in the middle pages, there are also a few sheets of paper interspersed.

Wang Jinmei looked at the outline in the paper and smiled.

That's the outline of this organization.

The number of words is not much, and it is only a few hundred words when it is fully counted.

"Be familiar with it in your heart and engraved it in your soul!" they

encouraged each other.

"Qilu is a place coveted by Dongying, the situation is very serious, we are going back with hope, and we must act immediately. With

the outline, teams in various places took action one after another, and under the torrential rain, one figure after another was busy.

In the canopy, words emerge.

[The revolution of the rainy building was born, and there were sparks here. [

The world of wind and clouds rises in spring, and thunder is heard everywhere.

[In the future, they will lead the workers and peasants to the stage!].