Chapter 119 Ideal and Reality

At the end of the beach, it is the sea that looks a little ferocious at this moment. In the boundless dark night, the higher and higher waves came one after another, and they were re-patted on the flat beach. A few hours ago, a messy beach had been flattened by the sea. If the fishermen who lived on the island all year round would understand when they saw the waves, summer was coming, and the wind blowing in the south would blow to the island. The coldness on it brings warmth and waves at the same time.

A dark shadow on the dark beach swayed to the edge of the reef. At this time, Wu Shenglan, who was standing by the sea, only stayed calmly for a moment and climbed on the reef on the shore. He looked at the tide and most of the swallowed beach, but his eyes looked at the mainland, but here he could not see the mainland, even if he climbed When he got to the top of the mountain and looked at it with a telescope, he could not see the shadow of the mainland. This was just a small island surrounded by the sea.

The formation of the word "7" Hell Island is not big, at least it is not big for Wu Shenglan now. When I first went to Hell Island, I ran a lap from the beach to Chen Qianshan. I was tired and half dead. I don't know how many whips I want to eat all the way, but now I can easily run two laps. I can't guarantee that it is excellent, but it's qualified but it's fine. At most sometimes those When the non-commissioned officer is in a bad mood, he will whip one or two times.

After three months of training, the whips and boards were getting less and less, and the words were much better. The big guy's face could also see a smile, that is... Looking at the sea, Wu Shenglan thought about his mother and brother at home. At night, he got the letter from the platoon leader. At a glance, he knew that it was the word of the younger brother. Li Xingnian mentioned my mother's thoughts. In the letter, I received the "work" of 14 yuan for two months, which really relieved him.

"Do we have a pay?"

"Yes! The lower-class soldiers cost 7 yuan a month! You are all low-class soldiers now!"

At that time, his question was not exchanged for a whip, and the officer also answered them truthfully. He was 7 yuan a month, five taels of silver. His father had been a soldier for more than ten years, and he had never taken five taels of silver. Although he nominally got ten taels of pay later. Listening to the seven yuan, he only thought that the officer was talking nonsense.

A month later, several boxes of silver were carried to the island. They were willing to receive cash. If they wanted to give it to their families, the army promised to send it to their families. At first, they thought that they had deducted food, accommodation, clothes and the filial piety of the officer, and it would be good to have one or two yuan left in their hands, but as a result, everyone's 7 yuan was a lot, and those He was promoted to a first-class soldier because of his excellent training, and he got a nine and a half yuan.

There is no place to spend money on the island when you get the money. It not only includes food and accommodation, clothing, but also tobacco, cigarette paper, soap and toilet paper. Naturally, there is no place to spend money. As for gambling money, it is found that it is 20 military sticks, and those who choose to send money to their families unexpectedly received letters. At the beginning, everyone did not believe it. Later, almost everyone chose to send money to their families.

Natural Wu Shenglan is no exception.

"Lan Xin, why are you here?"

Sitting next to Wu Shenglan and looking at him, I know that he is probably homesick! Everyone wants it! But no one can go back.

Wu Shenglan didn't say anything. She just looked at the sea quietly. Ma Youcai, who rolled two cigarettes, handed him a cigarette, and the two quietly smoked on the reef by the sea.

"Do you know, Brother Lan Xin, I'm not afraid of your jokes. Two months ago, I even wanted to escape from this island in my dream! I've had enough of that board, whip and mouth! I even want to die. To tell you the truth, once I almost stuffed the barrel into my mouth, but I couldn't do it.

He said in a low voice with a cigarette horse and money in his voice. His words only made Wu Shenglan's heart tremble. In the first two months, there were indeed many people who wanted to die, and some were even saved by the big guys after hanging with a belt.

"But now, do you know what I'm most afraid of?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid that one day those officers will say to me, "Get out of here!" Then send me away by boat!"

Ma Youcai's voice was very low, but it made Wu Shenglan a little ironic. It was him who wanted to die, and it was him who didn't want to leave.

