The lavishly decorated silver ghost of Rollslas carried Chai Dongliang and Liang Qichao around Anqing, and along the way, Liang Qichao was shocked by the clean and tidy cityscape, and compared with the big cities such as Yanjing and Guangzhou, which are full of sewage, the streets of Anqing can almost be described as spotless. The shops on the side of the street, the shopkeepers and their men spontaneously cleaned the road in front of the door, and the garbage was loaded into special bins, waiting for the garbage truck sent by the government to collect them. There are also evergreen bonsai and proud frosty plums in front of the store, and there is a sweet fragrance of flowers in the air.

"Squeak", the silver ghost in the driving stopped abruptly, Liang Qichao looked up, and a red light lit up in front of him.

Street patrol officers wear crisp uniforms to direct traffic, and unlike other cities, new electric traffic lights are installed at intersections at various transportation hubs in Anqing. The red, yellow and green traffic lights are clear at a glance, and it is eight o'clock in the morning, which is the peak period for civil servants and factory workers to go to work, but whether it is the Western cars of high-ranking officials and wealthy businessmen, or the bicycles of ordinary people, passers-by on foot, or horse-drawn carriages and mule carts led by peddlers and pawns to sell pulp, no one crosses the road casually, as long as the red light of the traffic light is on, even if it is a three-foot child, they will consciously stop. And what shocked Liang Qichao was that after walking all over the city of Anqing, he didn't see a single person on horseback, let alone the horseback officers who were often seen in Yanjing City galloping on the streets, frightening pedestrians and vendors.

The pedestrians on the street were in a hurry, everyone was dressed cleanly, even the old clothes that could no longer be seen were washed neatly, and people's faces were filled with reverence for the happy life of the future.

Liang Qichao was inexplicably surprised, the scene on the street can be faked, but the radiant expression on people's faces is difficult to disguise, it is a kind of happiness from the bottom of his heart, and this kind of look he has never seen in the whole of China.

"The governor is well governed, and Liang admires the five-body throw!" Liang Qichao praised from the bottom of his heart.

Chai Dongliang smiled and said to the driver: "Drive to the southern suburbs of the city." ”

Cars travel through the streets and alleys of Anqing, the prosperity of the street is no less than Shanghai, Guangzhou and other big cities, rich businessmen and tycoons, peddlers and pawns have their own pleasures, after more than two years of Chai Dongliang's governance, the result of light and thin endowment is that businessmen from all over the country gather in Anhui and Jiangxi, enjoying the rare peaceful scene in the troubled times.

When they got out of the city, the scene changed suddenly, the southern suburbs were a dilapidated scene, the ragged homeless people dragged their homes with their mouths, and the women whose eyes had not been wiped off directly poured the night pot to the side of the road, and the yellow and white things flowed all over the street, and the passers-by covered their noses and walked quickly, and their mouths were still cursing and swearing. The patrol police blow sharp copper whistles, carry batons and foreign knives to force those who defecate everywhere to go to public toilets, and the vendors who set up random stalls are chased by the police everywhere, but often the police come and run, and as soon as the police leave, they block the road tightly.

This scene is all too familiar to Liang Qichao, this is the standard scene of a Chinese city in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, almost every city.

"Mr. Zhuoru, can you still say that I have a good way of governing now?" Chai Dongliang said with a wry smile.

Within a city, there is a clear distinction, and this stark contrast makes Liang Qichao not know what to say.

"Mr. Zhuo Ru, the people living in the city are all Anhui locals, the land reform has divided the fields for them, and the mineral resources have been shared with them, so it can be said that this Anhui is theirs, and the Military Advisory Office is just a housekeeper for them. Most of the people living outside the city are refugees from Henan, and they have no share in the land, and the Military Advisory Office just gives them two bowls of thin porridge??? Seeing this, what does the gentleman think? ”

Liang Qichao was stunned for a while, he didn't know how to describe the scene he saw, if it was a problem of the quality of the Chinese people, why did the locals in Anhui have a high quality, while the displaced people in Henan were of low quality? It's all Chinese, which doesn't make sense!

"Mr. Zhuoru, this is what you see in the United States, right? The white ghetto is clean and tidy, while the Chinese live in a dilapidated and filthy place! Why is this so? Quite simply, the system! The United States is a white country, white people have the right to vote, and the Chinese do not, with the right to vote, there are people who speak for them, for them to claim rights, the United States development benefits have their share, the same is true of Anhui, the economic development of the area controlled by the Jianghuai Army, the whole people can benefit, governing the country is like governing the family, who is willing to do bad things about their own house? The house will be repaired if it is broken, and the house will be sprinkled and cleaned when it is dirty, and the same is true for governing the country, the people in the city enjoy all kinds of rights and interests, they regard Anqing as their home, and they will naturally cherish it, while the displaced people outside the city only regard it as a temporary place of residence. ”

Liang Qichao listened and nodded incessantly.

