That night, Zhao Xin learned about the conversation with Zhou Weiguo from Liu Zheng and agreed with Deli's views.

In his opinion, in ancient Chinese history, there has never been a concept of "citizen"; there are people, people, subjects, people, people, people, people, villains, people, people, people, people, people, people, people, people, people, and people against the people, but there are no citizens.

"Citizens" have never been a natural or universal product. If someone insists on saying that only by obtaining citizenship in ancient China can one truly gain justice and the consciousness of the group can awaken, then it can only be said that the person's head is squeezed by the door.

In fact, whether there is a concept of "citizen" will never make any significant changes in the daily life of the people living on this land. A useless concept will not happen from the beginning, and will be quickly abandoned even if it occurs by chance.

As a traditional farming society, China has never had a city-state community, but only a "village community". The word "citizen" is just a local concept for Europeans. It is a product of the city-state system of those big countries in the Mediterranean. It is not applicable to the vast agricultural civilization. Not to mention ancient China, the crescent country has no such concept.

It is ridiculous to simply attribute some practical issues of the political system in history to a certain "has or not". Zhou Weiguo's idea of ​​citizenship is purely nonsense. He did not understand the farmers of this era at all, and at the same time he simply thought the political consciousness of farmers in traditional society.

In recent years, through frequent communication and interviews between soldiers and farmers under Beihai Town, Zhao Xin finally realized that the political awareness of farmers in traditional society only covers three aspects: family, country, opportunities, and even.

In the eyes of farmers, the country in the eyes of the country is to put it bluntly, "The country cannot have a king for a day, and the family cannot have a master for a day." In other words, as long as life is peaceful, there is no famine and turmoil, and there is no tyranny or tyranny, it is the same for everyone to be the leader.

Although Beihai Town has conducted many years of publicity and education in the community, except for those children who have been studying for a few years, others are still not interested in autocracy or democracy. They just recognize one thing: no matter which country, dynasty and dynasty, they have surnames.

They simply believed that the south of Jilin City belonged to the Lord Qianlong and the Old Zhao family belonged to the war. They fought on both sides and would belong to whoever fought to the battle, and would pay the food and tax to whoever was in charge. This was natural.

Let’s talk about opportunities, it is actually “whether kings, princes, generals and ministers have any seeds”.

Don’t think that illiterate old farmers have no ambitions. There are too many typical cases in Chinese history. Many entrepreneurs who “founded the country” in poverty-stricken villages and avoided the soil have called themselves “I” even more when they die.

Finally, it is even.

The "equal" in the minds of farmers is not just about equalizing wealth and goods, it also includes working and having food. It is better to have less than more things. Different orders are harmonious, the same thing is up to the same, and mutual assistance and harmony.

In the following days, the closed-door meeting was smooth sailing, programmatic documents, national names, and year-round events that made people feel serious and boring were passed one by one as everyone raised their hands and signed. Later, with Yu Deli and Chen Qingsong's suggestion, the first modern and modern political party in the East was also produced. The 21 formal participants present became the first group of party members, and the eight attendees also became preparatory members.

Republican China, the name that Zhao Xin used to fool the French, was identified as the country name. In a way, this was also to downplay Zhao Xin's "descendant of the Ming Dynasty" who caused a lot of trouble, and the Xuanyuan Chronicle was adopted in the calendar.

In fact, the term "China" first appeared in the early Western Zhou Dynasty, and first referred to the Chengzhou region. If it is well documented, it is also the diplomatic document written by Maodun Shanyu to Empress Lü, which was included in "Records of the Grand Historian", which is also called "the shame of man's scripture".

There is a passage inside: "The king of the lonely sage was born in the Juze and grew up in the plain bison and horse territory. He went to the border several times and wanted to travel to China. Your Majesty was independent and lived alone. The two masters were unhappy and had no way to worry about themselves. He was willing to change what they had without."

Back to the Qing Dynasty, in the Latin version of the Treaty of Nebchu in the Kangxi era, there was no such thing as "Qing Kingdom" or "Qing Empire" from beginning to end, but instead used the word "Sinarum", which means "Chinese".

Kangxi himself was written as "Sancti Sinarum Imperatoris", that is, "the sacred Chinese emperor".

