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

Chapter 153:

Yongzheng stood in front of the court, and his body and spine were already trembling slightly.

As an emperor of the Qing Dynasty, he felt the shock from the inside out.

In ancient times, these people were chaotic ministers and thieves who subverted the imperial court, and they should have been beheaded!

However, this was their ideal, and even the meaning of life.

Some of them will die in the future, and they will not be able to die, but they have turned into a brick and piled up the glory of this great country.

The people of later generations will not forget them

!" These people are like a combination of a chaotic thief and a savior hero!

"

Yongzheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help muttering to himself.

Genius on the left, madman on the right, perhaps, the rebel thief and the savior hero are in the same thought.

In addition to the different performances of Qianlong and Yongzheng, the emperors of other dynasties were also silent.

"Finally, these people are starting to act!" In

the canopy, a new change appeared in the picture.

Young and old people are back in Shonan.

I don't know why, as long as he goes home during this time, he will have a different feeling in his heart.

Very kind, the ground under your feet, full of hope.

"Maybe it's because I left my hometown too early when I was young,"

the young man smiled.

Walking through the familiar scene, he couldn't help but think of an incident a few years ago.

When he was seventeen years old, there was a severe famine in his hometown.

Thousands of people in Star City had nothing to eat, starved to death, froze to death, and their corpses were strewn across the streets, unable to be buried, and eventually emitted the stench of rotting corpses.

A representative of the villagers went to the yamen to seek relief, and Futai arrogantly asked: "Why don't you have anything to eat? I've never been hungry. "

In the end, the people became angry and broke through the Futai Yamen, and eventually these 'mobs' were beheaded in pieces.

He still remembers it.

"These mobs are actually ordinary people, very docile and easy-going, just like my family. The

young told the old about it.

The old man was silent and silent.

"In the past, we were young, I didn't know, and we didn't have the ability, but now we have the strength!" The

young man's eyes seemed to be burning with a thousand flames: "In China at present, the landlord population is only 1 percent, the rich peasant population is only 5 percent, and the poor peasants and middle peasants account for 80 percent. Is it fair that 6 percent of the population owns 80 percent of the land on the one hand, and only 20 percent of the land is owned by 80 percent of the population on the other?"

he asked angrily.

"It is not possible to have a few people enjoy happiness and tens of thousands of people suffer, and I am honored to fight for this 80 percent!" the

young man returned to his hometown with Top Gun.

The old man looked at his tall back, and his old eyes couldn't help but be stunned.

"My old friend has become radical too..."The

image continues.

In the middle of the night, however, the young men took to the streets and gathered all the workers together.

"In the eyes of the warlords, the workers were the least statused class, but in my eyes, the workers were the supreme.

"As long as we reunite and burst out with strength, we will definitely be the masters of our own affairs in the future!" he

said in a loud voice, calling on the workers in his hometown to lead the way with the idea of long live the proletariat.

The old man watched from afar, and there were more and more people around him, and his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

"There is an organization that says it wants to speak for us and be a solid backing for our workers

!" "This organization is not ordinary, I am willing to join and learn!"

"In the future, I will also be a member of this organization." The

workers looked at the leaflets in their hands and gathered together.

More and more people said: "We must unite! We must remember to resist!"

At this moment, the Western Jin Dynasty.

Emperor Jin Hui's face was so gloomy that he could wring out the water.

Because he didn't expect that in later dynasties, there would be similar incidents.

This is the question of Emperor Hui of Jin -

the Jin Dynasty was in turmoil, and many people had no food to eat and were starved to death.

He once asked puzzledly: "The people have no corn to satisfy their hunger, why don't they eat minced meat?"

Southern Song Dynasty.

Zhu Xi watched the sky appear in the canopy and guessed in his heart.

"This is what we see, what we don't see, and what are we?"

Soon, the picture in the canopy continued.

In the autumn of this year, the chill gradually appeared.

Li Shouchang has already traveled to many places and set up many night schools for workers.

At this moment, he stood by a long railway, watching the railway crisscross and an unfinished railway trunk line, where many workers gathered to develop and build.

Deep eyes, a look is an afternoon.

"Woo-"

It wasn't until the long train came from a distance, winding and deafening, that he interrupted his thoughts.

Looking at the distant figure of the railway, Li Shouchang's deep eyes gradually brightened.

He finally understood.

"In today's China, the industry is undoubtedly backward. In

my mind, I also remembered what the late Mr. Zhan Tianyou, the father of the railway, said - China's railways are criss-crossed, and the lifeblood of a great country and nation is here.

Railway transportation is the lifeblood of China.

"In this way, the traffic workers, especially the railway workers, are the new force of the revolution

!" "Zhongfu, you and I are doing the same work, but the methods are very different, and moderate reforms will not have the slightest effect

!" "Only with blood!"

In the canopy,

words appeared.

[Li Shouchang realized that the workers were the fire needed for the revolution, and he set his sights on Luoyang.

Later, under the influence of this thinking, workers across the country began to fight for their rights. The

screen appears.

Wu Advocate.

Dong Biwu and Chen Tanqiu had returned, and they began to call on the workers to unite.

"Compatriots, times have changed, and it is no longer the era when the fate of the official warlords is in control, and the fate of our workers should be controlled by ourselves

!" "The workers are too hard, they work hard, they get very little wages, and the family is waiting for the salary to live, we want to improve our lives!"

shouted in the crowd.

"Improve your life, increase your wages!" All

around, the roars of the workers became stronger and stronger.

They are beginning to become aware of the problem of their own 'right to live'.

Magic City.

The workers of the black press gathered together, numbering more than nine thousand.

Every worker had anger on his face.

"Western tobacco factories should not fire workers and oppress workers without cause!"

"Resist! Fight! Use fire!"

...

The deafening roar turned into an echo that resounded throughout the tobacco factory.

In the distance, people from the Ministry of Labor watched quietly.

At the same time, the main line of the Longhai Railway gathered a large number of workers.

They live in dire straits, hoping for a savior.

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