When the 1930s just began, the world was not happy. The number of unemployed people in the United States reached 15 million. Roosevelt reduced the value of one dollar to sixty cents. Soviet Union began to promote collective farms.
Lin believed that capitalists would choose war to get out of depression. Nazi stormtroopers held a massive military parade in Nuremberg, and Hitler predicted that the German Empire would exist for a thousand years.
Mussolini said: "The country is me", and the Italian army deployed 480,000 troops on the Austrian border.
The turmoil in the world structure has not had much impact on China. What really makes this country sad is the ensuing natural and man-made disasters.
After the spring of 1934, the weather across the country was abnormal.
Non-stop heavy rains caused several rivers to burst across the vast territory. Floods poured in and destroyed countless houses and seedlings. Floods in the Yangtze River Basin killed 200,000 people. Earthquakes in Suiyuan, Xishan and Xishan caused seven
Thousands of people died. The Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas, known as the "Paradise on Earth", did not receive a single drop of rain in the spring. The ditches dried up and the early rice withered. The farmland in more than half of the country had no hope of harvesting before the summer harvest.
In cities and towns, the prices of industrial raw materials were out of control, leading to price collapse. The market was hit by the Great Depression just after the rush to buy. The trend of bankruptcy swept almost all factories. Even the rubber king Tan Kah Kee declared bankruptcy. Bank gates were crowded day and night with people waiting to be cashed in.
Citizens, unemployed industrial workers, handicraftsmen who cannot make ends meet, and refugees with no food or clothing are mixed together, spread out on the streets of cities and towns where the countryside is as dense as a spider web and the water and land meet.
There are as many as 57 million hungry people struggling just above the poverty line. With the arrival of the hot season, the exhaustion and depression of the entire country is spreading like a steaming heat mist, covering the land of China.
When the economy collapsed, the ruling group suddenly became divided due to the imbalance of interest distribution.
Warlords such as Feng Xiang and Yan Shan, who opposed Chiang Kai-shek, supported their own troops and established a second government to oppose the Kuomintang government in Jingnan. This triggered a melee among warlords for the purpose of grabbing territory. The war spread to more than ten provinces, and the battlefields stretched across the country.
Thousands of miles.
The large-scale melee brought huge military expenditures. In order to maintain the huge war expenditures, the warlords who called themselves "the government" continued to allocate various taxes to the people. The war had just begun. In Nanhe, one of the main battlefields,
, the amount of military expenditures borne by farmers was more than forty times that of the already very heavy land tax, and various taxes had been collected in advance until 1936.
When the war entered its fifth month, military expenditures reached more than 500 million yuan, and the number of casualties on both sides exceeded 300,000.
At this time, China was like a huge refugee shelter. Tens of millions of refugees who had been displaced to escape the war, as many as half a million unemployed workers, and wounded soldiers with different numbers but the same despair were mixed together, wandering around.
Amidst deserted fields and dilapidated towns.
This is a confused, spiritless race.
At this time, in the Northeastern Provinces, just two years after the September 18th Incident, Chiang Shi adopted a policy of non-resistance and allowed the Japanese army to invade and occupy the Eastern Fourth Provinces, and proposed that "we must first pacify the interior before resisting foreign aggression."
China is in danger and the nation is hopeless.
Even Xia Yuan shudders when he thinks about this era.
This is a truly desperate world.
The only thing that made him feel lucky was that his village had not been affected yet and everything seemed relatively stable. However, from his memory, the tax revenue had tripled in the past two years, and the land tax paid was three times higher than before.
times.
"Awaken, wake up in such a chaotic world."
Xia Yuan seemed to understand this mission, but what followed was a complicated thread. He didn't know how to wake up the farmers and how to carry out the present. Fortunately, no matter how long the mission world has passed, the real world has just passed, so he also
Don't act in a hurry and continue to act like a fool in the village.
On the other hand, his body is weak. This time, the identity given to him is that of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old child, about 1.6 meters tall, severely malnourished, and hungry. Fortunately, when he traveled through time, his physical quality was
The original body has been changed, but if he does not take in enough nutrients for a long time, even if his physique is twice that of ordinary people, he will gradually become weak.
The first thing to solve at the moment is his own food and clothing problem, but this is not a problem for him. If he doesn’t have anything to eat, he can just go to the landlord’s house and steal it. The landlord’s food is squeezed from the farmers, so there is no need to steal it.
