HCB Chapter 170: My country is alive, my country is alive! In the northernmost place, there may also be
Chapter 170: My country is alive, my country is alive! In the northernmost place, there may also be
At this moment, Fatty Wang was standing in front of the group of dark ghosts and resentful spirits.
The voice was hoarse.
Du Laosan was beside him, silently wiping his tears.
They are the group of people who have witnessed the drastic changes in Daxia.
From being poor, to being average, to now silently becoming stronger...
Daxia is working hard, has been working hard...
And to put it bluntly, in fact, thousands of Daxia people are fighting...
Time keeps going away, away.
Life is getting better and better, problems are getting bigger and bigger, vision is getting wider and wider, and what you want is getting more and more complicated.
Looking back on the past, Daxia has stood at the best time in the past hundred years, and has become the most powerful countries in the world.
But there is nothing to be proud of, as we have often been over the past few thousand years.
We are incomparably powerful... We have exchanged force for peace, and the stronger the force, the more peaceful the people, the happier the people will be.
But Fatty Wang was sad again.
Because of the suffering a hundred years ago... Who will be responsible for the suffering of Daxia a hundred years ago!?
Fatty Wang remembered that a few years ago, there was an old lady in Baima Village.
The old lady is said to be in the circle of people back then...
She is a girl, and she has to be pulled out by the Japanese slaves to repair the road...
She had some dementia in her later years...it was difficult to speak, and she couldn't remember much.
But there is still a clear memory of "sleeping in the snowy mountains"!
"When the road was repaired, the feet and the snow froze into icicles."
"Frozen feet can't be roasted with fire."
It's so bitter, it takes a deep impression to be able to remember it when the memory is lost.
The only thing she is happy about is to tell the young people in the village, "The last one of the Han Japanese slaves didn't run away, and they all died in our big summer."
But it was actually the people in the village who lied to her...
Because the Japanese slaves who surrendered back then... all went back... why peace, can't kill again...
Until she died, the villagers did not tell her this fact.
Because I can't bear...
Fatty Wang had tears in his eyes at this moment.
He held the phone tightly in his hand.
His eyes were still empty.
But on the phone screen.
The pitch-black ghost that spread all over the 14 mountains and plains seemed a little moved at the moment.
They let out a whimpering growl.
He looked even more confused.
In the big iron pot, the aroma of sauerkraut, beans, and pork kept wafting.
Toasting fellow Liaodong villagers.
Fireworks under the dark blue night sky.
Fatty Wang, whose voice was torn apart.
Let them feel that Liaodong at the moment is both familiar and unfamiliar...
They are the undead in the circle of people who suffered countless hardships back then.
At this moment, the dark resentful souls struggled.
Seems to be torn between sobriety and hatred.
Lin Yan clenched his fists.
Looking solemn.
Zhu Yuanzhang stood behind him.
Silently sighed.
Lin Yan turned to look at Zhu Yuanzhang, his voice low and hoarse.
"A little bit more!
Zhu Yuanzhang rubbed his temples rarely.
"It's really a little bit..."
"After all, in the summer of that year, the people were miserable, and they were so miserable... Remember those starving ghosts you saw in Tianfu Prefecture at that time!"
"Hunger, disease, and poverty all haunt the people of Daxia.
"The big river flooded back then, and the Central Plains were plagued by locusts, which affected the four states in a blink of an eye... Nearly one million hungry people crossed the river and poured into the border areas. Among these hungry people, half of the people in every household starved to death in their hometown..."
"From the Central Plains, on the way to Chang'an, there is a lot of hunger and death."
"All the young leaves on the trees were eaten up by the hungry people, and even the bark was stripped away, leaving only the white trunk. In some places, the hungry people used silkworm dung as food, and in some places people even ate Guanyin soil to satisfy their hunger. Those who devour this kind of soil will not survive for a few days.
"Women exchange biological babies with each other, saying, 'You eat mine, and I eat yours. ""
"When a person is about to die, he digs a pit for himself, then climbs into the pit and sits there, and asks his neighbors to add a few cups of loess for him after he has died. Later, even the person who buried the dead body can't be found. Because the villagers are not starving to death, they are too hungry to shovel the soil.
"People sold their sons and daughters at first, and later even their wives. Those who survived became weaker and weaker. Even if it rained, they didn't have the energy to sow seeds. What a series of disasters.
"But looking at the appearance of these ghosts... I'm afraid it's even worse than those people who starved to death...
Zhu Yuanzhang did not continue to speak.
