Unlike the coming of the end of the Manchu Dynasty. The 21-year Ming Dynasty is a thriving and prosperous era. For ordinary people, this is a peaceful and prosperous era that has not been seen for a long time.

What did Da Ming look like at this time?

Perhaps the people of this era cannot give an accurate definition or an accurate description.

Civilization is developed, science is advocated, and the world is peaceful......

Words such as these can be used to describe the current Ming Dynasty. Over the past 20 years. The changes that have taken place in the Ming Dynasty are unimaginable, and can even be said to be earth-shaking.

If a person from another space came to the Da Ming of Xingqian for twenty-one years, he would be surprised to find that the current Da Ming was more like a mixed body. His whole is still stuck in the seventeenth century, and his social, intellectual, and academic aspects are mostly stuck in the seventeenth century, but many industrial civilizations that should have belonged to the nineteenth century have also appeared in this country.

Steam engines, trains, ships, and telegraphs have all appeared in this land, and there is no doubt that the Ming Dynasty has already begun an industrial revolution with the steam engine as the core. The steam engine has influenced the lives of people in the world in many ways. The emergence of trains, ships and other means of transportation shortened the world of the Ming Dynasty in terms of space, but the telegraph fundamentally changed the Ming Dynasty, not only allowing the Ming center to directly grasp what was happening in the frontiers thousands of miles away, but also allowing the people to fully enjoy the changes brought by information transmission to life.

It is this kind of change that has fundamentally changed the Ming Dynasty and changed this era.

Almost on the day when Li Dingguo personally led an army of 150,000 troops to attack the Manchu Qing Dynasty, newspapers in the Ming Dynasty, north and south of the Great River published news one after another, and most of the news used "The Last Battle" to describe the battle.

People have long expected this day to come, although it has been a long time, but after twenty-one years of waiting, today, this day has finally arrived.

For some, this day may not be important, but for others, it is the day they have been waiting for for a long time. For many years, they have been waiting for this day, waiting for the day to tell those who have died that their great vengeance has been avenged.

As a reporter, Zhao Yongchun understands the news faster than others, almost after the Ming army conquered Kurdai and annihilated more than 10,000 enemies. Unlike the cheers of the others, Zhao Wing Chun came to the tomb outside the city.

It was a huge tomb located outside the city of Jinan, it was more like a huge hill, and sometimes people even thought of it as a hill around Jinan. Perhaps for a lot of people, they've even forgotten what's buried there. Underneath that tomb were buried hundreds of thousands of people from Jinan who had been slaughtered during the Houjin period. Zhao Yongchun's father and mother died at that time, when he hid in the dark channel of the gutter at home, and he and his little sister survived.

In many cases, even those who witnessed it choose to forget something, but today, he is here again, after all, he can't choose to forget.

An incense burner, a few incense sticks, and a few fruits were placed in a saucer, and they were placed in front of the grave one by one, and then Zhao Yongchun knelt there and said silently.

"Daddy, Wing Chun came to see you, Daddy, maybe after a while, our revenge in Jinan City will be avenged, this battle, the court will definitely destroy the ...... of Jiannu"

Zhao Yongchun, who was kneeling in front of the grave, didn't know if his father and mother could hear it, but for him, it was a comfort, just like when Jinan City was recovered by the Ming army, he also came here to worship his father and mother and tell them the good news of Jinan's recovery.

On that day, in front of this tomb, incense was burned everywhere, and the prosperity of incense was far beyond people's imagination, and even the incense ashes were piled up into a hill.

But now?

This mound of righteousness is empty, although in the park around the mound of righteousness, there are many tourists, but after passing the memorial arch of the mound of righteousness, he is the only one who worships in this mound of righteousness.

In the past 20 years, many people have chosen to forget, they have forgotten how their ancestors died tragically under the butcher's knife of the Qing army, and how their ancestors sacrificed their lives and forgot to die in order to protect the clothes and crowns of the Han people.

It is a human instinct to forget pain.

Not only do young people who have not experienced those pains choose to forget, but even Chiu Wing Chun sometimes chooses to forget, he does not want to think of those pains.

It's like he didn't call his sister.

The reason why he didn't call his sister over was precisely because, deep in his heart, he even hoped that his sister could forget all this, only in this way would she not live in the pain of yesterday.

Even as a witness, sometimes we want to forget all this, and only by forgetting the pain of yesterday can we start today.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw a man next to him who was also offering sacrifices there, as if he was worshipping his ancestors.

Only a handful of people can remember it all, and only a handful of people will come here and tell those who are dead, that it is coming to an end.

Come to an end.

They waited decades for this end. They have been waiting silently, and finally today they see the possibility of an end.

After a while, when the man got up, he saw Zhao Wing Chun staring at him, and squeezed out some smiles.

