The cold wind outside the house was like a gust of wind, blowing the dead trees in the courtyard and roaring, and the snow on the branches was shaken off from time to time, splashing up clumps of snow, and a few chickens in the courtyard came back to forage in the snow. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The room is warm, near the window, the tinplate pipe of the cast iron stove stretches straight out of the window, the copper kettle lid on the stove is slightly hot, and a young man by the stove is lying on the desk looking at the book, unlike the previous years when reading a book need to carry a charcoal stove, this room has a cast iron stove on the warm and dry, sometimes even makes people feel a little sleepy.

This stove and honeycomb coal inadvertently changed the lives of many people, at least for the city people along the river, every winter no longer need to worry about firewood, cheap briquettes and stoves, it is far more convenient to use than firewood, especially this cast iron furnace can not only be connected to hot water all year round, in winter to connect a few iron pipes, can make the room become warm, although not as good as the fire pit in the north, but for the southerners who are used to the cold winter, this is indeed a kind of enjoyment.

But at this time, Niu Yongjian did not have the leisure to feel this enjoyment, but immersed in the heart-wrenching pain brought by books, he felt that his hands were trembling, and there was a voice in his heart shouting there, so that he couldn't extricate himself.

"Tisheng ......"

Suddenly the door opened, and a cool breeze poured into the room, only allowing Niu Yongjian to recover from the sorrow in his heart, looking at Wu Jingheng who walked in, he just smiled reluctantly.

"Zhihui, why are you here?"

Seeing his friend enter the house, Niu Yongjian hurriedly invited him to sit down, and then picked up a bamboo-shell thermos from the tea tray on the table to pour tea for him. Pour boiling water into a teacup. The boiling water in which the tea was brewed suddenly changed color. This thermos is worth more than two taels of silver to use, especially for the students in the college, and there is no need to worry about the hospitality without tea. Although the price is expensive, if you calculate it, it can't compare to the firewood cost of boiling water every day, as long as you are careful not to break it.

"Have a cup of tea first and warm up!"

When he was invited to tea, Niu Yongjian's face was still a little abnormal. Looking at his friend's expression, Wu Jingheng asked on the side.

"What, Tisheng, what's bothering?"

"Annoying?"

Shaking his head, Niu Yongjian looked at Wu Jingheng and said.

"China Book Society published "Jiangyin Eighty-One Diary", Jing Heng, have you read it?"

Although no one knows where the China Book Society is, in the past few months, the books it publishes have been passed on privately among readers, and people will always burst into tears after reading them, which can always provoke that fragile nerve. Provoke emotions that people have suppressed in their hearts.

Now the books of the China Book Society are only quietly sold in some bookstores. But for readers, they know that they should go to those bookstores to buy, every time, when a new book arrives in the bookstore, it will always be sold out immediately, and even the "Han and Tang Dynasty Clothes" made by the reader will be instantly bought out.

The "Jiangyin Eighty-One Diary" in Niu Yongjian's mouth is a new book published by the book club after the month of Layue, which records the history of Yan Yingyuan and the people of Jiangyin resisting the Qing Dynasty.

"Eighty days with allegiance, the seventeenth dynasty of Taizu; 100,000 people died with one heart and left 300 miles of rivers and mountains in the Ming Dynasty. Yan Dianshi, the people of Jiangyin, and my loyalty to China can express the ...... of the sun and the moon."

When he muttered these words, Wu Jingheng, who had a hint of pain on his face, chipped softly.

"The white bones are all over the field, thousands of miles of lonely loyalties are not willing to surrender, and the pedestrians are not as good as the dead people!"

Reading the desperate poem of the nameless woman's funeral in the book, tears involuntarily flowed out of Wu Jingheng's eyes, and the teacup in his hand was even more light and his hands trembled lightly and made a slight sound, young people are always easy to be touched, maybe for the elderly, they always have such and such scruples, but for young people, they have a lot less scruples.

"Standing in this Jiangyin city, looking at the people on the street, and then looking at the Minglun Hall, have the people of Jiangyin ever remembered that their ancestors were killed by the Manchu Tartars? Could it be that the bloody nature of our Chinese is to kill all the Tatars like this? Could it be that under the "hair without head" back then, the blood of our Chinese was all killed? ”

A roar burst out from Niu Yongjian's throat, but his eyes were overflowing with boundless pain, pain and hatred were intertwined in his red eyes, and after that sound, Niu Yongjian sat on the chair weakly.

"Every day, when I breathe the air of Jiangyin, I will smell the smell of blood in the air, and every day, in my sleep, I can hear the cry of 100,000 people who are united in death, I, I ...... The white bones are all over the field, thousands of miles of lonely loyalty are not willing to surrender, and the pedestrians are not as good as the dead people, and the living people in this world not only do not remember the shame of destroying the country and destroying my civilization, but instead regard themselves as "I am the Qing Dynasty", which is really hateful, and every time I think of my father's advice to me to take the test to gain fame and serve the court, I suddenly feel ashamed and deserved......"