"Are you afraid of death?" When you get to this island, do you have a chance to go out alive? Yes! In Wu Shenglan's opinion, I'm afraid it's the day when the flag was raised.

"Afraid of death?"

He shook his head and cried.

"Last month, Dad sent me a letter saying that he had received the 7 yuan I sent back, and sent back 4 yuan with the letter. In the letter, Dad asked me not to suffer outside, eat something good and have the strength to work. Since I grew up, Dad said such a thing to me for the first time. He was a son for 20 years until he came to this hell island. I just have a chance to be a filial son. I don't want to go back. I want to get the real 7 yuan of military pay. I also want to be a second-class soldier, a first-class soldier, a sergeant, a sergeant, a sergeant, and even a non-commissioned officer. Do you know, the sergeant takes this number in a month.

While talking, Ma Youcai stretched out his hand and drew it, and then showed longing eyes.

"Sixty yuan, if you can become a sergeant, your parents who have suffered all their lives can enjoy happiness!"

As if he was afraid of being laughed at by Wu Shenglan, he scratched and shaved the back of his head again.

"Sergeant, Xu Xu, I don't have that life, but if I can be a sergeant, I can get 42 yuan a month, which is enough for my parents to enjoy the happiness!"

The horse with a cigarette in his cigarette looked at the rough sea.

"Last week, the company commanders who came said to us that as people, we have to have a head to live. As a Han man, our head is to restore the Han people. We have to wear the clothes of the Han family again, so that our children and grandchildren will no longer be slaves, but to be human beings, not slaves."

Wu Shenglan just listened quietly to Ma Youcai. He wanted to find someone to talk to like Ma Youcai, but he couldn't be like him. He really took out his heart and poured out all the bitter thoughts in his heart.

"They said, being a soldier... No, if you are a soldier, you have to have the honor of a soldier. Our honor is to fight for the nation, that is, loyalty. From the bottom of our heart, I don't know what the honor is."

Ma Youcai's head seems to hate himself and why he can't understand what the honor is.

" Maybe, as the officers said, I'm not a good soldier. I don't have the life of a good soldier in my bones. Maybe I was born to be a slave."

"Don't say that! No one is a slave!"

His words only made Wu Shenglan frown, but he said a fact that the instructor kept telling them that no one was a slave, and everyone was born a man.

"Since I came here, I have been a soldier like you for 108 days. There is no wronged soul on Hell Island. When we first came here, we just admitted our lives, and there was no place to escape. We all know that there is absolutely no mercy here. Those instructors can't wait to kill us. They said it was to let us live. At that time, they hated them, but now when I think about it, it's not the reason. If they don't kill us so hard, in the future... If they really go to the battlefield, they must die in training!"

He twisted the cigarette butts on the reef fiercely, but Ma Youcai's face showed some perseverance.

"I figured out that if our family has no money and power, even if we are admitted to kung fu, there is no potential. Instead of consuming the bones in the countryside, it's better to fight for it. We don't want to be an official, but it's okay to be a non-commissioned officer! As long as he is willing to work hard on the battlefield, he will definitely be promoted. The man will immediately take credit. At that time, he will be paid dozens of yuan a month. When the war is over, he will go home and put a few mu of land as a landlord. In this life, we will not be in vain!"

His words were only exchanged for Wu Shenglan's silence. Looking at the seemingly resolute Ma Youcai, he was just thinking about his own affairs in his heart.

"Do you remember how to sing in the blood flag song?"

After a while of silence, Wu Shenglan said her worries, "Come on! Prison, guilloon, this is our farewell song. The blood-stained blood flag is raised to the sky and a solemn oath is taken. Cowards who are afraid of death can go, and we swear to protect the flag of this nation to the death.

Understand what he meant. Ma Youcai shook his head and said, "People always die, don't they?"

When the words sank, Ma Youcai said something that surprised Wu Shenglan.

"Either we will accept our fate and be dog slaves for a lifetime, or we will fight for it with our lives! Spell out a rich man!"

