The news of Governor Weze's re-inspection came from the south like a spring breeze, and swept through the whole north. The smoke and dust kicked up by the wind disturbed the officialdom in the north, and made the figures who feared that the governor would accuse the north of its ineffective work and felt that they could not see the future development.

No one can stop the Governor's itinerary, and as before, the Governor's first stop is naturally Beijing. This time he was accompanied by Li Yifang, Qi Hongyi had been to Beijing twice, and he had little interest there. When the convoy stopped at the Old Summer Palace, where Governor Wei Zedu was routinely staying, Li Yifang's eyes widened with excitement like a little girl. The Old Summer Palace is beautiful, this somewhat southern-style royal garden carved beams and paintings, dotted with various royal style artworks, Nanjing has a completely different kind of majestic beauty of the industrialized metropolis.

The human heart is unpredictable, but this kind of thing is only a matter of degree. The comrades in Hebei were well aware of the governor's love for the Old Summer Palace, and when they heard the news that the governor was coming, the place had already been cleaned. No one thinks there is anything wrong, and it is normal for the governor to live in the Old Summer Palace. With the merits and prestige of His Majesty the Emperor, there is only such a garden as the Old Summer Palace and a half right to use, and everyone thinks that Wei Zedu is outrageously poor. Even if there are private gardens that are a hundred times as much, it can only be said that these gardens are not worthy of the status of the governor. According to the Governor's orders, the Imperial Gardens, including the Old Summer Palace, were open to visitors on weekdays, and were only used as residences when the Governor was staying. Governor Wezedu hadn't been here a few times until now. It is precisely because His Majesty Wei Ze is staying here that the tour business of the Old Summer Palace is amazing. Especially in the months after the Governor left, too many people who wanted to get close to His Majesty the Emperor flocked to him from all over the country. The management office of the Old Summer Palace made a lot of money.

Wei Ze personally likes the gallery in the Summer Palace very much, the gallery itself is not splendid, but the paintings on it are really exquisite. The Summer Palace Management Office used the pasting method to remove the paintings that sang the praises of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and after these things entered the history museum, a lot of space was vacated, and a large number of paintings with Chinese folk content occupied a new part. Weser doesn't care about those modernist works of art, these traditional works of art can give Weeser a refreshing feeling.

The secretary of the Hebei Provincial Party Committee and the governor accompanied Wei Ze and his wife Li Yifang to walk in the gallery on a bright spring afternoon, and Chu Feiyun, secretary of the provincial party committee, said in embarrassment: "Governor, where are you going for our Hebei Provincial Government?" ”

"Stay in Beijing and work together." The spring breeze was warm, and there was a lot of relaxation in Wei Ze's voice.

Chu Feiyun smiled bitterly: "Dudu, can you not be like this." Even if we are in the south of the city and in the north of the city, the people in our province feel uncomfortable when they see the comrades of the central authorities. ”

"You're backward in that idea. What happened to the comrades of the Central Committee? The comrades of the Central Committee are also human beings, and they will not be superior to others. The same is true in Nanjing, the comrades of the Central Committee will not bully the comrades in Jiangsu, and they will talk about things if they violate organizational discipline. After moving to Beijing, everyone can feel what equality is. You don't have to worry. Wei Ze said his opinion frankly, and after he finished speaking, he smiled narrowly, "Could it be that Comrade Feiyun is used to being the boss of Hebei, and you feel annoyed after seeing a comrade with a higher position than you?" ”

Being told this by Wei Ze, Chu Feiyun hurriedly waved his hand, "I don't mean that!" No such thing! ”

"Or do you think that the central government is going to take away your authority to build Beijing in Hebei?" Wei Ze looked at Chu Feiyun's embarrassed expression and asked with a smile.

Being said by Wei Ze so continuously, Chu Feiyun's face was a little unbearable, and he smiled bitterly: "Dudu, don't make fun of me." I'm just not used to it, you lead so many people around you, if we make a mistake and are immediately called to approve it, this face can't be hung up. ”

"How many times have I said that everyone is wrong. The key is whether you treat mistakes as a consequence or as an inevitable part of your work. The process of growing up is very hard, but this is the meaning of life. What's the point of throwing a perfect city at you? Not to mention where there is a perfect city. Weser walked slowly, talking about his thoughts as he went.

