January 1, 1913 said that the Chinese never celebrated the New Year of the Western calendar, but today there is something special. As soon as the day dawned, the district councilors of Anqing and Wuhu put their suits hot and their shoes shiny, and dressed them neatly, and let their wives and children go door-to-door with gifts and smiles on their faces. This is a compulsory course for councillors, and it is commonly known as a vote-greeting to voters in their constituencies.

If you want to be a member of parliament and enjoy a salary of 150 yuan a month, plus 20 yuan for each meeting, it is naturally impossible not to go to the vote. The parliamentarians in Anqing and Wuhu are full-time, and after being elected, they need to rent offices out of their own pockets to receive visiting voters. However, compared to the high salaries of parliamentarians, it is still quite worth the money. The district councillors meet twice a month, 24 times a year, and the income from the carriage and horse fees alone is 480 yuan, plus the annual salary of 1,800 yuan, which is quite a good income.

District councilors can supervise the city's appearance, transportation, culture, education, and health, and corruption at the grassroots level, and can also propose impeachment against the district government, and as long as two-thirds of the councillors agree, the officials of the district government can be removed from office. The common people have also discovered the benefits of the district council, and the parents can ask the councillors to help mediate the trivial matters, and the proprietors can also ask the councillors to help with things such as deducting wages and fighting lawsuits. In these years, the common people rarely move, and after offending a person, the neighbors will know that the legislators will not dare to put on a stinky spree, otherwise they will lose a lot of votes in the next election, and they will lose a lot of money.

Becoming a member of parliament is not only a symbol of social status, but also a tangible financial benefit. The district councillor earns more than 2,000 yuan a year, and the top family has a large landlord with 1,000 acres of fertile land.

The position of the district chief is equivalent to the county magistrate of the former Qing Dynasty, and a few years ago it was a figure who could destroy the people, and now he often sets up a stage to give speeches, crying and shouting and begging the people to vote for him, and some of them are thick-skinned, so they simply kneel on the stage and roll around to ask for votes.

Soon, this plan for district-level elections was replicated in Jiujiang and Nanchang, and almost all of the officials who had been appointed by Li Liejun were ousted, and not only that, but they were also impeached by the district council. When Li Liejun was administering Jiangxi, in order to raise funds for Sun Wen and the Kuomintang, he almost scraped the sky three feet higher in the whole province, especially Jiujiang and Nanchang, which were relatively economically developed. The rich families were looted, and the poor were even more sold their children, and the higher Li Liejun's prestige in the Kuomintang, the more miserable the people of Jiangxi became. In order to curry favor with Li Liejun, those officials did everything they could to kidnap their homes, and their methods were outrageous.

Now that the people of Jiangxi have votes, Jiangxi's parliamentarians will inevitably curry favor with them, and impeaching the officials of Li Liejun's era has become the best way to buy votes. One by one, the officials who had succeeded in the remnants were taken down, and then quickly prosecuted.

The preponderance of the judicial reading and the common law system was evident in this particular period, when these officials were almost invariably found guilty by juries, and whenever the law lagged behind the crime and could not find a corresponding punishment in the law, new precedents appeared, which gradually became the norm and finally became written law through Parliament.

For the first time, the common people found that the legislators of the Republic of China were much kinder than the old men of the former Qing Dynasty Council, and they really did things for themselves. For the first time in their lives, they also understood the power of votes, as long as the people are willing, they can lift a person up to the sky and become a human being, and they can also kick him down to become a flat-headed people, and they can even pull down those guys who eat people and don't do things, making him a stinky shit that is despised by thousands of people.

The system of one person, one vote is gradually changing the ruling areas of Chai Dongliang such as Anhui and Jiangxi, and when the common people have the means to resist the government, the original pent-up hatred for the government has gradually decreased, and the anger has gradually turned into harmony.

Instead, they sympathized with the elected officials and felt that they were a bit disgraced. Those well-dressed old men cried and shouted and begged the people to elect them as officials, patted their chests and swore that they would improve livelihood, education, transportation and other issues of concern to the people, these things are related to the vital interests of every people, they will naturally pay attention, but they always feel that this way is unseemly. The Chinese people's demand for officials is the lowest in the world, and when they see their pitiful faces, they can't help but feel a flood of sympathy. And those who are running for parliament and officials have also seen the cheapness, and one by one they have begun to play the bitter card, depending on who can pretend to be pitiful more.