The words that seemed to complain and vent became deeper and deeper in Niu Yongjian's throat, and finally, he closed his eyes in pain and muttered to his lips.

"The living are not as fragrant as the dead, and the living in this world are far less loyal than the martyrs! I have shaved my hair and changed my clothes, what face do I have to face the martyrs, what face do I have to face the ancestors of my Han family! ”

When the heart-rending words came out of Niu Yongjian's lips, Wu Jingheng's expression was also overflowing with pain, and the books of the China Book Society not only made people feel the heart-rending pain, but also made people feel many problems in their hearts, and the old outlook on life was completely overthrown, replaced by a strong hostility towards the Manchus.

"Whoever is disloyal will be disloyal......"

After a painful tear, Niu Yongjian looked up at Wu Jingheng fiercely and said:

"Zhihui, you say, did our China's backbone and bloodiness really kill the Manchu Tartars?"

"Our China's backbone and blood, did you really let the Manchu Tartars kill all of them?"

The roar sounded in Hangzhou Wanzhi Academy, and with Chen Qinglin's rhetorical question, more than 150 young people, all staring at Tan Sitong, they are all students from all over the world who have come to study in the academy in the past year or so, under the influence of Tan Sitong, after he founded Wanzhi Academy, and at this time, the reason why they fell into a controversy was because of a topic, whether it was an uprising or continued to sink.

"Of course not!"

At the same time that Tan Sitong's voice burst out of these words, he glanced at Chen Qinglin, and then looked around at the students in the academy.

"If China's blood is killed for it, how can you be sincere!"

"In that case, then why don't we wait to launch an uprising, overthrow the Manchus, and restore China!"

In the past year, he recommended hundreds of young people to "study" in North Korea, and he woke up the people in China, and these students were influenced by themselves and embarked on the road of opposing the Qing Dynasty without hesitation. Now they are eager to bring down the Manchus with their own actions, which ......

"Teacher, there are few bloodless people in the past generations of reforms, looking at the national uprisings in European countries, the non-insurgents shed blood, can not wake up the people, the backbone of the Chinese, the annihilation of blood, although it is the butcher knife of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, but it has a lot to do with the inaction of our generation, not daring to shed blood, teacher, if you want revolution, you must shed blood to awaken the people, you often teach us, for the revolution to be willing to throw our heads, spill blood, even if the uprising is unsuccessful, our sacrifice can also awaken the people, awaken the bloody nature of China, even if the sacrifice is worth it!"

When the excited words came out of Chen Qinglin's throat, tears welled up in his eyes, and with his words, everyone turned their eyes to the teacher, staring at the teacher who led them into this way, and facing the students' pure hearts, even if Tan Sitong had thousands of reasons for a while, he couldn't say it.

How can the blood be extinguished?

Just when Tan Sitong hesitated, Tang Cai often stared at his friend, and finally nodded and said:

"Revival, this Manchu must be defeated, and the awakening of the people must not be awakened without the blood of our generation!"

Tang Caichang's words immediately attracted the unanimous approval of Lin Gui, Cai Zhonghao, Qin Lishan and others, all of whom were instigated by Tan Sitong to come to Hangzhou, and used the cover of the academy to contact like-minded people to engage in an anti-Qing uprising.

"This matter needs to be considered in the long run, after all, ......"

Looking at the people who seemed to be a little disappointed, Tan Sitong, who was afraid of extinguishing people's enthusiasm, hurriedly changed his words again.

"After all, the uprising is by no means a blind movement, first of all, we must solve the problem of weapons, and funds, at the same time, we must also contact the party, of course, the most important thing is where we should choose to revolt, you need to understand that Hangzhou is not a suitable place for uprising, although it is close to the sea, can get the assistance of overseas comrades, but it is full of cities, thousands of banners in the city to block, not the first choice for uprising......"

The reason why they followed Tan Sitong was that in addition to their anti-Manchurian hearts, the more important point was that they had the support of overseas comrades, although it was not known who the overseas comrades were, but in the past year or so, Tan Sitong had been provided with the necessary funds to contact comrades in China and establish academies, and when everyone discussed the situation together, it was also determined that the uprising must be launched in coastal cities, so that they could receive assistance from overseas after the uprising.

"Teacher, the city is full of Tartar soldiers who are rotten, there is nothing to be afraid of, Hangzhou is an important place in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, if we succeed in the uprising at this time, it will shake the whole country, and the anti-Qing righteous people in the whole country will be inspired and respond, and then the revolution will be ......."

Young people are always excited, for them, they have endless blood, willing to sacrifice for the future of China and the nation. Facing the excited and excited faces, Tan Sitong found that he couldn't refuse them for a while, and finally, he stood up, looked at the young man in front of him and said.

"In that case, then we will launch an uprising in Hangzhou......"

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