"Governor, I have only one request. Don't listen to the wind or the rain. With Wei Ze's words as a foreshadowing, Chu Feiyun also put forward his own conditions.

"This is natural, everything is a process, and I am unanimously opposed to seeking perfection and blame. Back then, when you were training, you couldn't be as quiet as a monkey, and you took a lot of military sticks. But when did I say that this is your responsibility? Wei Ze mentioned the past to his old subordinates.

Thinking of the "terrible" days in the past, Chu Feiyun couldn't help laughing. During the period from Yong'an to Changsha, the troops entered the process of regularization, but these brothers who served as soldiers generally believed that war was a place to show their personal bravery, and as a result, they were often beaten with military sticks. At that time, the military judges led by Wei Changrong not only carried out physical punishment, but also mental torture. It is to ask everyone to abandon self-righteousness and completely obey discipline and obey commands. Thinking of the grievances he had more than thirty years ago, Chu Feiyun felt that he was too cute at that time. The formal and strict discipline forcibly reversed everyone's perception of the war, and later Chu Feiyun himself felt that it was not okay not to do so. After the backbone of this group of soldiers grew up, the Liberation Army abolished the military sticks.

Chu Feiyun changed the subject, "As long as the business is official, I have no opinion." By the way, this Comrade Yue Lianyi is the person in charge of our Beijing urban construction. She is familiar with the work of Beijing Construction. ”

"All right." Yue Lianyi immediately stepped forward to talk to Wei Ze.

"Beijing's basic framework is well put in place, leaving just plenty of space." Wei Ze appreciated Yue Lianyi's work, and he felt that Yue Lianyi's southern-style Mandarin was very intimate. Most of the central government in Nanjing now speaks with this accent. Another reason why Wei Ze wants to move the capital is also to balance this talent situation in which the south comprehensively overwhelms the north. It is true that the unified college entrance examination system of the whole country has achieved the greatest degree of equality, but the south has an inherent advantage, less than 20 years after the founding of the People's Republic of China, and more than 30 years after the emergence of a formal and unified national education system in the south. When high school students in the North began to take the college entrance examination in large numbers, college students in the South graduated in seven or eight classes. If you want to completely reverse this situation, in addition to relying on time, you must also give the north a sense of belonging. The location of the capital in the north will undoubtedly promote the formation of such a sense of belonging.

After chatting for a while about the construction issue and the work report, the comrades in Hubei Province hurried back to work. It is indeed a good thing to accompany the governor to visit the Summer Palace, but even if it is for the sake of sycophancy, these comrades have to work urgently now. You can relax whenever you want, but it's not suitable now.

Li Yifang and Wei Ze looked at the pictures side by side in the gallery, Wei Ze didn't expect his wife to suddenly say: "Seeing that people have big breasts, you can talk to people more." ”

"Huh?" Wei Ze didn't understand what his wife was referring to.

"I mean the little girl who talked to you." Seeing that Wei Ze didn't understand what he meant, Li Yifang had to make it clear again.

"Cut? Little girl? She's young, she's actually about the same as you, right? Wei Ze couldn't help but laugh. Yue Lianyi is in his 40s, but he looks like he is just 30. Being called a little girl by his wife is too funny.

"Did you even inquire about people's ages?" Li Yifang actually didn't suspect that Wei Ze had any bad intentions, but she just wanted to have a little trouble with Wei Ze.

Wei Ze said helplessly: "I have seen her, and I have also worn the May Day Labor Medal and the 38th Red Banner Bearer Medal for her. Yue Lianyi is a native of Guangdong, one of the first local people to work, and also passed the intermediate and senior academic examinations. At the beginning, she was still a rebar worker, and a little girl carried a casing to break steel bars, but it was not easy. ”

"That means, you know her well!" Li Yifang pressed forward step by step.

"I'm very familiar with model workers." Wei Ze gave his wife a roll of the eyes.

