Fengxian Jiangshan

Zhang Tinglan and Shao Piaoping had just walked to the entrance of the hospital when they saw two soldiers running out quickly carrying a dead body. Their eyes were filled with tears, and another soldier died.During this battle, Fengjun suffered more than 2000 lightly and severely wounded. This number has far exceeded the medical limit of Fengjun, and even exceeded the capacity of Harbin. Almost all hospitals are full of wounded.

But this is far from enough to meet the needs, so only the critically wounded can be admitted to the hospital, and all the lightly wounded are treated in the barracks. For those with serious injuries, we can only bear the pain to let them suffer less pain and leave this world as soon as possible.

Speaking of being able to achieve this step, it is also related to Zhang Tinglan's vigorous promotion of medical construction, otherwise more wounded will die. Sadness is hidden in their hearts, they must use the fastest speed to save as many lives as possible, and they can't care about anything else.

After Shao Piaoping saw the soldier who was carried out, she took a few steps, and gently lifted the white cloth, only to see a pale and young face, which seemed to be no more than 20 years old. This soldier looked very handsome, and looked Like being a big boy next door.

His face was very peaceful, without any expression of pain, but in his eyes, it made people feel heartbroken. Shao Piaoping only felt extremely depressed, and even felt a little suffocated.

"Sir, he is a good soldier! During the battle, he killed at least five Russians, and was the first to rush into the governor's mansion. After being injured, he survived for six or seven days. Although he didn't survive in the end, but It's also good!"

The soldiers on the side spoke softly.For fear of alarming his dead brother, Shao Piaoping's shock at this time was unspeakable. He couldn't bear to look at that young face anymore, and silent tears rolled out of his eyes.

As a well-read literati, Shao Piaoping's understanding of war has not surpassed the scope of novels. This is the first time he saw such a scene, and he really felt the passing of life.

To regain national sovereignty, it depends on these soldiers throwing their heads and blood, and on the silent dedication of countless people, no matter how magnificent the article is.No matter how majestic the slogan is, it can't compare to the silence in front of you.

Only now did Shao Piaoping understand why Zhang Tinglan wanted to let herself see these ordinary soldiers and civilians. They were indeed much greater than those who seemed superior.

The entire hospital was filled with wounded people from inside to outside, even the aisle above.The patient on a hospital bed at the door was about to leave, and the nurse at the side kept explaining how to change the dressing.There are also various caveats.

The wounded man looked about 50 to [-] years old.His back was a little hunched, his face was covered with deep wrinkles, one sleeve was already empty, and the other hand was still holding medicine.

Shao Piaoping walked up to him quickly, and asked in a low voice; "Brother, what are you doing? Why did you get hurt, can you tell me?"

The wounded was still a little timid, but Shao Piaoping didn't seem to be malicious at all, and there were several officers behind him.He also relaxed a lot.

"I'm a worker in the Harbin General Factory. During the war, I helped carry a stretcher with my fellow workers. A shell exploded beside me, and this arm disappeared. I thought I was going to die at the time, no? Thinking of being sent to such a good hospital. I told them that all the beds were reserved for the soldiers, and I didn’t do anything to occupy the space, so I felt very sorry!”

"Brother, in order to deal with the Russians, you have lost an arm, how can you not be qualified!"

"It's not the same, it's not the same, you superiors don't know how the Russians bully people. They hang our workers on the pillars and beat them to death. How many people were bullied to death by them. Now the soldiers are capable Business, to deal with these big noses, we should do what we should do, even if we throw our lives out. It is not easy for those who are soldiers. They have to fight the Russians at a young age. I have seen it with my own eyes. I saw that when a soldier was fighting with a bayonet, his intestines were cut out, and he was still rolling with the Russians. I lost an arm, it’s nothing, it’s nothing.”

"Brother, then you said that we have suffered such a big loss, is it worth fighting the Russians? Isn't peace good?"

"It's worth it! It's not worth it!" When he said this, the wounded man unconsciously puffed up his chest, and said loudly: "We don't know anything else, but we also know that the Russians are relying on our land. If we don’t drive them away, our children and grandchildren will all be slaves and be bullied by the people of the country, kneel down and be slaves to them, just for this, no matter how many people die, I think it’s worth it!”

Listening to this little old man's words, Shao Piaoping was very emotional. Looking at the worker in front of him, and thinking about that teacher Zhu just now, it made him understand the truth of killing more dogs with righteousness.How many literati read more, but have less conscience. It is obvious that their words are preposterous and confusing black and white, but they can still speak plausibly. Thinking about the faces of these people, it even makes people sick.

Shao Piaoping took out more than a dozen dollars from his pocket, and stuffed them all into the worker's hands, "Brother, take this money, buy some meat, and take good care of yourself!"

