"Toot!"

The flute of the steamer "Shenning" running in the Yangtze River broke the silence in the heart of the river.

On a small passenger ship of dozens of tons, the passenger seats are dozens of rows of benches, although they bought a ticket for a first-class official cabin, but they just replaced the benches with a layer of soft narrow bunks, sitting on the narrow bunks that resemble train sleepers, it really makes people feel uncomfortable, Chen Moran went to the side of the board from time to time to watch the river view, and Sun Mingjiu, who accompanied him to Jinling, had already fallen asleep when the boat came out of Wusongkou.

The river is flowing on the river, and the smoke of the cooking smoke rising from the villages on the shore is accompanied by passenger ships, and several passenger and cargo ships are carrying passengers and goods and spitting smoke on the river, but there are more white sails of various colors on the river. The river wind is mighty, although it is said in the summer, it still blows and makes people tremble. Standing alone in the corridor, facing the faintly surging river under his feet, Chen Moran, who had no reason, was full of pride.

Hundreds of millions of years, thousands of miles, the Yangtze River with the natural creation of the country. Splitting mountains and seizing land, night and night, affectionately embracing the sea. The Yangtze River, because it was reborn again and again, thus paving the survival resources of abundant food and clothing, gave birth to a beautiful Chinese civilization, but now, this once beautiful and world-leading civilization has disappeared under the enslavement of foreign races, which always makes him feel a little lost and annoyed.

When all kinds of emotions collided in his chest, suddenly, with a whistle, a warship of thousands of tons appeared in the distance and burst into Chen Moran's sight, and a dazzling rice flag could be seen on the warship, and the warship was getting closer and closer, and even the sneers on the ship could be seen clearly.

Looking at the British [***] ship sailing on the Yangtze River unscrupulously, looking at the foreign sailors laughing on the warship, Chen Moran only felt a red face, this sense of humiliation is far greater than the humiliation of seeing the foreign [***] ship in the Huangpu River when he was in Shanghai, he used all kinds of excuses to numb his senses, but now?

Holding the railing of the passenger ship with both hands, the waves drawn by the warship slapped on the small "Shenning" from time to time as the warship sailed by, and Chen Moran could even hear the frightened voices of the people on the passenger ship as the warship sailed by.

Is this still China's inland river?

"Can't get used to it?"

The voice from behind him did not have Wu Yue's softness, but it also carried a bit of northerners' roughness. Before Chen Moran could turn around, a man in a suit who looked like he was thirty years old held the guardrail with both hands.

"Just get used to it!"

"Habit?"

After a glance at this person, Chen Moran snorted with a sneer, especially looking at his braids behind his suit.

"If you let Brother Tai get used to others crossing the hall with you, Brother Tai can get used to it!"

Niu Yongjian, who was originally idle on the boat and came to the side to watch the river, but was a little unwilling under the excitement of the warship, looked at the person standing next to him when he heard this. Originally, he said that sentence because of the indignation in his eyes when he looked at the British [***] ship.

"What if you don't get used to it, there are as many as 33 [***] ships rampant on the Yangtze River, so you can't get used to it, I'm afraid it can only be like this!"

"I'm afraid that's the only way to go!"

Chen Moran snorted coldly again, but he didn't show much abnormality, just the first handful, looking at this person who seemed to have a righteous face.

"If this is a big China, even if everyone is afraid of it, it can only be like this, so it will end up in this field!"

Xu was angry in his heart, accompanied by the anger in his heart, and only let him spit out words that he had never said.

"This country is a weak country of the third rate, and the people who make up this country are humble laborers, cattle and horses, and spectators who can only find some pleasure in the killing of their own kind, and thousands of years of [***] have made people gradually forget to be human beings, to forget love and hatred, and to forget what is flowing in their bodies."

Chen Moran's voice was slightly low when he spoke, showing the sadness in his words, this may be the biggest emotion he felt when he came to this era, every time he saw those who were used to being slaves, he would feel inexplicable sadness, the people of later generations were selfish and self-interested and numb, not a work, it was really a numbness carved into the bones, carved into the bones of the slave surname, in later generations, that kind of numbness and slave surname was cleverly covered up with some dream words, and here people have no scruples to show it.

Although it was only a few words, Niu Yongjian's expression was full of surprise and incredulity, the person in front of him said the answer he had been looking for but couldn't find in one word, he had been distressed and confused about this answer, but now he was stunned.

China is a third-rate country that has been carved up, humiliated, and excluded from the mainstream discourse in the world, and the country's demise is an unsolvable question hanging in the hearts of him and many friends. What is it that has made this country so landed, is it only the [***] and weakness of the Manchus? Is it just because of the material resources of the Manchu Qing Dynasty that he bought his family name and five million domestic slaves?

The words of this person in front of him explained the root of the matter in one word, telling him that behind the so-called hot-blooded youth, there were more than 400 million people with braided hair—what kind of people were they!

It is a group of people who have gradually forgotten to be human beings, to love and hate, and to what is flowing in their bodies.

With surprise and instruction on his face, Niu Yongjian clasped his hands into fists and gave a courtesy.

"Mr. wakes up the dreamer with a word, and filial piety has been taught!"

When he returned the salute with his fists, Chen Moran realized his "wild words", and in the past few months, he seemed to be more and more unable to think calmly!

"I don't dare to teach, it's just a little nonsense!"

Thinking of his changes, he couldn't help but laugh at himself in his heart.

People's mentality is very wonderful, different times, different environments, there will always be various changes, when he first came to this time and space, he just wanted to let himself live the good life he dreamed of, but after the dream came true, he had a thought in his heart.

Thinking of the various changes in the past few months, Chen Moran couldn't figure out why he insisted on setting up a factory, and even dragged Sun Ming to Jinling for a long time this time, but what he wanted to find was still the "official" he was afraid to avoid in the past.

But it's really just for that blueprint, or because there are other thoughts hidden in my heart! There is still a thought buried in his heart, but that thought, he doesn't dare to think about it and doesn't want to think about it, because he knows what will happen if he really moves that thought, but is he really willing?

"A little nonsense? Brother Tai is polite, as Brother Tai said, if this is a big China, how many people dare to say such nonsense. ”

Niu Yongjian smiled when he spoke, knowing why this person changed his words.

"In the next button Yongjian! The word filial piety is straight. Didn't ask Mr. Daimyo! ”

Chen Moran, who was a little distracted, came back to his senses at this time, and hurriedly hugged his fists and said something.

"Chen Moran! Literally! ”

But it will be difficult for Chen Moran to put his mind into chatting with this Niu Yongjian.

Xu is unwilling to help his eyes cast his eyes on the British [***] ship that has gone away, looking at the warship rampant on the Chinese River, holding the hands of the barricade more and more forcefully, and even the palms of his fingers turned white, unwilling! Maybe the heart is numb, but how can you be willing to sit back and watch all this, but what if you are unwilling?

And how? Chen Moran suddenly felt as if he had returned to what he had laughed at before! He satirizes the Chinese people with his words, but isn't he also a member of the Chinese people? Like them, although they don't want to be slaves, they almost instinctively gradually forget to be a human being, forget their love and hatred, and forget what is flowing in their bodies.

Who are you to mock your fellow man? What have you done? You don't sit down at anything, you just say it self-righteously, you don't want to look at this, you don't want to look at that, but you're just a selfish and a layman!

“…… Revolution"

Suddenly, two words burst into his ears, only to explode in his head like thunder.