Psychological stress.
Get up from the ground and stand at the edge of the field, looking at the surrounding fields. There are many people picking up wheat ears early in the morning. Men, women, old and young are hunched over, searching for fallen wheat grains on the ground with their rough palms.
, found one and picked it up carefully, put it on the palm of his hand and gently blew off the dust, and carefully placed it in a cloth bag around his waist. Some people already had half a bag of grain in their cloth bag.
Xia Yuan is aware of the current situation in the country. Despite his young age, it is almost impossible to survive as a family to get a bite of food.
But he had more ideas in his mind.
A shrill scream came from the distance, interrupting Xia Yuan's thoughts. When he looked up, he saw that the gangsters under the landlord were robbing the villagers of food again. The figure of an old farmer was hunched over, protecting half a bag of wheat the size of a palm in his arms.
The white-haired man fell to his knees on the ground, surrounded by seven or eight strong gangsters holding firearms, punching and kicking him, and even hitting his body with gun butts.
"You damn old man, hurry up and take out the food!"
The leading man cursed: "Beat me, that's what animals are like. If you don't obey, you should be beaten!"
The old farmer was beaten until he was rolling on the ground, but he still tightly protected the last half bag of wheat grains. His mouth was full of blood mixed with mud and sand, and he begged and said: "Please, this is our family of five people."
You can’t take away a year’s worth of rations. If you take it away, what will we eat?”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Damn it, if you don't eat the toast, you will be fined, right? You haven't paid enough local taxes. I don't care what you eat, so hand it over quickly!"
The leading man showed no mercy and ordered his men to continue beating him with stern eyes.
After a while, the old farmer was beaten and his mouth and nose were bleeding. The blood infected the ground and turned it into sand. The old farmer still protected the small bag of wheat grains in his arms. He knew in his heart that if the wheat grains were lost, their whole family would be affected.
All five people will go hungry.
This year's land tax was three times higher than in previous years. They even took out all the grain they had saved in previous years, but they still couldn't fill the hole. Their family was destitute and they had no money to buy grain. They could only search for drops in the fields after harvesting.
There are wheat grains in the soil, but this group of people will not let go of the palm-sized half bag of wheat grains, and still want to snatch it away.
How could an old farmer stand up to a few strong local ruffians? During the tearing process, the small half bag of wheat grains in his arms was scattered on the ground. The old farmer cried and shouted, covering his body with blood and throwing away the sand mixed with wheat grains.
Close to their own arms, this is their family's last hope.
Seeing that the grains of wheat were scattered all over the ground, these gangsters were willing to give up and violently raised the sand on the ground with their feet. The sand flew everywhere along with the grains of wheat, leaving the old farmer kneeling on the ground covered in blood.
, tremblingly protecting the sand in his arms, as if protecting their family's livelihood.
The villagers standing in the field in the distance looked at it from a distance, bent down numbly and continued to look for the wheat grains that might exist under the sand, as if none of this had happened.
When the old farmer saw that everyone was gone, he carefully let go of his arm. Regardless of the pain in his body, he stretched out his trembling palms to search for wheat grains in the soil. When he found a grain of wheat, he carefully blew away the sand and placed it in the cloth bag in his arms.
inside.
The seventy-year-old farmer picked up a grain of wheat, and the muddy tears rolled down his face mixed with the sand. He looked at the clear sky, but could not see a trace of sunshine.
Such a scene made Xia Yuan's heart ache. He stepped forward and picked up a grain of wheat on the ground. He stretched out his dirty and thin palms and handed it to the other party. The old farmer saw these thin palms and turned his head to look at them.
The eyes are Xia San's crazy child, with ragged clothes and unkempt hair, but those eyes are unusually bright and clear.
The old farmer tremblingly took the wheat grains and put them carefully in the cloth bag. Xia Yuan sat down next to him and said: "They treated the big guy like this, didn't the big guy ever want to resist?
"
The old farmer wiped the blood from his mouth and beard, wiped the bloody mud from his palms on his body, looked for wheat grains in the soil, and said in a pale voice: "How can you resist? They have guns, we have nothing, and I
I am already old and unable to resist."
The old farmer looked at the ground numbly, "Get used to it, you'll get used to it."
Life has reduced their brilliance to nothing, let alone resistance. It has been this way for thousands of years. The landlords are powerful, rich, have guns, and have people. They cannot resist and cannot resist.