When the two were talking, they did not notice a person standing behind the stone not far from them. Listening to their words, Zheng Chengying wanted to walk over and slap them twice, but he stopped this impulse. At the same time, there was a rare sadness in his heart. He and his classmates were willing to shed their blood for the Guangfu National Army, and these What about the soldiers?

Most of the time, these soldiers are just food. As the principal said, after hundreds of years of enslavement and stupid education, these insensitive compatriots who are used to being slaves will not understand what the country is, what the nation is, and what the nation is before the people's wisdom is enlightened. Honor of soldiers.

"Officeraries are the souls of the army. Only your blood can awaken this suffering nation! In this army, the officers directly determine the future of the nation!"

The dialogue between the two soldiers made Zheng Chengying feel more pressure on his shoulders. The pressure made him almost breathless. The numbness of his compatriots and the pressure on his shoulders made him think of those students who went back to his hometown to run a school.

"You must work hard!"

Spring in Lingnan came earlier than in other places. In April, when the mountains and plains in the north and south of the Yangtze River began to be covered with green, Lingnan was already a bright appearance of spring. As far as the eyes could see, it was full of vitality everywhere, which made people feel very happy.

In the face of this bright spring, Li Muyang felt relaxed and happy. Because he has shown his ambitions and ideals here, and even in his heart, he has drawn the blueprint of the Guangzhou branch of Huangpu Sports Middle School long before getting off the ship. This school is not a veritable branch school.

Half a month ago, Li Muyang and two other classmates, with a $3,000 school building fee from the school, three of them got on the boat at the Shanghai dock and embarked on the return journey home. They did not choose to start a school directly. Li Muyang obviously had someone else in a hurry. Advantage: His father runs a middle school in Guangzhou, which is why he chooses to give up running a school directly.

"In addition to running a school directly, you can use the original resources to secretly select revolutionary officers in the name of sports from the original school!"

As Li's second son, the natural old man did not stop him from taking over the middle school, and he was even happy to see it. Dezheng Middle School was built on the edge of the city, in all the abandoned houses of the Li family after the fire. The high-spirited Li Muyang stepped into the door of Dezheng Middle School, but the reality in front of him was too far from that of Dezheng Middle School in his mind. He knew more or less that this school was the product of his father's reputation. The school only had six teachers and more than a hundred teenage male students.

The campus is full of an unpleasant smell, with garbage and wasteland piled up everywhere. The passages in the garden are blocked by weeds, and many classrooms lack doors and windows. Several pigs raised by the teacher's family were casually feeding in the garden. When Li Muyang and his party passed by, they blew coarsely, and the so-called field was also full of weeds.

"Speak up, is this what you call Dezheng Middle School?"

Liao Zhiyuan frowned and asked, which only made Li Muyang seem to be unable to hang up. On the ship back, he always kept telling his classmates how this school was, but what about now? This is a middle school, which is just a ruin, like a garbage station. In such an environment, it is uncomfortable to stay for a few more minutes, let alone stay here for a long time.

"It's better than being poor. It's just the right time for us!"

Li Muyang put down his luggage and turned around to meet his young master's teachers.

"Mr. Yu, please hire a craftsman to repair the doors and windows quickly!"

This may be the first order given by Li Muyang after he became the "principal" of this school. Don't forget to add a sentence.

"You don't have to wait for the old man to take the boat. I'll pay the money!"

The next day, the school held a welcome meeting, and Li Muyang assigned homework to the whole school: clean up the whole school! Then, he took off his "Chinese suit" and picked up his sleeves, cleaned the dilapidated campus with the teachers and students, eradicated weeds, and planted trees and flowers. A week later, the whole campus took on a new look, showing a thriving scene, and the new appearance of Dezheng School even appeared in the newspaper, and the number of students increased from the original 102 to 136. This result made Li Muyang very unsatisfied.

In the morning of early summer, Li Muyang, Qiu Shaobai and Liao Zhiyuan, on their way back from the Big Buddha Temple with 168 Dezheng students, most of the students who had been happily were sad and indignant and their eyes were red.

"700,000!"