"Mr. Zhuo Ru, two years ago, Anhui people and current Henan people are not the slightest different, the quality of the people of the two provinces is generally the same, but now there is a difference between cloud and mud, why not? System! Let the people deeply feel that this country is theirs, this political axe is for them, the people will naturally cherish this country and this city as their own family, if they can't do this, they will all regard the country as the emperor or the president, and the city as an official, how can the people cherish it??? I dare to conclude that if these displaced people in Henan are given the same treatment as the natives of Anhui, given them the same land, let them share in the mineral income, and let their children receive free education, within three years, their quality will be the same as that of the locals??? Mr. is talented, Chai admires him very much, but Mr. Chai does not agree with Mr. Chai on the quality of the Chinese people! ”

Liang Qichao was full of shame, leaned sideways in the car and said: "Qichao thinks he knows the national situation, but now he knows the big mistake, he is ashamed, he is ashamed!" ”

Chai Dongliang laughed and comforted: "Mr. has been advocating changing the law to become stronger, educating thousands of students to serve the country, and making great achievements. ”

Liang Qichao's insight is already the top in China in this era, but due to the limitations of the knowledge pattern, it is inevitable that there will be omissions, but it would be very unkind to blame him for seeking perfection, after all, this is the limitation of the times. Chai Dongliang has more than a hundred years of knowledge as a traveler, and there is a large amount of information provided by the book friend group, which is an incomparable advantage for Liang Qichao.

Seeing a person like Liang Qichao, who is famous in history, bowed to him, Chai Dongliang felt an irrepressible pride in his heart.

"Mr. Zhuoru, can you stay in Anqing to help me?" Chai Dongliang hit the railway while it was hot.

Liang Qichao bowed to the ground: "Dare not obey your fate!" ”

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Liang Qichao's arrival caused an uproar, and everywhere he went, he was enthusiastically sought after by the people, and every university in Anhui and Jiangxi, whether public, private or church-run, the president invited him to give lectures with the most humble attitude and the most enthusiastic language. The worship of young students for him is definitely no less than the idol worship of the star-chasing clan in later generations.

After Liang Qichao came to Anqing, he announced in the newspaper that he would quit the Progressive Party and join the Democratic Constitutional Party.

This result made Chai Dongliang very satisfied, the fly in the ointment was that Liang Qichao was unwilling to take up the position of political axe, and devoted himself to education, Chai Dongliang saw that he was obsessed with teaching and educating people, so he had to accept the idea of letting him replace the old bureaucrat Cheng Dequan as the governor of Jiangsu. According to Liang Qichao's original intention, he just wanted to be a professor in the university and be a disciple to the younger students. However, he couldn't bear Chai Dongliang's repeated warm invitations, and finally reluctantly served as the director of education of the Jianghuai Patrol Embassy.

Liang Qichao was willing to assist Chai Dongliang, and the impact on the domestic elites was too great, and batch after batch of intellectuals and politicians and bureaucrats came to Anqing to find an errand under Chai Dongliang. The first to come were the members of the National Assembly, the first to bear the brunt of the Kuomintang members who were disbanded by Yuan Shikai, the nine directors of the Kuomintang, except for Chai Dongliang himself, Huang Xing, who followed Sun Wen to the book, and Song Jiaoren, who was assassinated, the remaining six people all rushed to the case, the Senate and the House of Representatives of the National Assembly were known as the eight hundred Arhats, and after being disbanded by Yuan Shikai, I heard that Liang Qichao went to Anqing and followed no less than 500 people. With so many celebrities gathered in Anqing, everyone in the Anhui Provincial Council was in danger, for fear that they would rob them of their positions. Cultural celebrities, political elites, legal masters, and social elites rushed to Anqing in droves, and the staff of Chai Dongliang and the Military Advisory Office were too late to receive them.

For a long time, Chai Dongliang's political and managerial personnel who had been plaguing him have been greatly alleviated, and the personnel registered in the Civil Service Administration have been able to initially meet the needs of Jiangxi and Anhui provinces, and some of the management personnel can also be transferred to other parts of the country to help Mongolia's Kuang Haishan and Fengtian's Gu Nanshan complete local construction. Various universities in Anhui and Jiangxi have taken advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to offer high salaries to hire those legal giants and celebrities in the cultural circles to teach.

Although Chai Dongliang is dizzy from drinking every day, his heart is happy to bloom, looking at the team of celebrities under his command, he can't help but feel a sense of villain ambition among the heroes of the world!

(To be continued)