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The Purple Quartz entered port and underwent deck repairs and sail repairs.

It was not from Qi that he had returned, but he had departed from the capital by empty ship, and we knew that this was making final preparations.

Those of us who have the belief that if we do not succeed and die on the sea, in fact, some of the parties in the progressive alliance are equally respectable, and they are also people who can die for their beliefs.

Something happened again in the capital, and an official again proposed to publish a high tax and ban the low-level newspapers. The chivalrous faction split from the Progressive League launched an attack.

Two former comrades, carrying explosives from the mine, detonated the explosives as the carriage passed in front of the council.

The official was blown up, and the proposal to ban low-level newspapers and impose a hefty printing tax fell through for the time being.

Thank you for everything they do. They are doomed to fail, and they want to rely on a few people to maintain the justice in their hearts, but it is always impossible.

However, what they have done has really slowed down the possibility of regression.

Probably this is the meaning of the progressive alliance, we have differences, but we also have justice in our hearts, but the means of achieving it are different, but together we can move forward bit by bit.

Because the beauty of common recognition that we are pursuing now has not yet been realized. As for those differences in the future, it is not yet the time to turn against each other.

The National Assembly soon passed a resolution, and the Chivalry faction became the first party organization to be banned. The two attackers were sentenced to death by hanging.

The rest of the Progressive League was not implicated, and on the surface it was no longer a family. But secretly help must be necessary, and those who lead the way did not choose to flee to the Qi Kingdom.

On the one hand, they don't want to be accused of treason; On the other hand, they also knew that Qi would not allow such radicals to enter.

A man sent by a knight came to the island, and we persuaded them to go out to sea with them.

He laughed at us for running away and called us cowards.

He asked me, "Don't you object to the high printing tax on newspapers?" You keep saying that you want to make progress, but you don't dare to shed blood. We've got you a print tax exemption for your newspapers, but you still call us radical? If what you say radical is an accusation, we will only take it as a compliment.

He said, you are the same as Jian Chen, you have changed. They have become cowardly, they have become self-deceived, they have become afraid to sacrifice, and they only know that they are living in the fantasy of a ridiculous future, waiting for what you call to grow up.

Yes, he has the right to laugh at us. If it weren't for them, newspapers, the easiest propaganda tool to popularize, would have been strangled, and those comrades in our propaganda department would probably have gone to jail.

I was also in a hurry, took out a knife and chopped off my little thumb, telling him that we are not cowards, but in different ways, and now is not the time, and we need strategy!

I'm also too stupid, it's pointless to chop off my fingers in front of such people, because we are all the kind of people who are not even afraid of death.

He took my severed finger and smiled at me, saying that I hope he will live until the day when we call him old and when the time is ripe, and this severed finger will be a token.

On the same day, he took a boat to Mincheng, and I don't know what else they were going to do.

On the dock, I went to see him off, and looking at the back of the man, I said a word.

"Goodbye, comrade."

He smiled at me and said goodbye, but didn't call me comrade.

But before he got on the boat, he suddenly shouted at me, "Hey, you tell Jian Chen that he is a revolutionary who flies kites." Dodging the wind, rain, thunder, lightning, scorching sun, hiding behind the line. You ask him, do you remember the song of Haiyan that was recited in Mincheng? ”

"Tempest! The storm is coming, and we are the petrels! You and Jian Chen, but you can only pull the rope and fly the kite far away. ”

"Coward!"

December 24th.

The first anniversary of the Miners' Petition Campaign.

A few more empty ships docked and began to clean the decks, catch rats, prepare hemp rope and cloth, and mend the ship's side.

We have already begun to get excited, a large fleet of thirteen ships, not to make money, but to gamble on a future.

The Purple Quartz was no longer the flagship of this fleet, and a larger ship with a displacement of eight hundred square meters became the flagship, and the excess crew on the Purple Quartz was assigned to this ship.

It can be seen that Jian Chen's heart is still very soft.

It's like the first ship with such a beautiful name, called Purple Quartz; And the name of a new ship of 800 square meters is better...... Lanfang.

The fragrance of the orchid, the fragrance of the intoxicating eyes. Originally, we thought we would call names like Flying, Future, and Horizon, strange and feminine names.

Chen Jian also came to the island, and many other comrades of our New Mexico Party told us the news that December 24 was recognized by all the parties of the Progressive League as a holiday for workers.

A new holiday, Labor Day.

I hope that when the workers celebrate the holidays, they will not forget the price paid by the comrades who were killed in that mining area, and those who fought for it all in order to survive.

It does not fall from the sky, but it is the death of the dead.

The island is on holiday today, resting, of course we are going to have this festival.

December 25th.

Secret meetings within the party, recording is prohibited.

Before the meeting, Jian Chen joked with me, saying that I wanted to escape future labor, so I deliberately cut off my fingers.

When I said that mental work is also labor, everyone laughed and said that I was determined to be a mental worker.