"Hurry up and take it back. The lives of the poor are cheap, but the body is strong. The people from the factory came to tell me two days ago that the wages have been raised. They also arranged for me to work as a janitor. I am not tired. Earning money is better than It was a lot more before, and I can support myself, but I really can’t take this money.”

After the old worker finished speaking, he left the hospital tremblingly. Looking at his back, Shao Piaoping suddenly had mixed feelings.

"Director Zhang, many of our literati say that the wisdom of the people is not open, and that we must educate the people and promote new ideas, but until today, I discovered that we are the people who need to be educated. The lower the people, the more they know right from wrong. Right or wrong. Shao used to be proud of criticizing the current situation and thought highly of himself, but looking at it now, I am useless!"

"Sir, there is no need to be like this. A literati also has the value of a literati. As long as your conscience is right, you are worthy of respect!"

"It's just that there are too few literati with a conscience!" Shao Piaoping said: "After I heard about the recovery of the Middle East Road this time, I immediately went north, but many literati were talking about it, and most of them were accusing Fengtian of overreaching. To provoke the big powers is to hit a stone with an egg and seek death, which is not much different from what Teacher Zhu said."

Zhang Tinglan knew about this kind of thing a long time ago, and he sneered: "Mr. Shao, have you noticed that there is a phenomenon of schizophrenia in the literati nowadays, and they will be scolded as traitors. The government is tough, and they say they want to kill themselves; I praise the civilization of the West every day, but I turn a blind eye to the rampant and plundering of Westerners on our land; the government exploits the people when it does something, and doesn’t care about the people if it doesn’t do anything. Anyway, the reason is theirs.”

Zhang Tinglan laughed at himself, and then said: "In order to promote literacy, Fengjun used a lot of pinyin. How many literati have stood up and scolded the street, saying that abandoning traditional culture is stifling cultural inheritance. In fact, I have more radical ideas." The measures are going to be promoted, that is to gradually promote simplified characters, I am afraid that there will be more scolding at that time. But Mr. Shao, have you noticed that the group of people who are also scolding pinyin turned their heads and said that they should abandon Chinese characters and want to completely Westernization, the introduction of Western alphabets, can make such a suggestion, can they really love traditional culture?"

Faced with Zhang Tinglan's question, Shao Piaoping was dumbfounded. Originally, he didn't think about the problem from this perspective, but now that Zhang Tinglan said this, he suddenly came to his senses. Indeed, in recent years, there have always been some diametrically opposite things. The literati seem to be really schizophrenic, playing double standards to the extreme.

Shao Piaoping thought about it painfully, and then said: "Director Zhang, this may be the way of the old scholar-bureaucrats' empty talk to harm the country. Our big empire has too much dregs of traditional culture, and the poison is too serious. As long as we innovate the culture, maybe there will be more Hope for change."

"I'm afraid this is wrong. The same Confucian classics, there were the prosperity of the Han and Tang Dynasties, and the splendor of the Song and Ming Wenzhi, and finally fell to the Manchu and Qing Dynasties, and the country was on the verge of subjugation. The same Confucianism, how every dynasty is different, in fact It’s a question worth thinking about.”

"Wish to hear it!"

"There is no crime in culture, the crime is in those who inherit the culture, especially when a few people monopolize the culture, they are out of touch with the country."

How to look at traditional culture, this topic is also a very hot topic in later generations. There is even an upsurge in Chinese studies, and things like the Three Character Classic and Disciple Rules have been dug out. Whether it is Westernization or traditionalism has always been debated.

In fact, this kind of debate began in the Republic of China, and Zhang Tinglan was also trying to find the answer to this question. After repeated thinking, Zhang Tinglan had some understanding.

"Mr. Shao, in ancient China, the number of literate people would not exceed 5.00% at most, and to govern a huge country, it is necessary to select officials from among these very few scholars. Even if they cannot become officials, these literati can still Being a teacher, doing leisurely work like copywriting, living comfortably, even their descendants can follow their old ways and continue to be so comfortable, so they will despise manual labor and oppose the development of science and technology, because these are their benefit impact.

Especially when it comes to the change of dynasty, these literati are actually very sure. They rely on military generals to conquer the world, and literati to rule the world. No matter who is in power, they can continue to be officials and enjoy privileges.With this confidence, will they swear to resist foreign enemies? Therefore, whether it is the end of the Song Dynasty or the end of the Ming Dynasty, there are many traitors in the civil official group, vying to betray the country. The bigger the official, the happier the traitor will be.In order to solve this problem, the innovation of culture is a matter of life and death, and the most important thing is to popularize knowledge! "(to be continued...)