During the Yongzheng period, the "Chaktu Realm Treaty", "Brenschia", "Abahayitu", "Selener", and the "Amendment of the Chaktu" signed in the 33rd year of Qianlong's reign, and the "Chaktu City Treaty" used in the "Sinarum".

This word later evolved into "Sino" and was still widely used until the 21st century. For example, Sinopec-Sino-Sinotrans-Sinotrade, Sinotruk-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Sino-Traffic Truck, etc.

In terms of military deployment against the Qing Dynasty, Beihai Town will completely overthrow the Qing Dynasty's rule in the next three years. The General Staff of the North Navy planned to launch an offensive against Mergen and Qiqihar after the ice melt in Heilongjiang in 1793, to solve the Qing army entrenched there in one fell swoop, and to open up the east-west link between Khalkha and Beihai Town; then, after the ice melt in Huerha River, it will send troops to Wula, Jilin, and strive to occupy the entire north of Shanhaiguan in half a year.

By the fourth day of the meeting, most participants were already in a torment and thought to finish the meeting quickly. Although it is important to determine the political system and clarify which side of the butt to sit on, this is not a formal National Founding Conference after all.

Everyone agreed that in the next year and a half, the civil affairs and the missionary system will select representatives from people of different classes, and together with representatives from the North Navy, they will participate in the founding meeting two years later. Although they cannot change the thoughts of the people in the pass, the 10 million square kilometers under their control must first unify their thinking.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! During this period, everyone will definitely have to hold a few more meetings, so there is no need to finalize too many details through this closed-door meeting.

In general, Beihai Town provides everyone with a platform to show their strengths. Time travelers have high standards in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation. Zhao Xin also has a high tolerance for these people. He only clarified some principled things through the trust contract and reminded that some things must not be done.

In addition, if you choose the meeting address to Southeast Asia, even if it takes a long time, it will be a good idea to change it with a beach bath. But in the middle of winter on a snowy day, you will be surrounded by the yard for several days. The endless topics and the heater in the conference room is hot, so the meeting is held every afternoon, which is a yawning day; but if you want to drink coffee and tea, you will become a night owl again in the evening and you can't get up in the morning.

On the morning of February 11, many people were posing in a hob-stealing posture like "Mr. Zhao, whatever you say," Zhao Xin also felt that it would be meaningless to drive it. He took advantage of the rest time and discussed it with Chen Qingsong, Yu Deli, Liu Sheng, and Deng Fei for a while, and decided to end the closed-door meeting at noon that day.

When the good news was announced, the spiritless ones suddenly became energetic and cheered Mr. Zhao Yingming.

In general, Zhao Xin is the undisputed boss in this entity, and this is indisputable. If it weren't for his own gold mines to hold gold, Beihai Town would not have developed today, and everyone would not have realized their own ideals and would not have earned so much money. So in the last two hours of the morning, everyone would have followed suit on the military plans for Kalimantan and India.

When everyone was snorting and snatching the door, Liu Zheng called Kong Shaoan. The two were not familiar with each other, but after drinking a few drinks these days, they had a good relationship.

"I heard Mr. Zhao say last night that you took the time to set up a performance team in Wendeng?"

Kong Shaoan smiled and said, "There is no way. Mr. Zhao asked me to carry out a pilot land reform in Jiaodong. Every time I sent people to the countryside, the chiefs and gentry followed me, and the people didn't dare to say anything. I felt that they had to raise their spirits first so that they could do things later, so I organized an opera team."

“How is the effect?”

"I just performed a show in Wendeng City before I came, and there were quite a few people watching it, and the effect was hard to say."

"What kind of play do you play? Do you have a script? Please refer to it. Khalkha is actually very needed. If your effect is good, I will also set up a performance team."

The two of them went back to their residence while talking. Kong Shaoan took out a thin booklet from his bag at the bedside of the bedroom and handed it to Liu Zheng behind him and said, "Give it."

"So thin?" Liu Zheng took it in surprise. When he looked at the title of the play, he immediately thought to himself, and said, "I'll just go!"

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On the same day, on the 28th day of the 12th lunar month of the 57th year of Qianlong, on a newly built stage outside Chuliu Village in Qingshan Township, Ninghaizhou, Shandong Province, a Liuzi opera called "White-Haired Girl" was singing to the climax. This is what Kong Shaoan called "the opera going to the countryside".