"Brother Tai knows the good news from the Western Regions?"

Wang Kaiyuan looked at this person and asked.

"It's a big win!"

Zhao Yongchun nodded and said calmly.

"Well, although it's still early, this must be the last battle, King Jin is a famous general in the world, with him presiding over the battle array, coupled with the courage of the officials and soldiers, he will definitely be able to settle the battle and annihilate the Jiannu."

For them, the end is not just about defeating the enemy. The end is to make those people disappear completely. They may have chosen to forget, but deep down, they never forget.

"Oops, I've been waiting for more than ten years, and I've finally waited for this day!"

Standing in front of the Yimin Tomb, Wang Kaiyuan said with a sigh, perhaps because of excitement, his white beard trembled.

"Back then, when Jiannu slaughtered Jinan, I was only ten years old, and now I am in my sixties.

Decades have passed. For decades, he has been waiting, waiting, and now that day has finally arrived. While he was alive, he finally saw the day come.

Maybe it's because the wait is so long. He was excited. It's more of a sigh, lamenting the wait for so long.

Wang Kaiyuan looked at Zhao Yongchun and asked,

"Brother Tai must be too?"

"It's also a person with a tiger's mouth and a knife!"

Zhao Yongchun glanced at the Yimin Tomb, and then said.

"The Zhao family has one hundred and eighty-seven people, and the only ones who are alive are me and my little sister, who was only five years old at the time......"

At the mention of the old things, tears flowed from Zhao Wingchun's eyes. The once prominent family was defeated under the butcher's knife of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and since then, Xiaomei has become his only relative in the world, and the excitement of the past can only be recalled in a dream at most.

And now, those pictures are becoming more and more blurry, not because he is old, but because he is unwilling, and he doesn't even dare to think about it, because every memory is too much pain, and the more beautiful the memory, the more pain it will often bring, and over time, he would rather forget, maybe forgetting can soothe the pain in his heart.

However, in many cases, he still remembers that he can still remember the joy of the past, and the appearance of his parents who were happy on their knees. Maybe that's because of that. For many years, he had not dared to forget all this, even though deep down she wanted to forget the pain.

How can some pains be easily forgotten? How can some of the scars be easily repaired?

"Hey, there are twenty-five people in the Wang family, and Xiao Lao'er survived alone, you see in this righteous mound, I don't know how many families have survived, and I don't know how many families have been killed by him, and the whole family has been wiped out."

Looking at the huge mound of righteousness, Wang Kaiyuan's eyes were full of tears, and he also looked a little excited. Then muttered.

"Dead, dead!"

"Yes, it's dead, because it's dead, so everyone can't remember it......"

That's often the way things are. When people die, no one will remember all this anymore. The living will forget everything. We will forget the pain of the past, they will forget everything that happened yesterday. In the end, they will even recognize the thief as their father.

"I'm afraid, in a few decades, the people of the world will forget all this, in fact, after we die, who will remember those people buried here?"

Wang Kaiyuan's words made Zhao Yongchun suddenly realize his responsibility. If this continues, many people will forget, why can't they write it all down while they are alive, and write it all down in words?

It's not just about writing down all of this, it's more important for everyone to see what happened yesterday. Only in this way will people not choose to forget, and only in this way can people remember the hatred of the past.

"Hey, those children in social studies, although they know about the ten days of Yangzhou, the three massacres in Jiading, and they have these in their books, but that's all, for them, the massacre of Jiannu back then, but that's all, but, that's more......"

Nodding thoughtfully, Zhao Yongchun knew that what Wang Kaiyuan said was the truth, an irrefutable fact, there was no massacre by the Manchus?

But apart from a "Righteous Tomb" or "Righteous Monument", what else can people remember?

The witnesses of the massacre are getting old, they are dying, and one day everything will be forgotten.

Maybe people will remember the ten days of Yangzhou and the three massacres of Jiading because of the information in the books, but how can they remember others? For many people, that's all they can remember, but they don't necessarily remember what happened around them. Because no one was going to remind them. No one even writes it down, and eventually all of them choose to forget.

Staring at this "Yimin Tomb" built in the first year of Xingqian, Zhao Yongchun was speechless for a long time, he stood there like this, as the editor-in-chief of "Shandong Weekly", he knew what he should do, not just write a book, not only record what happened in Jinan, he should write down everything.

On the same day, after returning home, Zhao Wing Chun, who had been unable to calm down for a long time, lay down in front of the case, and after pondering for a long time, he wrote an article, which was not only an article, but also a letter, which he copied dozens of copies overnight, and then in the early morning of the next day, he sent it to the well-known newspapers in Daming and the provincial newspapers.

It was early in the morning, when Wang Shuren arrived at the office of the Gongyi Bao, and as the editor-in-chief, after he had finished handling various affairs, his assistant handed him several letters.