It can be seen that everyone doesn't care about this finger, and even if you think about it, it's just a finger and not a head.

December 29th.

A five-day meeting.

A six-step plan for the future has been determined.

We are independent and self-reliant as a member of the Progressive League, but we are determined to maintain our independence.

We have left the name of the Mexican Party, but in fact, there are also entanglements of interests, and it turns out that everything in reality cannot be so ideal.

When the party property was distributed, Chen Jian gave up the original party property for the sake of the independence of the name of the Mexican Party -- in that case, he would have the right to take back a lot of things, and the leading power of the Progressive League would be pinched in our hands, and nothing could be done without money.

But he gave up, and we agreed to give up the dominance of the Progressive League.

In addition, a portion of the Mirror Factory's dividend annuity was used as a fund for the activities of the New Progressive League and for charitable organizations.

At the meeting in the past few days, we have elected a new Mexican Central Committee, four members of which will follow the ship to sea, and the remaining nine will remain in their homeland.

Qiao Tiexin was left in Mincheng, and he and his younger brother were finally reconciled. The cooperative movement also benefited from his brother's small textile workshop, and the two brothers seemed to have forgotten the cracks created by the soy sauce shop back then.

He loved his brother very much, I could tell it.

However, as an insider, I think Qiao Tiexin must be in pain.

It won't be long before the water-powered spinning machine and the hand-drawn loom will make an appearance, and then the two brothers will turn against each other again.

It has been set that these new machines will be promoted half a year after we go to sea. It's not the machine that's wrong.

Is this just? I hesitated.

But I know that if there really is a vast land, there will be more bankrupt people joining the colonial corporation.

With a six-step plan, we may only be able to complete the first two steps in our life.

Of course, if we fail to go to sea this time, or prove that there is no vast land outside, then the comrades who remain in Mincheng will have to face the last thing they want to face - we are not flying kites, we are also petrels, and in order to pursue the justice we want, we must be prepared to sacrifice, because there is no buffer, and we can only use the most violent means to solve the problem.

The tenth day of the first month.

The fleet is still being repaired, checked.

A new meeting is being held again, and this time it may last a long time.

We need to use complex and logical words to draw up several declarations, and formulate laws, regulations, and principles based on these declarations.

It's a big deal, although it seems pointless at this point.

The third day of February.

The more than twenty-day meeting finally came to an end, and all the participants were hoarse.

We have drawn up a series of things, such as "Human Rights", "The Boundary between the Public Interest and One's Own Freedom", "The Status of Working Women and Women", "New Morality and Law", "Ownership of Land and Natural Resources", "The Roots of Wealth", "Labor and Natural Resources and Wealth", and so on.

These things will be officially announced and based on the vast land of the future after we have found the future.

These treaties or declarations are not only the political program for our future colonies, but also for our homeland. We are not fleeing to the outside to build a new dream city, we will never give up our homeland, we are pursuing the interests of all and will never give up.

Yes, we are not fleeing to the outside to build a new Dream City, but to re-establish the Republic of the people when the conditions are ripe.

February 18.

Final preparations.

Grain, gunpowder, cannons, guns, seeds, farm tools, cats, fresh water, disinfectant bleaching powder, wine......

Barrels were loaded onto the ship.

The colony convoy of four hundred men was all joined, and there were one hundred and twenty more in the party, plus the various craftsmen and the more than nine hundred immigrants who were agitated, and the eighty trainees and pickets who were responsible for maintaining order on the ship.

We know there must be land to the west, but what does that land look like? Is it the same as we see when we go to the west, deserts, snow-capped mountains, rift valleys, volcanoes, and forests? Or will there be a vast plain like the banks of a great river?

Will there be anyone there? Will there still be those horseback riders who have been wiped out in the homeland of China and died out in the homeland of China? Or will there be a legend that there will be a group of people of the same skin color as us who migrated west, but in the decimal system?

If we weren't alone, what would the outside world look like?

Sheik? Princely? Republic? Hereditary? Or is it something we haven't seen before, but it's real?

What do they use? Stone? Bronze? Iron?

What are their weapons? Bow and arrow? Muskets? Spear? Sword?

What do they believe in? Ancestor? God? The Ascending Divine Tree of those ethnic groups in the south back then?

What do their words look like? What is their language?

What do they eat? Wheat, millet, rice? Or is it something else?

What do they use for money? Gold? Copper? Silver? Or do you use shells as you did hundreds of years ago? Pottery?

How do they live? Hunt? Nomadic? Farming?

What is their level of science...... Perhaps, only this one is generic. The prism can split light here, and it can also split light there, which is the only foundation we can rely on.

If they exist, whose land does they own?

If they exist, what should we do with them?

If you are lonely for a long time, you will always forget your loneliness and take loneliness as the norm.

People who have experienced not being lonely know loneliness.

We've been lonely for too long, and no matter what kind of people are there, at least we're not alone anymore.

Sail, if there is no future, let us be buried in the sea, let the future be buried with life.