Chapter 287 Emperor of the People

Baofeng County is located at the foot of Shandong outside the remnant of Funiu Mountain in western Henan Province. The vast and steep Qingcao Mountains, Niangniang Mountains and Jagged Mountains span the junction of Lushan and Baofeng. In the western mountainous area, the hills are undulating, the canyons are vertical and horizontal, the cliffs are steep, the forests are dense, the trees are dense, the clouds are foggy, and the people are rare.

The county lies between the two rivers, and the south is the Dasha River. The sand is vast and boundless. In the north, Rushui, across the river and Jia County, the clear stream is rolling, rushing day and night. The west is connected with the mountains of Ruyang and Song County, and the forest sea is thousands of miles away, covering the earth and the sky. To the east is the Great Plain, which is closely connected to the boundary between Xiangcheng and Ye County. This is indeed a happy land surrounded by mountains and rivers, beautiful scenery, natural treasures, simple folk customs, and heaven and earth.

Such a secluded mountain city, like a paradise, allows people who have lived here for generations to come out, live, live a peaceful life, and thrive, but the stormy waves of history are always stirring up this elegant and quiet area.

...So some people say that the quality of the people is low. Civil rights cannot be implemented." This is as ridiculous as the saying that children can't read, so they can't go to school! As the saying goes, Don't bully the ignorant. In fact, everyone has a scale in their hearts. The people have the right to vote, although some of them may exchange votes for some benefits. But in the end, they will still choose people who are beneficial to them. Folks, I believe that everyone will sincerely choose the members you elect to represent your interests. Speak for you in Congress. This is your power to cook. You can choose whoever you want. Don't listen to others. Don't let others replace you..."

Youlie, standing on the stage of Huagulou in Baofeng County, shouted loudly and explained the benefits of Mingzhu to the public. In the past ten days, he and more than 100 comrades in the party went to all parts of the country to give speeches. The sudden national referendum was like a heavy punch on everyone. The Prime Minister is Foreign investigation, I can't contact you for a long time, but the national referendum here is in full swing.

"I know what you said, isn't it an election? The county said that the councilor of the advisory bureau will be elected by everyone in the future. I know!"

"Well, we all know about the election, just like we go back to elect the emperor, this is called the king's power and the people's power. Why do we want the king's power and the people's power?"

The middle-aged people in new clothes under the stage shook their heads and said that compared with Nanjing, only a few people in the remote Baofeng wear Hanfu, and most of the other people wear the clothes of the Manchu Qing Dynasty. This kind of new clothes are either political axe officials or... teachers.

"I know, it's our Marshal Chen who beat away the flag man, so we want him to be the emperor. What's this called... Uh-huh! The saint is the king!"

"That's it! We, Marshal Chen, is a great saint who has been born for hundreds of years!"

"No, even the foreign devils are afraid of us, Marshal Chen!"

The original appeal will change. Compared with Youlie's "reconcryptic" and "Mingcooking", the people under the stage are more interested in the "Shengjun".

The changes under the stage made Youlie sigh bitterly in his heart. He was not unfamiliar with this scene. Those people under the stage still like the emperor. In other counties in Henan, he was even coaxed from the stage. Those people said that he was a "traught minister thief".

"What is the Republic!"

The middle-aged man in new clothes asked loudly. Seeing that the people around him were still noisy, he turned around.

"Dongs, let's listen to what the Republic is. In the future, there will be a republic. What will our country be like! Do you think so?"

"Yes, yes... What Mr. Liang said is very true!"

The people around them have echoed that Chinese people have respected teachers for thousands of years, and they naturally have instinctive respect for scholars like teachers.

"Yes, what is the Republic?"

Listening to the shouts of the people, Youlie almost didn't want to bow to Mr. Liang. So Youlie began his speech, perhaps because he had stayed with Mr. Sun for a long time. Youlie's speech level was very good. He first attacked the "royalist party", which was proposed by the "new party" with the restoration as the backbone under the advocacy of Zhang Zhidong, Yuan Shikai and others, and faced the number. Hundreds of people listened to his speech, and he also counted the various [***] stupid policies implemented by the dynasties, especially the Qing Dynasty.

After half an hour of explanation, Julie deliberately controlled the rhythm of his speech, paused for a few seconds, and then said with a flop.

