At the beginning of the thirties of the twentieth century, the world was not happy. With fifteen million unemployed people in the United States, Roevelt reduced the value of a dollar to sixty cents. Su L began to implement collective farms, and Sdling believed that the capitalists would choose war to get out of the depression. ** SA staged a massive military parade at Nuremberg, where Hitler predicted that the German Empire would exist for a thousand years.

Mussolini said, "The country is mine," and the Italian army deployed 480,000 troops on the Austrian border.

The turmoil in the world pattern has not had much impact on China, and what really saddens the country is the ensuing natural and man-made disasters.

After the beginning of spring in 1934, the climate in the country was abnormal.

The incessant torrential rain caused several rivers to burst in a vast area of land, the floods wantonly poured down and destroyed countless houses and seedling fields, the floods in the Yangtze River valley killed 200,000 people, and the earthquakes in Suiyuan, Xishan, and Xishan killed another 70,000 people.

In the towns, the price of industrial raw materials collapsed due to the runaway price, and the market immediately ushered in the Great Depression after the rush to buy, and the momentum of bankruptcy swept almost all factories, even the rubber king Tan Kah Kee declared bankruptcy, and the bank gates were crowded with citizens waiting to cash in day and night. Unemployed industrial workers, artisans struggling to make ends meet, and refugees with little food and clothing are all mixed in the cobweb-dense countryside and the streets of towns where land and water meet.

With the arrival of the hot season, the whole country is tired and depressed like a hot mist of heat, covering the land of China.

When the economy collapsed, there was a sudden split within the ruling group due to an imbalance in the distribution of interests.

The warlords Feng Xiang and Yan Shan, who opposed Chiang, supported their own troops and established a second government that opposed the Kuomintang Jingnan government, which led to a melee of warlords for the purpose of seizing territory, and the war spread to more than 10 provinces, and the battlefield stretched for thousands of miles.

In order to maintain the huge war expenditures, the warlords who called themselves 'the government' continued to levy a large number of taxes on the common people, and the war had just begun, and in Nanhe, one of the main battlefields, the peasants had borne more than 40 times the amount of military expenditures on the already heavy land taxes, and various taxes had been collected in advance until 1936.

In the fifth month of the war, military spending amounted to more than 500 million yuan, and the number of casualties on both sides was more than 300,000.

At this time, China was like a huge refugee, with tens of millions of displaced refugees fleeing the war, up to half a million unemployed workers, and wounded soldiers of different names but in the same desperate mood mingling back to the barren fields and ruined towns.

It's a chaotic, lethargic race.

At this time, just two years after the September 18 Incident, Jiang Shi adopted a policy of non-resistance and allowed the Japanese army to occupy the four eastern provinces, and proposed that 'if you want to conquer the outside, you must first secure the interior'.

China is in peril, and the nation is hopeless.

Even Xia Yuan shuddered when he thought of this era.

It's a truly hopeless world.

The only thing that made him feel fortunate was that his village had not been affected, and everything seemed relatively stable, but from the memory of it, the taxes had tripled in the past two years, and the land taxes paid were only three times higher than before.

"Awaken, awaken in such a chaotic world."

Xia Yuan seemed to understand this mission, but it was followed by a complicated clue, he didn't know how to make the peasants wake up, and how to carry out the present, but fortunately, no matter how long the mission world had passed, the real world had only passed for a while, so he was not in a hurry to act, and continued to pretend to be a fool in the village.

On the other hand, the body is weak, this time he is a sixteen or seventeen-year-old child, about one meter six tall, severely malnourished, hungry skin and bones, fortunately when he crossed over, his physical fitness changed the original body, but if he did not take in enough nutrients for a long time, even if he exceeded the physique of the ordinary number of times, he would gradually become weak.

At present, the first thing to be solved is the problem of food and clothing, but this is not a problem for him, if he has no food, he can go directly to the landlord's house to steal, the landlord's food is squeezed by the peasants, and there is no psychological pressure to steal it.

Get up from the ground and stand on the ridge, looking at the surrounding fields, early in the morning many people go down to the ground to pick up ears of wheat, men, women and children hunched their waists, rummaging for fallen wheat grains on the ground in rough palms, find one carefully picked up, put it on the palm of the hand to gently blow off the dust, carefully put it in a cloth bag around the waist, some people have put a small half bag of grain in the cloth bag.