Seeing that Wei Ze didn't like this topic, Li Yifang grabbed Wei Ze's arm and said, "Don't be angry, let's joke with you." I'm old now, too, and I can't help but envy the young girls when I see them. ”

"If you call yourself old in front of me, you're really good at picking someone." Of course, Wei Ze will not be angry, he also plays with his wife.

"The Summer Palace is good, but I prefer the Old Summer Palace." Li Yifang commented on the scenery in front of her.

Listening to his wife's words, Wei Ze was very happy in his heart. Historically, the Old Summer Palace was burned, and now the Old Summer Palace has only been robbed of some floating wealth, and the entire garden has been preserved intact. The Old Summer Palace is known as the Garden of Ten Thousand Gardens, and it does have its extraordinary.

"You just have to enjoy the life in the Old Summer Palace, and in a few days we will go to Mongolia. Endless prairie, riding a horse galloping on the grassland. Wei Ze told his wife about the rest of the trip. Thinking of the Mongolian steppe, Wei Ze couldn't help but sing: "Horse, you walk slowly, walk slowly, I want to see enough of this charming scenery." The fertile earth seems to be soaked with oil, and the fertile land seems to be paved with gold. I have never seen the green mountains dripping green and picturesque, I have never seen people making a good harvest in the paintings, I have never seen the green grass like a silk carpet, I have never seen horses and cattle on the green silk carpet, I have never seen a new village in the green bushes, I have never seen a bamboo building under the betel nut tree, there is a bamboo building, there is a bamboo building......"

The rhythm of this song is bright, and the lyrics are full of vitality and positive energy, even in the 21st century, Wei Ze likes it very much. In the second half of the 19th century, the vigorous and upward Republic of China, "Horses, You Walk Slowly", "Where the Peach Blossoms Bloom", "Little Poplar", "Camel Bell", and "Dare to Ask Where the Road Is" are all popular military songs among the people.

Listening to her husband singing happily, Li Yifang also hummed along. The two held arms and walked leisurely in the Summer Palace where the sun was setting in the west. Full of joy in life.

These songs not only have a huge influence in China, but even in Europe. The European literary and artistic circles did not criticize these songs, on the contrary, they were very lamented why China could have such military songs that stood with the people. Europe is not without military songs, and the march-rhythmic music begins with the Marseillaise, which begins with the singing: You see the tyrant is facing us, raising the blood-stained flag, raising the blood-stained flag! Do you hear that? Murderous soldiers howl in our land, and they rush to your side and kill your wife and sons.

This kind of war song music can indeed unite the people and boost morale, but compared with China's military songs, it seems tragic and beautiful. Chinese music shook its European counterparts. After all, it is probably the upper class in Europe who has the feelings to sing about the beautiful land, and the upper class probably has no interest in singing about the beautiful scenery that the working people can be touched. The things they celebrate don't resonate with the lower classes of workers. It is only in a time when the country is in crisis that the two groups are likely to reach a limited consensus. This consensus is undoubtedly accompanied by death and bloodshed.

Just when Wei Ze and his wife were wandering hand in hand on the shore of Kunming Lake, looking at the beautiful scenery. Tens of thousands of miles to the west, a dark-skinned young black man sat under a tree by the river and sang in Zulu: "A great river has wide waves, and the wind blows taro on both sides......

There were some people standing nearby, who seemed to be his men. From the way they stood with their hands down, it could be seen that these people were all soldiers with some minimum military education. And these people were wearing yellow uniforms, with pistols stuck in belts around their waists, and shiny rifles in their hands. A little different from this modern soldier's attire, they also carry machetes on their backs, and at first glance the style is a ghost head knife made in large quantities in China. The handle of the knife was wrapped with a red cloth, and a foot-long red cloth remained at the end of the handle. The dark face and this outfit are matched, and there is really a feeling that it can be shot from afar, and can be slashed with a knife at near, and it is majestic.

"Good mountains, good water, good places, all roads are spacious. When a friend comes, there is good wine, and if the jackal comes, he is greeted with a shotgun. This is the strong motherland where I grew up. There is peaceful sunshine everywhere in this warm land. The singing youth was not affected by this awe-inspiring murderous aura, and although the Zulu language sang a little strangely, his singing voice was as melodious as the original Chinese version. His green eyes were full of melancholy, and he didn't stop after singing it once, but sang it again.

