Ning Zetao said nothing, looking at Yuan Mingzhu and Ning Xiner, wondering why the lives of these two sisters were so different.
"But I also have a condition." Lu Ming immediately continued.
"Brother Lu, just say it." Mr. Dong nodded.
"While you are using the radio, teach Mingzhu how to send and receive telegrams, including code-breaking techniques, etc. Teach her everything related to using the radio," Lu Ming said.
"This is no problem. As long as Miss Yuan is willing to learn, we can teach her without reservation." Mr. Dong agreed.
"That's no problem." Lu Ming said.
"Great, I can have another teacher to study with." Yuan Mingzhu happily clapped her hands and laughed.
Although she and Lu Ming were taught by the authoritative telecommunications expert of the Kuomintang, the time was too short after all, and the skills they learned were far from the level of normal sending and receiving of telegrams.
Yuan Mingzhu is quite good. Not only has she practiced for a long time, but she also works hard. Lu Ming spent three days fishing and two days drying nets, and he is still a complete novice.
Lu Ming wanted Yuan Mingzhu to be able to send and receive telegrams professionally. It didn't matter whether he could send or receive telegrams.
He didn't know why, but he always felt that he would have to rely on this radio station in the future. Not only was he in contact with Mr. Flender, it seemed that there were more important things waiting for him to do.
Ning Zetao asked someone to bring a table of wine and food, and everyone sat down and started eating and drinking.
Lu Ming did not consult Mr. Dong about the Communist Party of China. He was vaguely uneasy now. He had been in contact with Peter and Andre for a long time, and he felt that he was about to fall into it.
Regarding this, he felt very uneasy in his heart, but also very unwilling. His left leg was uneasy, and his right leg was unwilling. Which leg should he take now?
Rationally speaking, he is not against the Communist Party, but he is definitely not a supporter of the Communist Party.
Andre and Peter introduced him to the various advantages of the socialist system, which fascinated him. However, he felt that the world was far away from him. He could only imagine it but not touch it, so it was not very real.
He often felt like he was standing at a crossroads.
Moving forward is the direction of his life that has been defined by his class since he was born; turning left is a brand new life path with ups and downs and unpredictable prospects.
He didn't know which way to go now, or whether it was appropriate for him to turn left.
Yuan Mingzhu, who had always talked a lot, almost didn't speak. She seemed to be immersed in the anticipation of learning to send and receive newspapers. Ning Xiner also didn't say a word. Listening to the conversation between Lu Ming and Mr. Dong, she seemed to have realized something.
Mr. Dong wanted to speak several times, but he didn't know what to say. Maybe he felt that the time was not yet ripe.
Ning Zetao kept urging everyone to drink, and the wine table seemed a bit dull.
After finishing the meal, Mr. Dong suddenly smiled and said: "Brother Lu, how about we take a walk together?"
"Okay, it's up to you." Lu Ming thought for a moment and nodded.
"Then let's go in the backyard. The backyard is relatively quiet and no one will disturb us." Ning Zetao said with a smile.
Under the guidance of Ning Zetao, the two of them went out through a hidden back door and arrived at the backyard.
This is a secret courtyard, which may be the place where Ning Zetao practices his own martial arts. There are various practicing instruments in the courtyard, such as stone locks, stone fences, swords, guns, swords and halberds, and even a target for shooting. This is simply a stone tool.
A leap from the era to the age of firearms.
"Since Brother Lu knows who I am, I won't hide it," Mr. Dong said.
"Well, the legend describes him as a man with a green face and fangs." Lu Ming joked.
"Actually, the head on my necklace is quite valuable. The government of the Republic of China has offered a reward of 50,000 yuan. Isn't Brother Lu interested?" Mr. Dong had a playful expression on his face.
"No. First of all, I have never been in the habit of betraying or informing. Secondly, fifty thousand oceans is not a great fortune to me." Lu Ming shrugged.
"I heard that Brother Lu is very generous and often spends a lot of money." Mr. Dong said casually, probably to make the conversation more relaxed.
"Haha, this is also a sin in the eyes of your party, right?" Lu Ming laughed at himself.
"Otherwise, as long as your money is obtained legally, you are free to spend it how you want. We are going to build a proletarian paradise, but that will be a long process. Before that, the bourgeoisie and the property-owning class
They will exist for a long time, and it should be said that their existence is also valuable to the country." Mr. Dong smiled.
"Your future goal is to eradicate all bourgeoisie and property-owning classes, right?" Lu Ming asked.
"That's true, but the proletariat in the future is just a class attribute. It doesn't mean that the people really have nothing. If everyone is made like a beggar, what kind of revolution will we have? Our ideal proletariat is also
They will live a prosperous life, but they are aware and will not be greedy for wealth." Mr. Dong raised his head and looked up at the sky. The sky was full of colorful clouds at this moment, which was very magnificent.
"I also long for a society where everyone is not greedy for money, but it is too difficult. Look at the country now..." Lu Ming hesitated.
"Their wealth was created with their own hands and distributed reasonably by the state, instead of exploiting and oppressing others or plundering it, so they will cherish it more." Mr. Dong said sonorously.
"Well, it sounds very good, just like the system currently implemented in the Soviet Union. Every citizen can go to school for free, get free medical treatment, every worker or state cadre can get a house, etc." Lu Ming said with a smile.
.
"Well, it's almost the same, but China has China's national conditions, and many situations in the Soviet Union may not be suitable for us in China. Although we study the same set of theories and believe in the same doctrine, the countries are different and the people are different." Mr. Dong
explained.
Lu Ming nodded. He also thought that was the case. China and the Soviet Union had different national conditions. The same doctrine and the same system may be implemented in completely different ways.
What kind of system is suitable for China? How can a country achieve perfection? For Lu Ming, this question is too profound and he can't find the answer.
"Comrade Peter and Comrade Andre have been in contact with you recently, right?" Mr. Dong asked with a smile.
"Ah, how do you know? Do you know them too?" Lu Ming asked with raised eyebrows.
"Of course we know each other, we have a comradely relationship, but now they are wavering, and they are even aiding our enemies, helping someone Jiang and someone Wang make suggestions. They don't understand China at all. What they are doing is...
It won’t work in China either.” Mr. Dong showed a sarcastic smile.
"Oh, that's not right. Comrades and comrades should help selflessly. How can your elbows be turned outward?" Lu Ming was really confused.
"They are pragmatists and only look at immediate interests. We are patient and believe that one day they will see the truth about China clearly and stand on our side." Mr. Dong let out a long sigh of relief.
"Actually, don't talk about them. I don't see any hope of your victory now. There is no malice, just tell the truth. This is also asking you to verify, how much confidence do you still have?" Lu Ming said with a smile.
"Well, after the failure of the great revolution, the environment was indeed worse than before. Even many comrades in our party expressed pessimism. Some people asked how long our red flag can be kept flying? You know a senior leader in our party is
How do you answer?" Mr. Dong stretched out his arms and did a chest expansion exercise.
"Well, what's the answer?" Lu Ming asked with great interest. He really wanted to know the answer.
"The senior leader comrade replied: A single spark can start a prairie fire. A spark is very weak, but once it burns, it can burn all the weeds on the entire wasteland." Mr. Dong's eyes were shining brightly, and he was obviously interested.