He turned to look at Fusu with white hair.
He was here in Liaodong, and the time he was there was not too long.
It is Fusu who really understands these people who died in the circle of people.
At this moment, Fusu sighed faintly.
"Established in Liaodong in those years...pseudo-clear, taxation is serious...Street vendors have to pay 1 yuan per month as a vendor tax, plus a 1 yuan monthly "obligatory tax". Merchants are required to pay 50 yuan per month in business tax. Each Employees have to pay a business tax equivalent to 4 yuan.
"In that year, the monthly salary of an ordinary worker was only 9 yuan, and a bucket of soybeans cost 1.5 yuan, and two-thirds of the worker's income was used to buy basic necessities such as food and condiments.
"Street vendors hawking their wares are often caught for 'obstructing traffic' or simply because they're 'obstructing the eye'.
"Because they couldn't bear the high tax money, countless shops and enterprises were forced to stop their activities and completely closed down shortly after the establishment of the pseudo-Qing Dynasty."
"Store closures have become a frenzy, with shops and stalls disappearing one by one, making it increasingly difficult for city dwellers to find a place to buy their daily necessities.
“What followed was increasing food scarcity and starvation, and corpses began to appear on the streets every day, becoming a common sight in Liaodong cities, as if corpses had been integrated into the urban landscape.35
"There are only a few sellers in the market every day, maybe three or four, and they're always crowded with hungry citizens."
"The merchants are selling broken corn, sorghum, and millet, mixed with a lot of inedible bran and chaff, but even so the supplies are scarce... There are voices of lamentation everywhere in the market, because the market is Most of the buyers are unable to make ends meet and they will have to go hungry for another day.
“The streets of Liaodong’s cities are full of beggars. What they want is not money, but just enough food to feed him for a day.99
"At a time like this, many people can't find a job, and many become beggars. They are given copper coins, but they often ignore it and just ask for a bun every day.
"In Mobing City, Longsong Prefecture, you can see poor residents begging along the most prosperous streets of the city, knocking door to door begging for food, even leftovers. These beggars beg for food with their families during the day and beg for food at night. Sleeping in a dirty alley...
"The city is full of sinners... As soon as it gets dark, no one dares to go out again."
"If you can't survive in the city, if you go outside the city, you will be sent to the human circle, because there is food there... But what is the human circle like, you heard me say before..."
Fusu's voice paused.
At this moment, he looked at the ghosts of resentful ghosts who were as pitch-black as ink and roaring in a low voice, and finally spoke again.
"And there's another reason why they've become like this...because there are poisonous tablets in their bodies..."
Lin Yan turned her head and looked at Fusu in shock...
"That group of beasts back then claimed that that thing was a medicine..."
"Let the people of Liaodong take that thing as medicine..."
"Some people recognize it, but they don't mind...because they want...to become poor faster, die faster, and carry coffins faster. 99
"Liaodong was full of ... people selling that kind of thing ... Huayun Pavilion"
"In Liaodong, there were more than one million people who ate that stuff..."
"You can imagine what kind of tragedies it will cause. 35
"Someone will sell his wife and daughter, some will force his teenage girl to go to Snow Moon Land, some will rent his wife to others for three years..."
"In each city, there are thousands of corpses that died of poisoning every year..."
"When some people are sent into the circle of people, they are no longer in human form...
"In the village, chickens and dogs were wiped out, and livestock became extinct. There were tragedies in which the whole family died. Often, husbands buried their parents and wives first, and then hanged themselves."5
"Mass graves, experimental sites... Daxia people can't eat white rice..."
"The Japanese slaves have built Liaodong very well, but who are these constructions for? Daxia people or Japanese slaves?"
"The notorious Liaodong Development Corps sent more than one million Japanese slaves to Liaodong in one go, and these empty-handed Japanese slaves scrambled to enclose land in Liaodong!"5
"It is they who created a circle of people and occupied the land of the peasants.
"There were 170,000 Daxia people who were arrested and employed as strong men to build the Liaodong fortress, and they were all silenced afterwards."
"This is Liaodong back then..."
"I don't know who is more miserable than the starving ghosts in the Central Plains..."
"But I know that the beasts who caused these misery... did not pay the price they deserved! 35
"Not enough... far from enough..."
"Master Guicha, what kind of transcendence do you say can be worthy of their suffering along the way."
Lin Yan's rare silence.
He clenched his fists.
There is no answer.
And because of Fatty Wang's roar.
That black ghost who is all over the mountains and plains.