Where power comes from, allegiance will be there! The official position of the former Qing Dynasty was given by the boss, so it is natural to be the official, and the district mayor and district councilor are made by the votes of the people.

On the New Year of the Western calendar, the Military Advisory Office had a day off, and Chai Dongliang finally stole half a day of leisure. At this time, he was almost exhausted. The war in Mukden has always made him fearful, and the final result is not bad, the Jianghuai army defeated the Morita brigade of the Fifth Division under the condition of equal strength, of course, this also has an element of luck, the advance army occupied the west gate of Fengtian one step earlier than the army, and pulled out a group of artillery from the patrol battalion to obtain the support of heavy weapons on the fort.

But God can only help those who help themselves, if it weren't for the bloody battle of Zhang Mingqi's company before, the west gate of Fengtian would have been lost a long time ago, and those who were bombarded by artillery should have become the advance army. Zhang Mingqi's flag slogan that moved everyone: Shoot at me. It has always made Chai Dongliang's heart surge, and there is always a man in front of him whose face is blurred by the smoke of gunpowder, waving two small flags, and summoning the robe with his last strength: Fire at me!

After nearly a hundred years of humiliation, the national consciousness of the Chinese has been gradually awakened, and there are too many heroes who are generous and sad in this great era, and their stories need to be listened to and their great sacrifices will be known to future generations.

"Governor, the Dongcheng District Council is fighting, should we send troops to suppress it?" Fang Qingyu hurriedly ran in from outside.

Chai Dongliang couldn't help but wonder, he didn't expect this phenomenon to appear so quickly.

"Bullet pressure what? Let them fight! The parliament is the legislature, and the police are not allowed to interfere with it, so you are making this fun and trying to find yourself bored? Chai Dongliang said with a smile.

Fang Qingyu said with a bitter face: "But this is too unorthodox, the dignified national legislature, the parliamentarians are fighting, if this spreads, won't it become a laughing stock?" ”

Chai Dongliang smiled: "What are you afraid of? Parliamentary fights put disputes on the table, and it is not unorthodox, but it is better than them trading under the table, and it is a thousand times better for officials to protect the common people in secret, and it is much better than not doing the right thing in the corpse position. ”

Being able to fight shows that these people at least have their own ideas, if they raise their hands in unison no matter what, then this council can also be dissolved, and a group of puppets are still left for something. It is better to let them go home to farm and save some food for the people. Chai Dongliang remembered the legislature that would only raise his hand in later generations, and the "backbone of China" legislators who shamelessly claimed to have never voted against in his life.

This "backbone" seems to be specially prepared for the common people to poke the backbone!

"Governor, do you want to take a look?" Fang Qingyu said in a low voice: "Now that the district council is in session, there are newspapers supervising it on the spot, and it is not good for your reputation to spread it!" People will say that we are a mess here, and we don't have a royal law. ”

Chai Dongliang really hadn't seen what the parliamentary fight was like, and he was a little curious. Moreover, there is no media such as television in this era, Chai Dongliang can walk on the street at will, and no one will know him, which is much freer than the high-ranking officials of later generations.

"Okay, I'm fine anyway, so let's go and see!" Chai Dongliang just stood up and shook his head and said: "It's still not good, if I don't reveal my identity, the district council won't let me in. ”

Fang Qingyu said without thinking: "You go as a newspaper reporter, I have a certificate here." Chai Dongliang smiled and said: "It's still your ghost idea, okay, take a look!" ”

Wearing a pair of flat eyes with gold wires, a toothpick coat over the suit, and a snow-white woolen scarf around his neck, Chai Dongliang wanted to laugh when he looked at himself, this is a copy of Uncle Qin and Han in the Qiong Yao drama in the eighties!

"The governor looks good in everything!" Fang Qingyu said with a smile.

Chai Dongliang kicked him in the ass unceremoniously: "Don't shoot sycophants, like a reporter?" ”

"Like, like a god! If you were a reporter, Huang Yuanyong and Lin Baishui would have nothing to eat. ”

"Names? When did you kid learn to be so flamboyant? ”

"Dudu, it's you who want to be crooked, Mingji, famous reporter!"