Xia Yuan knows the current situation in China, don't look at his young age, but in terms of family survival, it is almost impossible to get a bite to eat.

But he had more in mind.

A terrible scream from a distance interrupted Xia Yuan's thoughts, and when he looked up, it was the ruffians under the landlord who were robbing the villagers of their food, and an old farmer was holding half a bag of wheat the size of a palm in his arms, and the white-haired man knelt on the ground, and seven or eight people beside him were armed with firearms, and the strong ruffians and hooligans punched and kicked him, and even smashed his body with the butt of a gun.

"Old immortal, hurry up and take out the food!"

The man at the head scolded and scolded: "Beat Lao Tzu, livestock is like this, if you don't obey, you should be beaten!" ”

The old farmer was beaten and rolled all over the ground, but he still tightly guarded the last little half bag of wheat, his mouth was full of blood mixed with mud and sand, and he pleaded: "Please, this is a year's ration for five people in our family, you can't take it, take it, what will we eat." ”

"Grandma's, don't eat and drink in the toast, your land tax hasn't been paid enough, Lao Tzu doesn't care what you eat, hurry up and hand it over!"

The man at the head showed no mercy at all, and ordered his subordinates to continue fighting with a fierce gaze.

After a while, the old farmer was beaten with blood from his mouth and nose, and the blood infected the ground and turned into mud and sand, but the old farmer still protected a small bag of wheat grains in his arms, and he knew in his heart that if the wheat grains were lost, their family of five would starve.

This year's land tax is three times higher than in previous years, and they even took out all the grain they had saved in previous years, but they still couldn't fill this hole, and their families were surrounded by walls, and they had no money to buy grain, so they could only search for wheat grains that fell into the soil in the fields after harvesting.

How could an old farmer withstand a few strong ruffians, tearing, the small half bag of wheat in his arms was scattered on the ground, the old farmer cried, covered in blood and put the sand mixed with wheat grains into his arms, this is the last hope of their family.

Seeing that the wheat grains were sprinkled on the ground, the group of ruffians and hooligans refused to give up, and violently lifted the sand on the ground with their feet, and the sand flew everywhere along with the wheat grains, leaving the old farmer covered in blood to kneel on the ground, trembling and protecting the sand in his arms, as if protecting the livelihood of their family.

The villagers standing in the field in the distance looked at it from afar, and numbly leaned down to continue looking for the wheat grains that might exist under the sand, as if none of this had happened.

When the old farmer saw that everyone was gone, he carefully let go of his arm, and despite the pain in his body, he stretched out his trembling palm to look for wheat grains in the soil, and found a grain of wheat and carefully blew off the sand and put it in a cloth bag in his arms.

The seventy-year-old farmer picked up a grain of wheat, muddy tears rolled down with the sand on his face, and he looked at the clear sky, but he could not see a ray of sunlight.

Such a scene made Xia Yuan's heart throb faintly, he stepped forward to pick up a grain of wheat on the ground, stretched out his dirty, thin palm and handed it to the other party, the old farmer saw this thin palm, turned his head to look, it was Xia San's crazy child, ragged, unkempt, but those eyes were unusually bright and clear.

The old farmer took the wheat grains tremblingly, carefully put them in the cloth bag, Xia Yuan sat beside him, and said: "They treat the big guy like this, don't the big guys want to resist?" ”

The old farmer wiped the blood from his mouth and beard, wiped the blood from his palms on his body, looked for wheat grains in the soil, and said in a pale voice: "How to resist, they have guns, we have nothing, and I am too old to resist." ”

The old farmer looked at the ground numbly, "Get used to it, just get used to it." ”

Life has turned them into a brilliant appearance, let alone resisting, and they have been like this for thousands of years. The landlords are powerful, they have money, guns, and people, and they can't resist and can't resist.

Xia Yuan was silent: "It's not just the mind that awakens, but the more important thing is the person. ”

The feudal system of the old society was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and although the Three People's Principles overthrew the feudal system, Jiang Shi did not carry forward the Three People's Principles, and even trampled on and abandoned the Three People's Principles, resulting in the development of society to such a nondescript level, and the people were not able to make a living.

