At this moment, I have awakened the eternal heroic spirit of China

Seeing this scene, the audience felt pain in their hearts.

That little helpless figure is the epitome of thousands of people in that era, and the Chinese nation is known as the most hardworking nation.

They worked hard from dawn to dusk, and worked hard, but what did they get in the end?
Is it the root of the whole body, or endless ridicule and scars?
What they ask for is not much, just to be able to settle down in this troubled world, eat enough and wear warmth, and they are satisfied.

The Huaxia nation is the most diligent yet most easily satisfied nation in the world. Such people cannot even satisfy their little wishes.

Ning An walked up to the stall owner, showing sympathy, stretched out a hand to help him clean up the rest of the goods, and put down a small piece of silver.

Looking at the sluggish stall owner, he sighed and continued to walk forward holding the oil-paper umbrella.

The silver was extremely dazzling on the small booth.

Before Ning An could go far, a group of wolves and tigers rushed over, scrambling without any rules. The stall owner howled, yelled, and cried bitterly.

But still firmly guarding that small piece of silver, it is not silver.

Yes, the lives of his family.

If you were born in a later life, if you think about it, someone will dissuade you. If you lose your money, you can make more money. If your life is gone, you will really be gone.

In future generations, everyone knows that life is more important than money.

However, in this ironic age, it seems to be ridiculed that money is more expensive than life.

At least, the lives of these ordinary people are worthless.

If you die, you will die.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Ning An became numb, cold, and cold...

A good thing, eventually, turned into a bad thing.

What kind of era is this?
"This era is a tragic era, and it is a scar that will never be healed in our hearts. The court is incompetent, officials are corrupt, and there is an immortal Cixi. In the end, it is still the people of the world who suffer."

"For their own enjoyment and privileges, those in power sell the country to others, cede to others, keep their promises externally, and strike hard internally."

"I have no guts when beating foreigners, but I am very cruel when bullying my own people."

Ning An's footsteps gradually accelerated with the sound, and everything behind him became blurred and blurred.

Occasionally, there is a glimpse of the majestic appearance of the Forbidden City, with red walls and yellow tiles, glazed lamps everywhere, full of nobility.

Those in power imprison themselves, thinking that they can sit back and relax.

They continued to enjoy their horses inside the high wall, enslaved the people, enjoyed the privileges of the nobles, were raised like stupid pigs, and worked hard to enjoy the life of the few nobles.

But in the end, it was destroyed by artillery and public anger.

The majestic and tall Forbidden City was instantly wiped out under the artillery fire, and it was destroyed in the capital along with the emperor's dream.

The last bit of dignity of the powerful is trampled and scorned at the feet of the enemy.

Huaxia has also entered the 'Awakening Age'.

When Ning An slowed down, the sky seemed to clear up.

The dark clouds covered the sky, and there was a tinge of blue, and the air after the rain was extraordinarily fresh.

Ning An gently folded the oil-paper umbrella, shook off the rain, and looked up at the sky with a look of relief on his face.

"It was not the cannons of foreigners, nor the wave of popular anger that destroyed the Qing Dynasty, but themselves."

"Unfortunately, they have never understood this point. Instead, they blame the world for their rebellion. There is no loyal minister in the great dynasty."

"Yes, after all, there is an old witch, how can this Daqingjiangshan not perish?"

This was the first time that Ning An mocked a specific person, and it was an undisguised mockery.

Cixi, a name that the world will never forget.

Even children with a yellow mouth have heard of it a little bit.

Demon girl, old hag, old and immortal things, disasters for the country and the people, etc., all kinds of words are manifested in her.

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"That's right, that's right, Brother Ning said it right to my heart. The damned Qingchao treats foreigners just like he treats his grandfather. He doesn't stop him from doing anything, but instead helps the evildoers. He treats his own people like Qingchao, wishing to kill everyone. Back then Isn't that what happened to the Heroes Group, and finally the hearts of the world were completely chilled."

"The Qing Dynasty is the only one that can send all patriotic righteous men to the guillotine. It's amazing."

"Damn it, I get angry when I mention Cixi, an old witch, and there are people who clean her up, clean up her mother? She can do it too, is her brain broken?"

"A letter of war angers the big powers, and if you can't beat it, you will become a grandson. This kind of writing is so brainless. Pigs are smarter than her."

When countless people mentioned Cixi, they all started to curse, without him, even if the matter of this woman was drawn out, even if she was whipped ten thousand times, it would not be enough to alleviate her guilt.

Although, she has taken some measures, but those are all for her regime.

History gave her the title of founder of Tongzhi Zhongxing, but in the end, she just continued to enjoy the power and power for the sake of the Qing Dynasty.

Countless people are scolding, this person is not clean.

It's not that the Qing Dynasty has no loyal ministers, but that all the loyal people in the Qing Dynasty were killed and utterly hurt.

They buried Qing Dynasty with their own hands.

These people will be hung on the pillar of shame forever, and those loyal people will be recorded in history and their names will be rectified.

In the end, be remembered.

At the same time, Ning An came to a mansion. The stone lion was lying outside the door mightily and domineeringly. His own soldiers guarded the door. He was full of energy. At first glance, he looked like an elite soldier.

Ning An raised his head, looked here, shook the oil-paper umbrella, and the raindrops attached to it spun and bloomed like flowers.

In the rain and fog, Ning An walked away, but none of the group found him.

Although these soldiers are already good, they are far behind the Qin army.

Today's soldiers have long lost the demeanor of the past.

To have such an appearance, he is an elite soldier.

In this era, even the sharp-edged warriors defending the country are like this.

It, can it be saved?

Ning An sighed, and a lonely figure appeared in this sunny day, walking forward quietly.

When Ning An's figure easily walked through the quaint courtyard wall and entered a study room, there were layers of ripples in the air, which was very beautiful.

"However, there are still heroes and lonely people in this Great Qingjiang Mountain. I am willing to set fire to the eight-nation alliance for the blood-stained land of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains!"

"Today, let us push away the number one horn of China's modern anti-aggression struggle."

"Humen sells cigarettes, Lin Zexu!"

As the sound fell, the study room came into view.

In the antique study room, faint blue smoke rose from the ethereal sandalwood, lingering in the room, making people feel refreshed after taking a sip.

Looking around, there are books everywhere, and each book is wrinkled and curled, and it can be seen that it has been read countless times.

Even some books are permeated with shallow pen and ink.

It seems that I just finished taking notes and writing my experience.

There are many ancient books on the ordinary desk. A slightly fat man with a white beard is holding a book in his hand, reading it with gusto.

A goatee fell over his chest, and long braids hung behind his head.

The old man was full of heroism and vigor, and he didn't look like an old man who knew his fate at all.

Perhaps because he was studying too seriously, he didn't notice that there was a guest in the room.

Ning An didn't bother the other party either, just looked at him quietly.

Lin Zexu seemed to be immersed in the world of classics, with a bewitched expression on his face, sometimes suddenly enlightened, sometimes nodding, sometimes praising and admiring, sometimes lamenting.

I don't know how long it took, the tea in my hand was completely cold, and there was no more heat.

After swallowing the fragrance wrapped in the herbal tea in one gulp, Lin Zexu slowly raised his head and stretched wearily. In an instant, his eyes focused on the young man in front of him.

"Who are you?"

"Junior Ning An, a scholar from 100 years later, has met the imperial envoy."