Suddenly, a spring breeze comes overnight, and the heroic writings follow the wind all over the world.
Everything was so sudden and everything was so natural.
Early in the morning in Songjiang Prefecture, I was awakened by children running and shouting.
"Read the newspaper... read the newspaper. The latest article by Zuo Mengeng, commander of the Shandong New Army, has been published."
The Songjiang people, who had not yet woken up from spring fatigue, immediately became energetic.
"Hey, Xiaoning, come here, what kind of article is this?"
The child is too young to tell much, but he is well-behaved and smart. He took out a piece of paper, revealing only a title and signature.
The guests who were having breakfast took a closer look and immediately became interested.
"Bring me one."
The child held out two fingers and said with a smile: "Thank you for your patronage, two cents."
Without saying anything, the guest took out two coins from his pocket and threw them to him, then pulled the paper over.
The people at the same table were curious and asked: "What kind of article do you have to pay to buy?"
The man chuckled and didn't show off.
"This is an article written by Commander-in-Chief Zuo of Shandong Province. I guess he was competing with him in the ring. Let's see what he said."
When my friend heard this, he shook his head and sighed.
"Some time ago, Shandong and Fushe had a fierce battle. They were evenly matched, and I really saw a lot of excitement. Later, no articles came from Shandong. I thought they lost and were scared. It was really annoying."
Someone else asked: "So you support Shandong?"
The man didn't care.
"How about supporting Shandong? What's wrong with Shandong? It's refreshing. Without the support of Shandong, how can we have a good life?"
Most of the people present actually nodded in agreement.
"This court is getting worse and worse."
"That Zhang Ximing's article is long and smelly. It's all the same old tunes with no new ideas. It's nothing like Shandong's article. It's so clear and concise that even a person like Ala, who doesn't know a few Chinese characters, can understand it."
Someone echoed.
"Isn't that right? I recently read the article about Shandong and I really understand a lot of things. In my opinion, the only one who can save the Ming Dynasty is Shandong."
Yawenba
Everyone was talking about it, and those who bought the newspaper had already finished reading it. They not only clapped their hands and stood up, but also shouted loudly.
"Okay! That's great! Commander Zuo is such a talented person, he is really admirable."
At this time, everyone's curiosity was aroused and they asked questions one after another.
“What exactly does the article say?”
The man cleared his throat and read the article in front of everyone.
There was silence in the small restaurant for a while, and everyone listened attentively. As the words were read, everyone's expressions changed from time to time, becoming more and more exciting.
Soon after reading the article, the discussion in the restaurant escalated to a higher level.
"Ala used to be very hardworking and exhausted, but he didn't see any harvest in a year. He planted some food, paid taxes and donations, but after finishing it, he was empty in his belly and hungry. I thought it was like this all over the world. I never had any doubts. I found out today that it was all these landlords and wealthy people who caused the disaster."
Naturally, the people who dine in this small restaurant are ordinary people, and they all have the same experience.
"Oh, I still have my own land, and Ala was a tenant at the beginning. He has farmed the land for the Xu family since his grandfather's time. The harvest has been very difficult, but the rent has been getting higher year by year. There have been constant floods in the past few years. There was no harvest in the fields, so the Xu family increased the rent by 30%. After working for a year, not even a grain of grain was put into the bag, and they almost starved to death. Fortunately, later I saw the factory was recruiting workers, so I went to work. After earning wages, I bought food and finally settled down. Ala feels that what the commander-in-chief said is right. Unless these landlords are overthrown, the people in the world will have no way to survive."
Someone panicked.
"Brother, be careful, Commander Zuo is the son-in-law of the Xu family. If you slander him like this, I'm afraid the Xu family will not obey."
The man laughed.
"Brother, I misunderstood. The Xu family that Ala mentioned was the hometown of Xuge of the previous dynasty, not the elder of Xuge of this dynasty. It is not the same thing."
Everyone suddenly realized that they had a lot of complaints about the former Mr. Xu Ge, and they continued to scold and resent him.
At that time, the Xu family relied on Xu Jie as the chief minister of the cabinet to wield power and annex land wantonly, which was called half Songjiang.
After Xu Jie's death, the Xu family gradually declined. Although he is now a powerful landowner, his power is not as powerful as before, and his exploitation of the people is getting worse day by day.
Following Zuo Mengeng's plan, the article "The Process of History" spread throughout the world almost simultaneously.
In Shandong, articles are distributed openly and openly.
Officials, troops and civilians from all over the country can read and discuss it at will.
Articles are posted everywhere in the streets and alleys of Shandong. There are also young people who are responsible for explaining it, just because they are afraid that some people will not understand.
With the Dongjiang Town rebellion completely put down, Shandong began to enter the recovery stage.
People's livelihood and construction in various places are in full swing. At the same time, the new political power structure has begun to penetrate into the local grassroots, allowing the entire Shandong to be firmly under control.
As the regime's influence deepens, changes are visible to the naked eye.
Through the war, the Administrative Council gained vast amounts of land in its hands. In addition to a considerable part being included in the assets of the Farm Reclamation Group, a lot of land was distributed to the people.
The common people who got the land and the common people who became workers all benefited from the new political system. Naturally, they felt more deeply about Zuo Menggeng's article and supported it even more.
And those landlords who survived were in panic all day long when they saw articles like this.
Some of these people are stubborn, while others are thinking about a way out.
Others are thinking about what they can gain from this new change.
In short, I believe that in the near future, various places in Shandong will inevitably usher in a major change in thinking and interests.
Taicang.
Ji Yingzhong hurriedly rushed into Zhang Pu's house again.
"Mr. Ximing, Shandong has issued an article, and it is still the article signed by Zuo Mengeng."
Zhang Pu's writing hand paused, leaving a thick mass of ink on the paper, but he had no time to worry.
"Where is the article?"
Last time he wrote an attack on Shandong, which really caused a great response in Shilin. Famous Confucian scholars from all over the world followed up one after another and wrote articles in support of it. The momentum was unprecedented.
While Zhang Pu was complacent, he was waiting for Shandong's counterattack.
In fact, he has prepared many manuscripts to deal with the subsequent debate.
What he didn't expect was that the person who posted the article this time was actually Zuo Mengeng.
What kind of literary talent does that Yuyang guy have?
Aren't you afraid of making the world laugh?
While thinking about it, Ji Yingzhong had already submitted the article.
Zhang Pu sat down and opened it. When he first saw the title, he couldn't help but sigh.
Look at the writing again.
The writing is straightforward and the sentences are straightforward and simple, just like neighborhood gossip.
"Hahaha, a mere warrior doesn't wield a sword or stick, but comes to write a pen and ink. He really overestimates his ability."
Ji Yingzhong looked over suspiciously, not knowing where Zhang Pu's confidence came from.
"Sir, please don't be careless. It's really a matter of life and death now!"
Zhang Pu still knew Ji Yingzhong very well. Seeing him in such a panic, I knew something was fishy.
He quickly gathered his thoughts and devoted himself to reading.
The small house was quiet for a moment, except for his frail body that was trembling visibly.