"As for the republican government, if the people decide to be republican, the provinces of China, such as the states of the United States, what we need is a president who governs everyone, not a [***] emperor!"

He stretched out his arm forward and said excitedly.

"In the time of the republic, follow the example of the election of the United States, abolish [***], and implement the republic!"

Quiet!

No one applauded, let alone cheers in front of the stage. Everyone just looked at Youlie on the stage and didn't wait for the applause. It seemed that it was also unexpected. It was also unexpected. At least a few people would applaud, but why didn't anyone applaud? Even those young students were not applauded.

"Mr. You, there is a sentence that I don't know whether to say it or not..."

"Huh? If you have any questions, sir, you can say it directly!"

The question of the old gentleman under the stage made Youlie happy and quickly answered in harmony.

"That...where is the United States?"

When a small voice came out of the mouth of the old gentleman in Hanfu, there was a burst of laughter, and then someone shouted.

"We don't know what the Republic is, but we know that for hundreds of years, the people have been waiting for the emperor to come out, and now the emperor is in Nanjing!"

"It's the president. If you are the president now, how can everyone be the emperor's life? If so, the three principles and five permanent will not be chaotic. If everyone can be the president as Mr. You said, it doesn't mean that even the two Laizi on the street can be the president. The rule drove away the tars and restored us Han. In the world, this great rule is the true dragon emperor. Although the ruling wife is a foreigner, she is the mother-in-law of our Chinese. That is, there are several women like our Chinese women!"

"It's true! The rule is the fate of the emperor, and the wife is the fate of the mother! Otherwise, the ruler can rush to the dog, and the wife can force the foreign devils to retreat!"

"This is called hundreds of years of the emperor's spirit. With this imperial spirit, the foreign devil can give us the tariff right!"

"It's right! Now that he is in power, there is a successor. The crown prince is the one who gathers the aura of heaven and earth. I have lived for most of my life, and I have never seen a boy as beautiful as the crown prince..."

"That's right, just look at it. We guess we will be blessed for several lifetimes. The prince looks like the Holy Son..."

The words of the people in front of the stage only made a trace of sadness appear in Jule's heart. Is this his compatriot? He looked at these people who were happy for the "royal heirs" and listened to their words about the "sacred destiny" of the ruling and the "like appearance of the holy son" of the ruling son. You Lie looked up and looked up at the gloomy sky. The cold wind brushed on his body, and the bitter coolness made him sigh. Is the "empire" the future of China? Question mark

"Dong, Dong..."

In the sound of gongs and drums, in front of the market voting site in Yucheng, Sichuan, several Yucheng policemen with live ammunition were on the sidelines. In the center of the city, in several voting stations made of cloth, people lined up to collect votes and entered the voting room to vote. Many people even rushed dozens of miles of mountain roads to vote. The votes are all men over the age of 18. According to the regulations, only 18-year-old male citizens have the right to vote. Many of them came here just because the county magistrate said.

"Today's election is the first to inspire us!"

Although they don't know why they are human today, they know what they are doing here. They choose a state and an emperor. Maybe they don't have any political awareness, but in their opinion, maybe decades later, they can talk to their children and grandchildren without pride.

"You see, today's holy emperor is chosen by your master and your father!"

"We are going to elect the emperor!"

"Since ancient times, there has only been the truth of giving orders to heaven, so what is the truth of being ordered to the people..."

"Kon, you don't understand. The emperor inherits the order from heaven, but gives the order to the people. This is the pre-Qin ancient etiquette..."

Zou Rong, who was waiting to vote, listened to the words of the people and looked a little solemn. He felt that his breathing seemed to have become rapid. He was inclined to the republic, but at this time, in the "national election" in which the whole country participated, he was confused. The republic was elected, but the empire was also elected!

"Enlighten people as a pioneer and create an era of equality for all people! Only when the power is granted by the people can we seek blessings for the people!"

When he received a book-sized ballot, when he entered the polling room, Zou Rong's expression became more and more solemn. This was the first general election held by 450 million Chinese people, but it was not the first vote in his life, a ballot that determined the fate of the country.

"Imperialism, Republic..."

Looking at the above pattern, Zou Rong looked down again. The following row is the list of candidates, which was added at the request of Zhang Zhidong and others. Anyone who has received the signature and support of 100,000 people can be listed as the emperor or presidential candidate in the national body election. "One chooses the national body, one chooses the universe!"