At this time, under the stage, men, women, young and old from the ten miles of villages in Qingshan Township were crowded together, standing or sitting in a large area, all staring at the performances on the stage. Some people stood far away and couldn't see clearly, so they simply stretched their ears to listen to the lyrics. On the periphery of these people, there were still many people coming from Shengshui Township, Chengyin Township and Puji Township, with a total of two or three thousand people.

At this time, the stage was the climax of the fourth scene. Xier has been working as a maid in the Huang family for half a year. She has not had enough food or clothing every day, and she has to be beaten by Huang Shiren's wife at any time.

I saw the guy who was dressed as Huang Shiren wearing silk, sat on the chair, and said, "Come on tea."

The sound of the flute sounded quietly, and the male female actor who was dressed as Xier sang softly: "This female wolf is inhumane and is not considered a human being than a slave. Tea and water are so leisurely, which makes my muscles and bones break day and night."

After the other party finished singing, the landlord suddenly shouted: "Pour tea!"

The actor pretending to be Xier then pretended to pour tea and served it. After the landlord took it, he stood beside him and seemed to be sleepy in a short while to show that he lacked sleep.

"Ah!" The actor who played the landlord pretended to take a sip of tea, suddenly became hot, then put the tea cup on the table and cursed: "Little bitch, do you want to burn me to death?"

After saying that, he took off the silver scepter and stabbed hard in the face of the actor Xier, cursing: "Little fairy, I'm so lucky to be young, I'll let young enjoy it!"

"Ouch!" The old lady, the big girl and the little wife exclaimed in unison, turning her head and unable to bear to look again. Some women directly covered their children's eyes with their hands. The men looked at them with a smile, thinking that they could not beat them, but this woman was too cruel, and it was not beautiful to tear Xi'er's face.

At this time, Xier on the stage called out "ah" and everyone opened their eyes and looked at it again. Xier hid for a few times and reached out to knock the silver hairpin in the landlord's hand to the ground.

"Oh, Neng is going to rebel, someone is coming!"

Several guys pretending to be servants and holding whips walked up from the entrance door, and one of them bowed and said, "Old lady, what are you asking?"

The landlord pointed at Xier and said angrily: "Hurry up, pull this little bitch down and beat me hard!"

The head servant pointed at Xier and said to the servants behind him: "Put down, beat him hard, and vent his anger on the old lady!"

The rapid sound of drum boards sounded, and Xier was pulled by two servants and retreated from the door. Then there was a loud whip whip from the backstage, and the screams of women came from the backstage.

At this time, countless people in the audience were so distressed by Xier's fate, thinking that why is this girl's life so miserable?

The actor who played the landlord on the stage knelt in front of the table and began to pray with rumbling words: "God is quick to show his magical power and punish the little fairy hard!"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Not long after, the sound of the whip in the backstage stopped. The actor who played Xier changed his dress and was pushed up by several servants. She saw that her clothes were intact just now had been torn into pieces. The whip marks smeared with red ink and blue ink looked extremely realistic from the audience. She fainted on the ground as soon as the servants let go.

"Ah~~" The crowd in the front rows below the audience exclaimed.

The landlord snatched the whip from the servant's hand and slapped Xier again. He cursed: "Look at this little bitch, Neng, would you dare to rebel?Look at this little bitch, Neng, Neng, would you dare to rebel?"

At this time, some people in the audience could not help it. A tall and thin man raised his hand to point at the actor who pretended to be a landlord and cursed: "I am raised by an old maid! Is there still a fight? Is there any more to be done? People are going to be beaten to death!"

A middle-aged man who looked like a scholar next to him coughed lightly, stroked his three long beards and said, "Dachun, what are you doing? This is a play, and you can't take it as real."

The man called Dachun's face suddenly turned red. He bowed to the other party, lowered his head and said embarrassedly: "Mr. Ding, I...I..."

This person's name is Li Dachun. He was poor since childhood. He had asked someone to say that no one of them could like him. He has been a long-term worker for many years and has not yet gotten a wife at all. It happened that the hero of this play was also called Dachun, so he watched it and brought himself into the play. When he saw Xier being bullied, he felt so angry.

As the two of them were talking, the actors who played the landlord and a group of servants had already left, and only Xier was lying alone on the stage. Everyone heard Xier "whine" and slowly got up, then they struggled, stood up from the stage with difficulty, raised their hand to stroke the shocking scars on their arms, and the expression on their faces also changed from sorrow to standing straight. Everyone in the audience was shocked when they saw it, thinking that this daughter was so fierce.