Is it true? The student with an extremely heavy heart asked himself in his heart, but no one doubted his real surname. I am merciful, and the monks really don't speak nonsense. In the seventh year of Shunzhi, the number of 700,000 Qing soldiers were trapped in the slaughter city of Guangzhou. It was the monks of Wulonggang Zhenxiu in the eastern suburbs who hired people to clean up the corpses, gathered and colled them, and buried the rest of the oteres and erected a monument.

Li Muyang, Qiu Shaobai and Liao Zhiyuan are equally heavy. Through the monk's mouth, 700,000 ancestors were brutally killed by the massacre in Guangzhou. Although it was a little cruel, looking at these students, the three of them knew that this might be the best choice, even more than The effect of directly taking out the "Record of the Assaults of the Atrocities" is more obvious.

Walking, walking, a group of 171 people unconsciously came to a mountain.

"Classmates, that's it! This is the place where the real monk was buried in Guangzhou."

With the earth mountain full of weeds and trees in his hand, Li Muyang said something in a heavy voice. After saying that, they bowed and lit paper and incense together with the students. On the way back, some students temporarily revolted to sacrifice their dead ancestors. Every student knew that among the 700,000 people who were brutally killed by the captives, there must be their ancestors.

In early summer, in front of the tomb of the co-buried, there is a strange atmosphere. The students are in a heavy mood. When they look at the abandoned tomb, tears always slip from their cheeks involuntarily. This is a history that has not been taught in the book.

"Mr. Li! Why did you build a captive and kill me!"

"Just because our Han ancestors are unwilling to be slaves of the subjugated country!"

"The slave of the subjugated country?"

And the sad Li Muyang nodded and continued.

"Since the founding of China, it has been the homeland of the Han people. The Han people were born in Si, grew up in Si, and gathered in Si. Since its history, it has been here for thousands of years. The upper land of China, that is, the product of the family of the Han nationality, is definitely not allowed to be stolen by other ethnic groups. Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, China has completely died in Mongolia, half of China died in the Wuhu Liaojin Dynasty, and the sixteen prefectures of Yanyun have been cut, and the death of China is not. It is determined to be the master of the Han people. The death of the husband in China is not the death, whether the Han people are the master or not. In the past dynasties, it was not easy for the Han people to change their surnames, so China did not die. If the king of China was a different race, China decided to subjugated the country. The second straightforward words were solved at first sight, and there was no need to help to reject the jurary.

One hundred and sixty-eight students, who were only fifteen or sixteen years old and the elder were seventeen or eighteen years old, listened to the teacher's words and showed something on their faces. "In the last year, the Qing Dynasty made peace with the eight countries, and said that the material resources of China to form the hearts of friendship. Only the Qing Dynasty never regarded it as the people of China. They regarded our Chinese people as slaves, and they could measure the material resources of China. The rule of his family is the rule of the Wei family, so he doesn't care about the imperial court of the foreigners!"

When Li Muyang said this, most of these students looked thoughtful.

"Teacher, if you want to seek the wealth and strength of the country, you must first drive out the tars against the insider, restore the Han people, and then you can realize the wealth and strength of the country and not become slaves of other people!"

A student's answer only made Li Muyang look at him a few more times, but he didn't say anything, but sang the song gently.

"The reeds are green, and the white dew is frost. The wide sleeves are fluttering, where are they now? After several vicissitudes of life, several times of mourning. The clothes are indiminate, and it finally becomes a final sound. I would like to return to the Han and Tang Dynasties and play a role in the palace. With the clothes of my Han family, I am a country of etiquette. I would like to return to the Han and Tang Dynasties and rise again. I'm not afraid of obstacles for a long time. Look at my Chinese son..."

In front of the tomb of the 700,000 Han ancestors who were killed by the Qing soldiers, the hard-line official language sang this song. The expectations in the song and the tragedy of history intersect in their voices, and tears slipped from the cheeks of these teenagers. They sang this song, but their eyes were changing when they looked at the grave.

"...Re-e. Hanbang Weiyang again, why are you afraid of obstacles? Look at my Huaxia Erlang..."

(to be continued)