In war, it is the people who suffer, and it is still the people who are responsible for the war. They have enjoyed the superior life brought to them by the peasants, but they have never given back to the peasants, which has formed a kind of squeeze, which is deeply pressed on the peasants.

"Accustomed to it?"

Xia Yuan looked at the peasants in the field with their backs to the loess, they had no surplus grain in their hands after paying the land tax, if they wanted to survive, they had to think about bibimbap, picking up the wheat grains that fell in the field was just one of them, the real famine came, and people would even eat the bark of trees.

He stood up with a determined gaze: "A happy life is to be created with your own hands, not through the landlord's alms." ”

Xia Yuan thought of the Red Army, and he asked, "Do you know the Red Army?" ”

The old farmer was stunned and muttered, "The Red Army ......"

He seemed to search for the word in his memory for a long time, thought for a long time, and shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't heard of it, what is it." ”

Xia Yuan said: "That is the people's team, he can bring happiness to the people, will drive away the landlords, give the people their own land, they are a group of people with ideals, they will build New China, so that everyone can live a happy life." ”

After seeing with his own eyes the life of the peasants at the bottom in the old era, he finally realized why the Red Army was loved by the people, and why there was a voice of 'only the Red Army can save China', they were truly the people's army, and after Jiang Shi abandoned Mr. Three People's Principles, he finally represented the interests of the landlord class and gradually went backwards.

"Is there really such a team?"

The old farmer was stunned for a moment, the warlords in his memory only oppressed them and exploited them, and like the landlords, they were the people's army, and it was the first time he had heard of the army that distributed land to the people.

"Yes."

Xia Yuan got up and left, came to the village, the children who ran over and frolicked with him, the peasant woman who was working in the field with a basket looked at him from a distance, shouting that her children were away from him, the children scattered in a hurry, there were no children to shout in their ears, Xia Yuan also ended up clean, ragged walking on the road of the village, walking unevenly.

The low, dilapidated mud houses looked dirty and disheveled, sixty or seventy years old, old men with gray hair in shabby clothes, and their figures were as thin as wood, and their faces were sallow, crawling on the clips that had been picked up, and the walls of the lake were mixed with mud and water.

The young ones all went to work in the fields in search of wheat grains, and the old ones stayed at home to exert some of their strength.

The ruffians and hooligans under the landlord were wandering around the village, and when they saw Xia Yuan uncontrollably surrounded him and punched and kicked him, Xia Yuan did not resist, let them beat and scold, and the villagers standing under the trees in the distance looked numbly, with sympathy in their eyes, but no one dared to come forward to stop it, the ruffians and hooligans under the landlord were rampant in the village, bullying men and women, and doing all kinds of evil, and in the face of the suppression of the ruffians and hooligans under the landlord, the villagers could only endure silently.

The team picking up wheat grains in the distance came back, and several young people stood not far away looking at the ruffians who were bullying Xia Yuan, and a young man with messy hair looked angry and wanted to stop him, but he was stopped by his companion next to him, shook his head, and signaled him not to mess around.

The landlord has a gun in his hand, and they want to plant the landlord's land, if there is no landlord's land, they will all starve to death, but this year's harvest is very small, the tax has doubled, and the family's grain is not enough, I heard that there is a new tax on the other side of the Nanhe, there is a grain tax, there is a salt tax on salt, there is an oil tax on oil, there is grain but you can't even afford to eat, and there is even an overdraft tax, obviously it is three or four years, but the tax has been received for three or six years, the national army here is coming, the Yan army is here again, both governments have to pay taxes, and everything that can be sold at home has been sold. Only then did the tax be made up, and the war was covered again, and the hard work of a lifetime was wiped out in an instant.

Tens of millions of refugees frantically flocked to major cities, and the crisscrossed wilderness was littered with the corpses of ordinary people.

Floods, droughts, and civil wars have killed one by one.

To the north, the Japanese army invaded and occupied the four eastern provinces and established the Manchurian government, and the entire Chinese people were in dire straits.

Some people even wonder if China still exists after 1934. Does the Chinese nation still exist?

China is in peril.