I heard the drum board and the flute sound. The male actress who played Xier was specially selected by Kong Shaoan from seven or eight actors in the opera troupe. His performance skills were excellent. In addition, during the rehearsal, Kong Shaoan broke up and talked about Xier's mentality, so every time he performed here, he immediately had tears in his eyes, with a look of unyielding expression, and a sad and hatred voice that led to his throat:

"The silver slander stimulated my hatred and anger, and the whip made me even more hatred. I was not afraid that the young method would be used up and I could not stop my heart from taking revenge. Every blood and tears must be remembered. The old hatred today is deeper than the sea! I wish I could turn into flames and burn the universe, and swear to burn the black heaven and earth to ashes. The evil official was burned to death, and the sun was filled with yellow Shiren, and the sky was renewed in the flames."

"Okay~~~!!!"

The men, women, young and old in the audience cheered loudly, and this big sing was so exciting. Many people put themselves in the role, wiped their eyes and tears one by one, crying loudly.

However, the faces of the squire and landlords who came in sedan became ugly, and some people let out a heavy "hum" from their noses. It's so unlucky. People who are doing this kind of thing during the New Year are actually acting. If it were other opera troupes, they would have called people up and smashed them. But who told the other party to play the sign of the Ninghaizhou Military Control Commission? The North Sea Army is in full swing now, and they really dare not offend them.

When the cheers gradually lowered, the drums on the stage were heard. The guy who played Huang Shiren wiped the three-colored face of the clown and came out smoothly. When Li Dachun, who was in the audience, stared at him, his eyes were like bull's eyes, and his hands in his sleeves couldn't help but pull out, clenched his fists.

I only heard the guy who played Huang Shiren sing a few lines and said, "Miss Xier, I was not at home just now, I heard that Neng was wronged."

"Bah!" Before the actor who played Xier could speak, a group of people under the stage responded first.

"This slut dog!"

"Haha, you're scolding!" When Xier scolded Huang Shiren, the villagers below cheered in unison.

"He is a weasel to wish the chicken a New Year's greeting, and his fake mercy thief has no good heart..."

After Xier finished singing, she saw Huang Shiren on the stage approaching the other party and said with a false concern: "Miss Xier, I am kind-hearted and kind-hearted to see you."

"Stand far away! This shameless beast!"

"Okay!" The actor who played Huang Shiren's face changed and he said furiously: "I'm a young girl who is ungrateful, I don't want shame either. Today I'll tell you that you can't fly with wings!"

Huang Shiren opened his arms exaggeratedly and pounced on Xier like a hungry wolf. Everyone in the audience was about to exclaim when they saw Xier raise his hand and slapped Huang Shiren.

At the same time, Li Dachun's eyes turned red from the audience and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. In his eyes, this girl Xier is so cute and filial, but why is it so difficult to be a good person?

At this time, the sound of gongs and drums on the stage became more and more rapid. While the two of them were fighting, Xier grabbed the incense burner on the table and smashed it at Huang Shiren. The other party first tilted his head exaggeratedly, then jumped and rushed over.

"Ah~~!!" The women in the audience exclaimed.

"Super maid!" Li Dachun could no longer help it. At this time, he couldn't tell the difference between the stage and the two worlds had become one. He felt that if he didn't take action, Xier would definitely be defiled by the three-white bastard. He suddenly pushed away the crowd standing in front of him, rushed a few meters away from the stage, touched around, picked up a black guy in the basket in front of a woman, and threw it at the guy who played Huang Shiren without thinking.

The woman exclaimed, "Ouch! I'm holding awl!"

It was fast to say that, and before the woman could hear the call, the man who played Huang Shiren noticed it out of the corner of his eye. With his skills he had been practicing on the stage for many years, he suddenly turned his head and saw a black light rubbing through the tip of his nose.

At this time, everyone in the audience was stunned. With a dull sound of "du", the awl actually stuck on the background board, with such a strong force that a wooden handle was exposed.

Li Dachun was still not relieved after throwing the thing. He lay on the edge of the stage with both hands, and with force on his arms, he jumped up, stepped forward and grabbed the clown's collar, swung the big fist of the sandbag and slapped it, and kept scolding: "You are a young maid! I dare to be innocent, I will beat you to death!"
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