Chapter 71 Jiangchuan dialect

"Du!"

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

On the small passenger ship of dozens of tons, there are dozens of rows of benches. Although I bought tickets for the first-class official cabin, I just replaced the bench with a soft narrow bune. Sitting on the narrow bune like a train sleeper, it really made people feel uncomfortable. Chen Moran came to the side from time to the side to see the river view and accompanied him. Sun Mingjiu of Jinling fell asleep when the boat left Wusongkou.

The river flows on the surface of the river, and the curling smoke of the village on the shore is accompanied by passenger ships. Several passenger and cargo ships are carrying passengers and goods and spewing thick smoke on the river, but there are more white sails on the river. The river is blowing. Although it is in summer, it still makes people shiver. Standing alone in the corridor, facing the faint turging water under his feet, Chen Moran, who had no reason, rose in his heart.

For hundreds of millions of years, thousands of miles, the Yangtze River crosses the country with nature. C split the mountains and seize the ground, travel at night, and embrace the sea affectionately. The Yangtze River, because of its rebirth over and over again, has paved the way for abundant living resources and sufficient living, and gave birth to a beautiful Chinese civilization. But now, this once beautiful and world-leading civilization has disappeared under the slavery of aliens, which always makes him feel a little lost and annoyed.

When all kinds of emotions collided in the chest, there was a sudden whistle, and a warship of thousands of tons in the distance suddenly broke into Chen Moran's sight. A dazzling rice flag could be seen on the warship, and the warship was getting closer and closer, and even the laughter of the sailors on the ship could be seen.

Looking at the British [***] ship sailing on the Yangtze River unscrupulously, and looking at the foreign sailors laughing on the warship, Chen Moran only felt a red face for a while. This sense of humiliation is far greater than the humiliation of the outer [***] ship when he saw in the Huangpu River in Shanghai. He once used various excuses to paralyze his senses, but now What about it?

Holding the armrest of the passenger ship with both hands, the warship passed by the passenger ship. The waves drawn by the warship slapped on the small Shenning from time to time. When the warship passed by, Chen Moran could even hear the occasional fear of the people on the passenger ship.

Is this still China's inland river?

"Can't you get used to it?"

The voice behind him was not soft as Wu Yue, but also a little rough as the northerners. Before Chen Moran turned around, a 30-year-old man in a suit held the guardrail with both hands.

"Just get used to it!"

"Habits?"

As soon as Yu Guang turned off this man, Chen Moran hummed and sneered, especially looking at the braid behind his suit.

"If you let your platform get used to others crossing your hall, you can get used to it!"

Originally, when he had nothing to do on the boat, he came to the side of the ship to watch the river, but he was a little unwilling to be provoked by the warship. Hearing this, he looked at the man standing beside him. The original sentence was all because of the resentment 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 on the Yangtze River, but you can't get used to it. I'm afraid it can only be like this!"

"I'm afraid it can only be like this!"

Chen Moran snorted coldly again, but he didn't show much difference. He just looked at this righteous person for the first time.

"This is a big China, even if everyone is afraid, it can only be like this!"

Maybe he was angry in his heart, accompanied by the resentment in his heart, only let him spit out words that he had never said before.

"This country is a third-rate weak country, which makes up the people of this country. It is a humble labor force, buried cattle and horses, and spectators who can only find some fun in the killing of the same kind. Thousands of years of [***] have made people gradually forget to be a man in the alternation of being a slave and being a slave. What the hell is flowing in the body?

When he spoke, Chen Moran's voice was slightly low, showing the sadness in his words. This may be his biggest emotion when he came to this era. Every time he saw those who were used to being slaves, he would have inexplicable sadness in his heart. The Chinese people in later generations were selfish, self-interested and numb. It was not a work, but the numbness carved into the bones. In later generations, the surname of the slave in the bones, the numbness and surname of the slave are cleverly concealed with some dream words, but here people are exposed without scruples.

Although it was only a few words, Niu Yongjian's surprised expression was full of surprise and inconsiderate. The person in front of him said all the answers he couldn't find. He had been distressed and confused for this answer, but now he was stunned.

China is a third-rate country divided, humiliated and excluded from the mainstream discourse of the world by the great powers. The death of the country is an insoluble problem hanging in the hearts of him and many friends. What makes this country so landless, just full of Qing [***] and weak? Is it just because of the full amount of China's material resources, is it the comfort of buying a family with five million domestic slaves?

The man in front of him told the origin, telling him that behind their so-called hot-blooded young people, there were more than 400 million people with braids - what kind of people they were!

is a group of people who gradually forget to be a man, love and hate, and forget what is flowing in their bodies in the alternation of being slaves and slaves.

With surprise and teaching on his face, Niu Yongjian held his fists with both hands and saluted.

"Sir, wake up the dreamer with one word, and filial piety is taught!"

When he returned the salute with his fist, Chen Moran just realized his "crazy words". In the past few months, he seemed to be unable to think calmly!

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

Thinking of his own changes, he couldn't help laughing at himself in his heart.

People's mentality is very wonderful. Different times and different environments will always produce various changes. When he first came to this time and space, he just wanted to live the good life he dreamed of, but after his dream came true, he had other thoughts.

Thinking of the changes in the past few months, Chen Moran couldn't figure out why he insisted on running a factory, and even pulled Sun Mingjiu to Jinling this time. What he wanted to find was actually the "officials" he had to avoid in the past. Could he really realize that blueprint.

But it's really just for that blueprint, or because there are other ideas in my heart! More or less, there is still an idea buried in his heart, but he dares not and does not want to think about that idea, because he knows what will happen if he really has that idea, but is he really willing?

"Some little nonsense? Brother is polite, as my brother said, how many people dare to say such a delusion in this big China.

When talking, Niu Yongjian smiled and knew why this man changed his words.

"In the lower button Yongjian! The word is filial piety. I didn't ask for your name!"

Chen Moran, who was a little distracted, just recovered and hurriedly hugged his fist and said something.

"Chen Moran! The word is right!"

But it is difficult for Chen Moran to use his mind in the chat with this Niu Yongjian.

Perhaps the unwilling fate helped him turn his eyes to the British [***] ship that had gone away. Looking at the warship running on the Chinese river, his hands holding the support became harder and harder, and even his palms turned white, unwilling! Maybe my heart is numb, but how can I be willing to sit back and watch all this, but what can I do if I am unwilling?

What can I do? Chen Moran felt as if he had returned to the previous mockery! He satirizes the Chinese people with words, but isn't he also one of the Chinese people? Like them, although they don't want to be slaves, they almost instinctively forget to be a person in the alternation of being a slave and not being a slave, forgetting love and hatred, and forgetting what is flowing in his body.

What right do you have to mock your compatriots? What have you done? You don't sit on anything. You just talk arrogantly there. You don't want to see this or that, but you're just a selfish and a layman!

"...Revolution"

Suddenly, two words broke into his ears, just like a thunderbolt in his head.