Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Just like Shinoda Haruse said, Zhao Chuanxin had no channel to publish it in newspapers in South Korea.

But he didn't want to do that at all.

Since what we want to recapture is the Jiandao area, is there any use in going to South Korea?

That night, Zhao Chuanxin took people to the Jiandao area.

Just like later generations sweeping buildings with leaflets, Zhao Chuanxin and the others took newspapers and sneaked them from door to door.

If someone discovers it, send a copy generously.

If you want to yell? Sorry, then this is a big deal.

It doesn't matter if you use it to wipe your butt and paper the wall, the quality doesn't matter, the quantity must meet the standard anyway.

Tonight, Liu Yonghe also came.

He asked in a low voice: "Captain Zhao, is this really useful?"

"Wait and see."

"How long will it take to see the results?"

"This is just a warm-up. There will be a more exciting little movie later. It won't be long before I make everyone here in Jiandao hate Little Japan."

After handing out the newspapers, it was already very late.

Zhao Chuanxin looked up at the sky,

There is a round moon and colorful stars.

Under the moonlight, you can see the green willow trees beside the road.

In the distance, there are the outlines of mountains wrapped in the deep night sky.

In my ears, I can hear the rushing sound of the Tumen River, and the rustling sound of people stepping on stones and legs touching the seeds of Su Zi.

He couldn't tell how wonderful these scenery were, but they made Zhao Chuanxin feel relaxed and happy.

He was born and raised in the black land and has deep feelings for this land.

He likes to eat and is lazy to work, and he speaks freely, but reaching out for clothes, laughing and cursing does not affect his patriotism.

Just like Comrade Shuren is patriotic and speaks out for the nation, Comrade Shuren's quality of life may not be higher than that of Zhao Chuanxin. Who can deny Comrade Shuren's enthusiasm and enthusiasm?

Comrade Shuren also once said that Chinese characters must be eliminated, otherwise the country will perish. At least Zhao Chuanxin didn't say this, right?

Sometimes, Zhao Chuanxin felt that everything he did was as illusory as fantasy.

At other times, he felt that as long as these scraps of fantasy were made strong enough and detailed enough, the fantasy would blend with the real world.

Perhaps, in the eyes of visionaries, the things he did were far from overthrowing the Qing court, or even replacing it, and were not as exciting as these thrilling events.

But Zhao Chuanxin felt that what he should do was something he could control and see the historical direction of the mechanism, instead of being a vain experientialist and operating randomly regardless of the consequences.

Others think he is reckless, but he himself does not think so.

The next day,

In the Jiandao area, when people open their doors, what they see is newspapers with the smell of ink placed at the door.

It's fresh.

Ordinary people, who buys newspapers? If you have that money, you can exchange it for some soy sauce and mix it with rice to have an extra bowl.

But don’t give up for free.

There are people who can’t read, but they can look at pictures and look at pictures.

A snot-nosed kid happily returned to the house with a newspaper and entered his parents' room: "Mom and dad, look, what is this painting?"

His parents were wrapped naked in the quilt, opened their eyes in confusion, and said angrily: "Isn't this a newspaper? You go out first and come in later."

This is a family with good conditions, but they live in a separate room with their children. In poor conditions, men, women, old and young all crowded into the same room, and a small world could be formed by just drawing a curtain.

At night, as long as you tell yourself that you are deaf, you will not hear any weird sounds.

The snotty baby was still in high spirits and went out happily holding the newspaper.

In an era when supplies are scarce, even a newspaper can become a toy.

The snot-nosed baby sat on the threshold of his house with his hair in a hair-do, looking happily at the pictures in the newspaper under the rays of the rising sun in the east.

After looking at the paintings, I went to look at the photos.

After looking at the photo, I finally looked at the words on it.

He scratched the shaved back of his head and said, "Unfortunately, there are too few paintings."

In fact, Korean people are also people of flesh and blood. Especially in Jiandao, every household is poor and there is no difference.

After a while, his parents came out fully dressed and roughly took the newspaper from his hands.

Men are literate and can understand proverbs.

He wondered: "The Japanese massacred our people? Why didn't I know about this?"

The woman stretched her head and asked curiously: "Did it just happen that it hasn't spread yet?"

"Well, I have to go find out. By the way, where did this newspaper come from?"

The couple looked at the snotty kid sitting on the threshold.

Sniffles scratched the back of his head and said, "I don't know, there's one at the door."

This situation happens in every household in the Jiandao area.

Those who are literate can read it themselves, while those who are illiterate can ask their neighbors.

At first, they inquired like this: "Did the Japanese massacre our people?"

Well, if no one refutes the rumors, then they will start spreading them.

Slowly, the question became like this: "Have you heard that the Japanese massacred our people!"

As the sun rises, pull higher. The news brewed until the end, and it became: "Damn little Japan, it doesn't want to die a good death, but it actually kills us Korean people!"

This is the result Zhao Chuanxin wants.

Never overestimate the rationality of the people, and never overestimate the IQ of the mob.

In later generations, rumors that a fool could see through often had the effect of causing people to loot certain goods.

Anyway, everyone else is grabbing it, and if you don’t grab it, you’ll feel panicked.

My hands are not under my control at all.

Then grab it.

The effect now is similar.

Everyone else believes it, but you don’t?

Then you have no conscience, you are out of touch with the masses.

You do not believe? Then you don’t love our Korean Empire. If you don’t believe it, do you know?

You do not believe? Then I have to argue with you and see how you will die when the Japanese come to kill you!

In this case, just believe it.

Yes, the Japanese massacred Korean people!

This storm blew faster than Liu Yonghe imagined, and was stronger than Zhao Chuanxin expected.

When Saito Kijiro came to the Jiajima area with the Korean police bastards, he was immediately confused.

A group of common people gathered together and threw rotten potatoes that had not been stored properly in the winter, rotten cabbage leaves with withered and yellow leaves that were inedible, and poop lumps from the fields, and threw them towards Saito Kijiro from a distance.

Saito Kijiro's entourage was furious: "Baga, you bunch of unruly people, do you want to rebel?"

"Bah! The Japanese will not die well!"

"Get out of Korea."

"No, the Japanese should get out of China!"

Saito Kijiro looked down at the unknown creature's feces stained on his clothes. He was so disgusted.

Seeing the fierce situation, he really didn't know what to do.

The attendant angrily took his gun and pointed it at the approaching farmer.