The Zulu prince was a bit different, and his experience was more akin to that of Peter I, if I had to be compared. The Zulu Kingdom fought against the British nearly a decade ago, and the Zulu warriors armed with javelins killed nearly 2,000 British lobster soldiers and won a great victory. However, this was only a victory, and it did not allow Zulu to win the war. After a series of wars, and the internal division of the Zulu State, the Zulu State was defeated.

So His Royal Highness, who had been in contact with some of the world, crossed the strait and arrived in the Chinese province of Madagascar incognito. Here, His Royal Highness the Prince came into contact with modern industrial society. The Zulu people, who had a highly militarily organized structure, practiced an age group system, in which boys were drawn into age groups when they reached puberty, and each age group formed a part of the Zulu army. The people drawn into the age group left home and were stationed in the royal barracks, with the king directly commanding the entire army. After these young men were incorporated into the legion, they could marry only when the king approved the entire age group.

With this level of social foundation, His Royal Highness started as a dock worker and quickly integrated into the local society with rapid industrial development. Two years later, His Royal Highness had barely learned some Chinese, and he had given himself a Chinese name, "Yucun". In Southern Africa, rain is a big deal. And the village in the rain is so beautiful, and it occupies a good impression in the impression of His Royal Highness Prince Yumura.

Rain Village came to Madagascar to find out what a powerful country really looked like. In this era of poor transportation, a black man in southern Africa, even if he was a prince, had no chance to travel thousands of miles to Europe. Even in the nearby white colonies, the danger of blacks going was not small. Whites don't let go of any suspicious blacks, and the blacks of the South in this era all have families, and a black man who has no family and is interested in anything new is as conspicuous as a white rabbit on a coal pile. Only in Madagascar are locals considered human beings, with various opportunities to participate in the new country.

Beginning in 1884, China's involvement in southern Africa skyrocketed, and Prince Yumura's actions were different from ordinary black men long on the attention of the Madagascar provincial police, and his identity as a Zulu prince was soon exposed. So the prince of Yucun didn't have to explore hard, and China directly brought him into modern society.

Cultural education can be suspended, and military education must be strengthened. With the help of China, Prince Yumura, who had received basic education and investigation, soon returned to the fragmented Zulu kingdom and armed an army loyal to Yucun with the help of Chinese instructors.

"General, shall we go back?" Watching his prince sing to the river, both in terms of tune and content, is very different from the witchcraft of asking for rain. The adjutant next to him couldn't help but interrupt the feelings of the prince and general.

General Yucun stopped the provinces, he turned his head and said, "There is going to be a war." ”

The adjutant stood up and replied loudly: "Yes, there will be a war!" ”

"So......" General Amamura stopped talking. After spending several years in Madagascar, he discovered that he actually preferred Chinese songs. See for yourself how the island is as the song goes, "In order to open up new horizons, awaken the sleeping mountains and change the appearance of the rivers." If a country wants to be truly strong, it must have its own industry. But an industrialized Zulu state only exists in the imagination of Rain Village.

However, General Amamura quickly broke free from his personal emotions, and if he could not unify the already divided Zulu State, there would be no future. The biggest obstacle standing in the way of General Yumura now was not the British, nor the Boers of the Transvaal Republic. The most important threat was the Zulu forces that had taken refuge in the British. Only by eliminating the upper echelons of these Zulus and bringing them under the control of Yucun can we rebuild the fragmented Zulu state.

The sad mood disappeared from the green eyes and was replaced by a sharp gaze. Standing up, Yucun walked to the military camp not far away. The attendants followed General Rain Village back to the army camp. I don't know who opened it first, but another Zulu tune soon sounded in the group.

"Forward, sons and daughters of the Zulus, rise up, a glorious day awaits you!

You see the white people are raising blood-stained flags against us, raising blood-stained flags!

Do you hear that? Murderous soldiers howl in our land, and they rush to your side and kill your wife and sons.

Arm, compatriots, organize the ranks!

Advance! Advance! Use the filthy blood of white men as manure for our fertile fields! ”