"I'm talking about reporters, it's you kid who turned his head!"

Riding on a bicycle, Chai Dongliang, Fang Qingyu and others went straight to the location of the Dongcheng District Council, and several guards also dressed up as reporters, and pretended to carry a camera.

When he arrived at the door, he handed over his press card to the military police, and after a body search, it was confirmed that there was no murder weapon, Chai Dongliang and others were let in, and as soon as he arrived at the door, Chai Dongliang heard the scolding and shouting echoing in the auditorium.

"Be careful!" Fang Qingyu made a fierce tiger pounce, pushing Chai Dongliang aside.

I saw a chair fly over and slammed into Fang Qingyu's shoulder.

"Mu Chen, are you okay?" Chai Dongliang was shocked, this venue has become a battlefield!

"I'm fine!" Fang Qingyu was also taken aback.

I saw that in the venue, a female congressman dressed as a mother in her thirties with a round face was chasing a middle-aged man in her forties. When the congresswoman saw something, she grabbed it and threw it around, and the middle-aged man who beat him cried wolf, and the speaker broke the gavel to no avail. The two of them ran and chased after each other, and some of the parliamentarians coaxed the seedlings, some stretched out their legs to make stumbling, and some rolled up their arms and sleeves to fight Taiping Boxing, and all kinds of ugliness were not too numerous to mention. Photojournalists are grasping these precious shots, and text reporters are constantly recording them in small notebooks.

Chai Dongliang asked a reporter who was watching the excitement: "What's the matter?" ”

The reporter pointed to the middle-aged congressmen who were scurrying around the venue and said in surprise: "This guy has a cheap mouth, and that shrew is fierce enough, so he started fighting!" This church school is really good! ”

He began to talk like a river, and Chai Dongliang listened with a depressed face.

In the district council elections in Anqing and other places, women can also run. The topic of discussion today is the consideration of education funding. Some advocate increasing the cost of girls' schools to make more girls educated. The middle-aged male congressman was very disdainful of this, and he openly declared that women should go around the pot at home, and even complained that women could run for district councillors. The speech is also quite rude, especially the words "Ji Si Chen" and "The old lady is in charge, the house is down" and the like annoyed all the female parliamentarians.

In the early years of the Republic of China, most of the female parliamentarians were feminists, a group of people who were stronger than men, and they always insisted that women and men have the same power to participate in politics and politics. A few months ago, when the League was reorganized into the Kuomintang and announced that the new party constitution would not admit party members with female surnames, Tang Qunying, the leader of the feminist movement, rushed to the podium and slapped Song Jiaoren in the face of more than 2,000 people.

Chai Dongliang also felt that this guy's mouth was a little cheap, what could he not say well, he had to pick up ugly hurtful words? But this woman is also fierce enough, as the principal of Anqing Girls' Middle School, she is still a Christian wearing a cross, and it is really okay to chase and beat a big man all over the field. It's just that I don't know what the students she teaches will be like, and it is estimated that few men will dare to marry home!

Looking at the chairs and stationery flying all over the venue, Chai Dongliang finally understood why the British Parliament made the chairs fixed, and the distance between each row of chairs should be more than one sword. It is estimated that in the British Parliament that year, there were many incidents of drawing swords and stabbing each other.

The venue is like a battlefield! The legislators represent the interests of various constituencies and blocs behind their backs, and they all pat their chests on the constituents, and if they can't do it, they will have to get out. Not only is their social status damaged, but their good salaries and travel expenses are gone, how can they not work hard?

The middle-aged man ran all over the field, and ran in front of Chai Dongliang without paying attention, only to see his head flash to the right, and a black thing appeared in front of Chai Dongliang's eyes.

The incident happened suddenly, Chai Dongliang couldn't dodge, and he felt a hot pain in his forehead, and it was black and red when he touched it with his hand. The head has been opened, and the snow-white scarf has become an ink painting, which is also decorated with red plum blossoms.

Black is ink, red is blood!

Chai Dongliang was angry and anxious, this is really lying down and getting shot!

When Fang Qingyu and the guards saw that Chai Dongliang was injured, their faces suddenly changed greatly, and they rushed up and knocked the two people who were fighting to the ground. Fang Qingyu gritted his teeth and looked at Chai Dongliang, waiting for his instructions.

(To be continued)