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

[The name of the

school is taken from "The Great Biography of Shangshu and the Biography of Yu Xia": the clouds are rotten, the mans are entangled, the sun and the moon are shining, and the sun and the moon are shining. Self-run schools and rejuvenate China. This

day is September 14th.

Fudan University, not so much a school, is actually a moss-covered, dilapidated small room.

There were not even tables and chairs, only a small blackboard, and a kind old man with white hair and sideburns.

This is what Fudan University was like when it was first established.

But in front of me, there were students standing in front of them.

More than 130 students who withdrew from Aurora University on that day were all present to participate in the opening of the semester.

Although the conditions were difficult, none of these students such as Yu Youren and Shao Lizi complained, and their immature faces seemed to have light in their eyes.

"Students, this is our 'Fudan Public School'! Everyone must work hard to revitalize China!" In

the dilapidated house, Ma Xiangbo was full of tears and impassioned.

Because he knows that the reason why so many people can gather here today is only because there is a dream in their hearts --

this dream is called 'China'!

"Reading does not forget to save the country, and saving the country does not forget to study!"

At this moment, these students are studying with a mission.

On their thin shoulders, they shoulder the heavy responsibility of 'rejuvenating China'!

Right now.

Parallel time and space, the Southern Liang Dynasty.

Emperor Xiao Yi of Liang Yuan quietly looked at these students who were fighting at night and studying for the country, and for a long time, he smiled suddenly.

"Reading, reading is useful

?" "How can reading govern the government, how can reading save the country?"

The laughter gradually faded, and he looked back at the fire behind him, which was 140,000 books burned and destroyed.

Staggered and left in a frenzy.

The other side.

Southern song dynasty.

The fight against the golden soldiers has entered the white-hot stage, and the wolf smoke is everywhere, but it still can't hide the reflected skylight picture.

Yue Fei is leading the Yue family army to fight in blood, still guarding the broken Great Song Mountains and Rivers.

On the battlefield, the yellow sand was reckless, blowing the battle flag that was still erected proudly, and he glanced at the bloody remnant sun, and the corpses that had long been piled up, and the fire of hope rose in his eyes.

"The belief in saving the country has been introduced to the hearts of this group of students, and it is very good to fight for the new country. Then

he shouted with his sword.

In the year of "killing !!",

1905 was coming to an end.

It's been a year of chaos, a year of rebellion.

The horn of resistance has been blown, and the wind of the times is blowing stronger and stronger.

1906 came.

This year's winter is longer than usual, it is already February, and the temperature is still as cold as winter.

The originally decaying streets were more lively than in previous years, and almost everyone in the crowd had a copy of revolutionary books such as "Revolutionary Army", "Fierce Return", and "Warning Bell".

The great powers still increased their control over the Qing state, and the imperial court still obeyed and did nothing.

This year, Zhang Binglin was still in prison, but he was about to be released from prison

; Zhou Shuren had not yet used a pen name called 'Lu Xun', and at the behest of his mother, he returned to China to marry a woman named Zhu An, and returned to Dongying three days later to continue his studies

;

the alliance headed by Mr. Sun and Huang Xing and the royalists headed by Kang Youwei and Liang Qichao had growing differences

;

No one knows what will happen in the year 1906.

But a scream in the cold winter of February broke the original calm.

In the sky, words appear.

[The case of the French missionary Wang Anzhi shielding his subordinates and insulting and killing the people's daughters caused public anger, and Nanchan County ordered Jiang Zhaotang to enforce the law impartially and return his innocence to Lang Lang, but he was hated by the missionary Wang Anzhi. [

Wang Anzhi's request to release the imprisoned sect members was refused, and in a fit of anger, Wang Anzhi stabbed Jiang Zhaotang to death in the throat with a knife, and for a time the land of Nanchang was excited.

As the words fell, a shocking picture appeared.

The news that Jiang Zhaotang was stabbed to death by missionaries spread quickly, and the streets were bustling.

Several hot-blooded young people gathered the masses and said angrily: "The Jiang County Order is our parent official, put yourself in the shoes of our interests, if there is no Jiang County Order, we would definitely still be living in dire straits, but our benefactors have been persecuted by that group of foreign missionaries!"

"This is the land of China, how dare they? How dare they!!".

The voices of anger are getting louder and louder.

In the bazaar, more and more people are glaring angrily, trying to cry out for their tragic death of their parents.

After last year's victory in the rejection of rice, the seeds of revolt have sprouted in the hearts of these people at the bottom.

"Gather together and ask for an explanation!" shouted

in the bazaar.

The fire of resistance burned brightly.

Yizhishe, a group of poetry societies spontaneously organized by patriots.

At this moment, the atmosphere was solemn, and everyone looked serious, as if there was fire in their eyes.

"Bang!"

Finally, Cai Ruiting took the lead in getting up and slapped the table angrily: "This group of foreigners in the name of missionaries, in my Chinese land, is making a fortune, and now even human lives are making trouble, if you don't unite to resist, then China, is there still blood at all?"

So, the members of the Yizhi Society began to run.

What the emperors of various dynasties saw was a young figure, braving the scorching sun and heavy rain, rushing through the streets and alleys, printing and distributing leaflets, giving speeches everywhere, and calling for strikes and market strikes.

It's not a revolution, but it's better than a revolution.

The flame of resistance has been planted in every Nan Advocate people.

At this moment, Daqin.

Looking at the picture at this moment, Ying Zheng fell into deep thought.

"See the revolt again,"

he whispered.

The familiar scene can be compared with last year's frenzy of refusing rice, and this time the resistance is obviously more indignant.

Although the scale is not as large as last year, everyone's eyes are full of anger, like a hungry wolf.

If they had a knife in their hand at this time, they would not hesitate to stab it in.

Ying Zheng's heart felt a chill for no reason.

Song dynasty.

Song Renzong looked at the picture incredulously and muttered to himself, "Don't they know the consequences of doing this?"

The people who denounced one after another were like clusters of tiny flames, and when combined, they became a blazing fire.

They will burn the darkness ahead, and they will also be treated as 'rebellion'.

"I've never seen such a rebellion,"

Song Renzong muttered to himself.

This group of people at the bottom of society directly skipped the Qing court and rebelled against the rule of foreigners, such a cross-class rebellion is shocking.

"How can the land of my China be misbehaved by foreign races?"

"Murder pays for life, blood debts and blood are repaid, and it is justified!"

Cai Ruiting is giving a speech.

With a voice of anger, denounce Wang Anzhi.

"Murder pays for life, blood debt and blood are repaid, it is justified!" "Murder pays for life,

it is justified!"

...

Tens of thousands of people were excited, and when the speech was over, they went straight to the Catholic church and broke down the door.

The moment they saw Wang Anzhi, the eyes of the people in Nan advocated were like hungry wolves seeing their prey, and they screamed.

"The foreigner who killed the county order is here, give me a beating!" The

fire of resistance grew bigger and bigger, and in the end, the fire burned the plain!