Xia Yuan remained silent: "It's not just ideas that are awakened, but more importantly people."
The feudal system of the old society was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Although the Three People's Principles overthrew the feudal system, Jiang Shi did not carry forward the Three People's Principles. He even trampled on and abandoned the Three People's Principles, causing the society to develop to such a nondescript level that the people had no life.
During the war, it was the common people who suffered, and it was still the common people who were responsible for the war. They enjoyed the superior life brought to them by the farmers, but did not give back to the farmers, which formed a kind of squeeze and placed heavy pressure on the farmers.
"Are you used to it?"
Xia Yuan looked at the farmers in the field who were facing the loess and their backs to the sky. After paying the land tax, they no longer had any surplus grain in their hands. If they wanted to survive, they had to eat rice. Picking up the wheat grains dropped in the field was just one of them. Really
When the great famine came, people would even eat the bark of trees.
He stood up with firm eyes: "A happy life must be created with one's own hands, not through charity from landlords."
Xia Yuan thought of the Red Army and asked, "Do you know the Red Army?"
The old farmer was stunned and murmured: "The Red Army..."
He seemed to be searching for this word in his long memory. After thinking for a long time, he shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't heard of it, what is it."
Xia Yuandao: "That is the people's team. They can bring happiness to the people, drive away the landlords, and give the people their own land. They are a group of people with ideals. They will build a new China and let everyone live a better life."
Happy days.”
After seeing with his own eyes the life of the lower-class farmers in the old days, he finally realized why the Red Army was loved by the people, and why there were voices saying "Only the Red Army can save China". They are truly an army for the people, and
After Jiang Shi abandoned his husband's Three People's Principles, he finally represented the interests of the landlord class and gradually went on the road of retrogression.
"Is there really such a team?"
The old farmer was stunned for a moment. The warlords in his memory only squeezed and exploited them. Like the landlords, they were the people's army. This was the first time I heard of the army that distributed land to the people.
"some."
Xia Yuan got up and left. When he came to the village, the children running towards him were playing with him. The peasant woman who was carrying a basket and working in the fields looked at him from a distance and called her children to stay away from him. The children dispersed without a trace.
With the children noisy in his ears, Xia Yuan was left alone, walking in ragged clothes on the uneven road in the village.
The low and dilapidated mud house looked dirty and messy. An old man with gray hair in his sixties or seventies was wearing shabby clothes. His figure was stooped, skinny as wood, and his face was sallow. He was crawling on the tongs that had been picked up, and he was mixing mud paste with water.
against the wall,
The young people go to work in the fields to find wheat grains, while the old people stay at home and use their own strength.
The landlord's hooligans were wandering around the village. When they saw Xia Yuan surrounding him without any explanation, they beat and kicked him. Xia Yuan did not resist and allowed them to beat and scold him. The villagers standing under the trees in the distance were numb.
They looked at it with sympathy in their eyes, but no one dared to step forward to stop it. The gangsters under the landlord were running rampant in the village, bullying men and women, and doing all kinds of evil. Faced with the oppression of the gangsters under the landlord, the villagers could only silently
Bear.
The team collecting wheat grains from a distance returned. Several young people stood not far away and looked at the gangsters who bullied Xia Yuan. The leader, a young man with messy hair, looked angry and wanted to step forward to stop him, but was pulled away by his companions.
He paused, shook his head, and signaled him not to mess around.
The landlord has a gun in his hand, and they have to cultivate the landlord's land. If there is no landlord's land, they will all starve to death. But this year's harvest is very small, the tax has doubled, and the family's food is not enough. I heard that Nanhe
New taxes have come out over there. There is a grain tax, a salt tax, a salt tax, and an oil tax. There is food but you can’t even afford to eat. There are even overdraft taxes. It is obviously three or four years, but the taxes have already been collected.
In 36 years, the national army here came, and the Yan army came again. Both governments had to pay taxes, and they sold everything they could sell in order to make up for the taxes. The flames of war came over again.
A lifetime of hard work vanished into nothing in an instant.
Tens of millions of refugees flocked to major cities like crazy, and the criss-crossing wilderness was littered with the bodies of ordinary people.
There were floods, droughts, and civil wars, and people died one after another.
To the north, the Japanese army invaded and occupied the four eastern provinces and established the Manchu government. People throughout China were in dire straits.
Some people even doubt whether China still exists after 1934? Does the Chinese nation still exist?