The hostility to the villagers of Baima Village has been given up.
They seem to recognize it.
The villagers of Baima Village are their fellow villagers.
But that resentment, still can not be resolved, can not be eliminated.
They are like homeless children who hate the world.
In the snowfield, in the deserted village, helpless wailing.
too bitter.
Lin Yan was even a little suspicious at this moment.
Is it that they have always been the spirits of the mountains.
After that, it was really good for them to wait for hundreds of years to turn into the most primitive soul.
At this moment, everyone was silent.
Zhang Xinyi just couldn't help crying.
Great summer is bitter, and the most bitter is in Liaodong...
How did they spend those fourteen years of darkness?
Lin Yan jumped off the ghostly dharma at this moment.
He walked to the side of a ghost whose whole body was as black as ink.
He raised his hand, and the Specter immediately backed away with full alertness.
But maybe he felt the ghostly breath of Lin Yan, and noticed that Lin Yan didn't seem to be hostile.
He just got close again.
He was rubbed a few times by Lin Yan.
That freak. Judging by the height...it's just a half-year-old child.
"What should I do to send you to the underworld peacefully?"5
And right now.
Outside the village of Baima Village.
Suddenly there was a loud suona sound.
Lin Yan turned her head.
Shocked to see.
Outside Baima Village, a bus actually drove in.
The graffiti on the bus has several large characters.
"Liaodong Folk Art Troupe!
The loud suona sound came from the bus.
At this moment, the window of the bus opens,
A group of middle-aged, young people, men, women, accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums, their voices were loud and clear!!!
"A round of bright moon shines on the west wing, and the twenty-eighth beauties dress up skillfully!
"Three invite Zhang Sheng to the banquet, and no one jumps over the white wall!"
"Mrs. Wugeng knows, Liuhuaban tortured Yingying and interrogated Hongniang!"
"The 263rd meeting of the Qixi Festival is bold and daring, and the night incense will fall in front of the Babao Pavilion!"
"It's hard to let go of a long-lasting love, Shiliting is crying bad Yingying looking forward to bad matchmaker..."
The song is clear...
I don't know how many times better than Lin Yan sang at that time.
And most importantly, the bus sang the most classic "West Wing"!!!
It has been circulating for many years.
From the Qing Dynasty, it began to spread.
But it doesn't stop there.
Except for the bus.
There were even many trucks driving over with their headlights on.
What's in the van... are flowers!!!!
That's right, it's a flower...a flower that was sprayed with water and frozen...
In addition to flowers, there are pewter...
In addition to white wax, there are also lanterns!
There is even a truck with a truckload of pork!!!
In the land of eastern Liaoning, there are no flowers that can be picked at any time in Caiyun Prefecture.
Qinhuai night view without Jinling.
Prosperity since ancient times without a pearl...
But Liaodong was able to help the whole country from the land of the three states.
But there are other states.
Liaodong can also have it!!!
Back then, the three states in Liaodong suffered too much
Brothers in other states may not know.
But the local people in the three prefectures in Liaodong have always known it.
The one driving on the front bus.
There is a young man with a strong Liaodong accent, holding a loudspeaker and speaking loudly.
"That... our art troupe, who is on tour here, didn't bother you! 39
He couldn't see Lin Yan, but he was shouting at Fatty Wang.
Fatty Wang turned his head and blinked twice.
This fat man was teary-eyed at the moment.
"Liar!!!"
"Baima Village is already the northernmost part of Daxia. Where would anyone from an art troupe come here... Why did they come here?"
The young man with the loudspeaker smiled embarrassedly.
"It's really a tour, I was supposed to be in Moxiang City today, but after watching the live broadcast, I turned a corner...
"In case there are fellow villagers who suffered back then, we'll come over and sing a few ditties for them..."
Fatty Wang was a little stunned.
"Where's the truck in the back!"
At this moment, the window of the truck rolled down.
There was a rough man who spoke loudly.
"Our boss, donated... The goods that were originally intended to attack the flower shop were brought... Who said that there are no flowers in Liaodong. 99
"Our boss said that when I was a child, I heard a story about a hero of the war union who had a dream... dreaming that the Japanese slaves were driven away, they rode their horses on the crowded streets, and there were colorful flags and flowers everywhere. …”
"The hero also said... the persistence of the Battle Alliance is the persistence of the survival of the Great Xia, only sacrifice.
"Daxia is still here, and Liaodong is still here!"
"So, in the northernmost part of Daxia, there can also be colorful flags and flowers everywhere..."