"Editor-in-chief, in addition to a few private letters, there is also a letter written to you by Zhao Yongchun, editor-in-chief of Shandong Weekly,"

"Shandong Weekly? Zhao Yongchun? ”

There's no communication, and the largest local newspaper in Shandong is "Shandong Express", as for the weekly newspaper? I've never heard of it at all.

Tearing open the envelope, Wang Shuren unfolded the letter, and then took the letter and read it. Soon, his seemingly unwavering expression became serious and serious.

When he put down the letter, his heart could not be calmed for a long time, and he raised his head and said to his assistant.

"Book a train ticket to Jinan immediately, I'm going to Jinan."

In fact, in the past few days, it is not only Wang Shuren of the "Gongyi Daily" who has arrived in Jinan, but also the editors-in-chief of many well-known newspapers, all of whom rushed to Jinan as soon as they received the letter. Six days later, in a luxurious hotel box in Jinan, Wang Shuren saw many colleagues in the press, and Sun Wei, the editor-in-chief of Ming Pao, also arrived.

Today's gathering can even be said to be a grand gathering of the Daming newspaper circles, and the editors-in-chief of dozens of newspapers have rushed here.

The topic of discussion was very simple, that is, Chiu Wing Chun mentioned in the letter that as journalists, they have a responsibility to record history and record the atrocities that took place in various places.

"Ladies and gentlemen, first of all, I must explain that the reason why I mention this matter is not to incite hatred, but to record history, so that future generations can see what happened to our ancestors in the history books, what happened when Jiashen Lu sank, and what our ancestors fought for. Just for the crown? Or is it to preserve our civilization? What drove them to choose to fight, and what drove those rogues to return to the Ming Dynasty and become the backbone of the Ming Dynasty, is it the drive of the official position? ”

As the host, Zhao Yongchun expressed his views one by one, and it was his views that brought everyone here, and he did not refuse his invitation because Shandong Weekly was a small newspaper.

The reason why I make this appeal is to give future generations the opportunity to understand all this, and to record it through our pens, publish it in newspapers, and compile it in books while those who witnessed it are still alive, so that future generations can clearly see what happened in those years. Although it will awaken painful memories in us, I believe that all of this will make us more sensible, and we believe that man is no different from an animal if he loses his mind......"

Zhao Yongchun's words resonated with the public, as the editor-in-chief of the largest newspaper in the Ming Dynasty, "Ming Pao", Sun Wei said while expressing his praise.

"Editor-in-Chief Zhao, this is not an easy matter, I want to compile all this, just rely on us newspaper reporters to collect it, I'm afraid it's not so easy."

"Yes, in dozens of provinces and thousands of counties in the world, there are Manchu atrocities everywhere, and there are massacres everywhere, even in the records in the gazetteers, there are omissions, let alone with such reporters?"

Moreover, when a reporter interviews the person concerned, it is inevitable that there will be exaggeration, and if such a mistake is recorded as a text, it will always make people suspicious. So, we also need to correct some of these mistakes. ”

"That's why we need to compare carefully and interview as many people as possible."

"As much as possible? How long will it take? How much manpower do you need to invest? Editor-in-Chief Zhao, when we make newspapers, we also need to think about life, right? ”

"We do need to live, but now that it's been forty years since Jiashen, I don't know how many people who have witnessed it are getting old, they are dying, and soon, when they die, what else will we see? We can only see a few simple words in the gazetteer, and that's all, our descendants will think that we are not hesitating to die for the sake of the crown, for the sake of personal glory and wealth, and when the time comes, who will explain it for them, for those righteous people, for the dead? ”

Zhao Yongchun's rhetorical question made everyone fall into silence, they all knew that this was an extremely heavy work, and it was also a long work.

"It is the duty and mission of our generation and of us journalists to record all this, so that our descendants can see from it what really happened in those years!"

"But this is a very huge thing, maybe before we can finish it, the witnesses are already old, they and we are already old!"

"I have a way!"

Suddenly, Wang Shuren, who had never expressed any opinions, looked at everyone and said.

"If one person can't finish something in a hundred years, then a hundred people may be able to do it in a year, and if a hundred people need a thousand years to do it well, then 100,000 people can do it well in a year."

As soon as his words fell, someone said.

"Where are you going to find these 100,000 people?"

Faced with the rhetorical questions of others, Wang Shuren replied.

"Any place under the Ming Dynasty, in the Ming Dynasty, in Zhuxia, in the colonies, any person, anyone who lived through that era. What we need is for them to write to us what they have experienced, or what they think, and then we can gather them all together, proofread them, sort them out, and since it's happening all over the country, then we can let people all over the country tell us what happened to them and why they resisted! ”

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