"Chen Moran, Sun Yat-sen..."

There are only two candidates. Originally, Yuan Shikai, Zhang Zhidong and others received these signatures, but they all announced that they would give up their candidacy. Only Sun Yat-sen, who was far away from abroad, announced his candidacy at the Xingzhong Association. In order to make the difference between the illiterate people, Chen Moran's name has the "Chinese Flag", and Sun Yat-sen's name also has the "Blue Sky and White Flag" designed by Lu Haodong.

"Since the history of books, our fate has been controlled by others. In the eyes of others, Xiaomin is just a donated sheep! The determination of today's restoration depends on all the people to hold each other... The promotion of the small people to choose the national body is really an unprecedented thing in ancient times. In the end, I donated the sheep and enlightened that I am the first of people!"

Looking at the last sentence, Zou Rong pressed his right index finger on the mud. Unexpectedly, after pressing the fingerprint on the Republic, he looked at Chen Moran and Sun Yat-sen. After contemplating for a second or two, he still chose to press his fingerprint under Chen Moran's name.

After pressing the fingerprint, Zou Rong carefully folded the ballot in half, then stretched out his hand over the curtain and stuffed the ballot into the ballot box. The people outside the polling station could see the ballot box.

It is the idea of the ruling axe to put the ballot box under the supervision of the people. This is to prevent others from suspecting that they will change the box halfway. After the vote, the police and gentry representatives will escort the ticket box to the provincial capital, where there will be gentry and civilian representatives from the whole province to count the tickets.

Three days later, after hundreds of ballot boxes in the Yucheng constituency were loaded into carriages, in front of the onlookers, the head of Chongqing locked the carriage, sealed the door of the carriage, and then raised the key in his hand to a policeman.

"Kelong Liu, I will give you this key and our future now!"

Our future!

Whether it is a gentry or a rural wild man, the reason why they participate in the voting is precisely for the future that they have never mastered. When the convoy escorting the ballot box passes by a certain town, everyone will take a look to see whether the seal on the ticket is intact.

The election was held in the eyes of all the people. From the beginning to the end of each election, the ticket boxes have never left the attention of the people. It is the same on the way of transportation. The ticket buses of various prefectures and counties are gathered in the provincial capital.

The counting place in Yunnan Province is located in the Provincial Advisory Bureau. Because it is the first time that such an election has been held in China, as early as the beginning of the election, it attracted many reporters and some viewers. Most of them are concerned about China's future and hope to know the results of the election early, but at the same time, because this is the Republic. In the first election, some violent and horrible remnants of the Qing Dynasty wanted to take the opportunity to make trouble. In order to make the election go smoothly, the political axe sent a large number of police to defend the whole election process. It was precisely because of this kind of defense that the general election of China's national body was carried out smoothly.

Outside the Yunnan Provincial Advisory Bureau, it was also full of reporters and onlookers. In the past few days, in front of the Yunnan Advisory Bureau, which was once the government office of the Chief Secretary, was like a temple fair. The waiting people were sitting on the floor, while the hawkers were selling.

Many onlookers have been waiting for the past few days, and some have not eaten all day. They all want to know what kind of state China will decide and who is the first emperor or president.

People are anxiously waiting for the results of the province. Although the results of the provinces are constantly coming from newspapers, as Yunnan people, they are more concerned about the province.

Finally, the closed door opened, and the 26 gentry led by Wang Hongtu of the Yunnan Advisory Bureau came out. Wang Hongtu held a yellow piece of paper in his hand and stood in front of the gate of the Advisory Bureau with a smile on his face.

"4127,568 legal voters in Yunnan Province, 3285645 people participated in the voting, and 32,1312 people in favor of the imperial system... All the people in Yunnan Province are in favor of Chen Moran's rule as the emperor of the Chinese Empire!"

Now the result has finally come out. The people waiting for the number of people to decide for the country, the emperor was excited about the decision, and even began to bless the emperor.

At this time, a large-gigned uniform oil painting drawn by a Yunnan missionary was carried out somehow. In an instant, the scholars and people knelt on the ground.

"Long live the emperor! Long live! Long live..."

(to be continued)