Zhang Tinglan and Shao Piaoping had just walked to the door of the hospital when they saw two soldiers running out quickly carrying a corpse. Their eyes were filled with tears. Another soldier died. In this battle, Feng Feng
There are more than 2,000 casualties in the army. This number has far exceeded Fengjun's medical limit and even exceeded Harbin's capacity. Almost all hospitals are full of wounded.
However, this is far from meeting the needs. Therefore, only the critically injured can be admitted to the hospital. All the lightly injured are treated in the military camp. For others whose injuries are too serious, we can only endure the pain so that they can suffer less and leave this world as soon as possible.
Speaking of which, being able to achieve this step is also related to Zhang Tinglan's vigorous promotion of medical construction. Otherwise, more wounded people will die. That's it. The seriously injured people in the hospital will leave everyone from time to time, but all the doctors and nurses must
With sadness hidden in their hearts, they must use the fastest speed to save as many lives as possible, without caring about anything else.
After Shao Piaoping saw the soldiers being carried out, she took a few steps and gently lifted up the white cloth. She saw a pale and young face. It looked like he was no more than twenty years old. This soldier looked very delicate and handsome.
He looks like a big boy next door.
His face was very peaceful, with no expression of pain, but looking at it in his eyes gave people a feeling of heartbreak. Shao Piaoping felt extremely depressed, even 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 persisted for six or seven days. Although he did not survive in the end,
That’s good too!”
The soldier on the side spoke softly. For fear of disturbing his dead brother, Shao Piaoping was shocked beyond words at this time. He could no longer bear to look at that young face anymore, and silent tears kept rolling out of his eyes.
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As a well-read man of letters, Shao Piaoping's understanding of war actually did not go beyond the scope of romance. This was the first time for him to see such a scene, and he truly felt the loss of life.
To regain national sovereignty, it depends on the sacrifice of these soldiers' 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.
Now Shao Piaoping understood why Zhang Tinglan wanted to see these ordinary soldiers and civilians. They were indeed much greater than those seemingly superior figures.
The entire hospital was filled with wounded people from inside to outside, even the aisles. When they came in, the patient on a bed at the door was preparing to leave. The nurse beside him kept introducing him how to change dressings and various precautions.
matter.
This wounded man looked to be in his forties or fifties. His back was a bit hunched, his face was full of deep wrinkles, one sleeve was empty, and he was still holding medicine in the other hand.
Shao Piaoping quickly walked up to him and asked in a low voice: "Brother, what do you do? Why are you injured? Can you tell me if you don't?"
The wounded man was still a little timid, but when he saw that Shao Piaoping was not malicious and that there were several officers following him, he relaxed a lot.
"I am a worker at the Harbin Main Factory. During the war, my fellow workers and I helped carry the stretcher. A shell exploded next to me, and my arm was gone. I thought I was going to die at the time, but no.
I thought about being sent to such a good hospital. I told them all to leave the beds to the soldiers, but I didn’t do anything but occupied the position, and I felt really bad about it!"
"Brother, you lost an arm to deal with the Russians, how can you be disqualified!"
"It's different, it's different. You superiors don't know how the Russians bully people. They hang our workers on pillars and beat them to death. Many people have been bullied to death by them. Now the soldiers are capable
Let's get down to business. We should do what we should do to deal with these big noses, even if we throw our lives away. It's not easy for those who are soldiers. They are young and have to fight the Russians desperately. I have witnessed it with my own eyes.
I saw a soldier’s intestines being cut out while fighting with his bayonet, and he was rolling with the Russians. I lost an arm, it’s nothing, it’s nothing.”
"Brother, you think we have suffered such heavy losses, is it still worth fighting the Russians? Isn't peace good?"
"It's worth it! Why isn't it worth it?" When he said this, the wounded man puffed up his chest unconsciously and said loudly: "We don't know anything else, but we also know that the Russians depend on our land.
If we don’t drive them away, our children and grandchildren will all be slaves and be bullied by our countrymen. We will kneel down and become slaves to them. Just because of this, no matter how many people die, I think it will all be worth it!”
Listening to the words of this little old man, Shao Piaoping was extremely emotional. Looking at the worker in front of him, and then thinking about the teacher Zhu just now, he completely understood the principle of killing more dogs in a righteous manner. How many literati read more and have a clear conscience?
But the less they say, they are obviously using strong words to confuse right and wrong, but they can still speak plausibly. Thinking about the faces of these people, it is even disgusting.
Shao Piaoping took out more than a dozen yuan from his pocket and stuffed it into the worker's hand. "Brother, take this little money and buy some meat or something to take good care of yourself!"
"You should take it back quickly. The poor are poor and have a strong body. In the first two days, people from the factory came to tell me that my wages have been increased. They also arranged a janitor job for me. I am not tired and I can earn money."
It’s a lot more than before, I can support myself, but I really can’t ask for this money.”
After the old worker finished speaking, he left the hospital tremblingly. Looking at his back, Shao Piaoping suddenly had a mixed feeling.
"Supervisor Zhang, many of our literati say that the people are not enlightened, and we need to educate the people and promote new ideas. But today, I discovered that we are the ones who need to be educated. The lower the people are, the more they know right from wrong.
Right or wrong. Shao used to be proud of criticizing the evils of the times and thought very highly of himself, but now I see that I am useless!"
"Sir, there is no need to be like this. Literati also have their own value. As long as their conscience is correct, they are worthy of respect!"
"It's just that there are too few conscientious scholars!" Shao Piaoping said: "After I heard about the recovery of the Middle Road this time, I immediately went north, but many scholars were talking about it, and most of them accused Fengtian of overestimating his capabilities.
To provoke the great powers is to kill yourself with an egg, which is not much different from what Mr. Zhu said."
Zhang Tinglan had long known this kind of thing, and he sneered: "Mr. Shao, have you noticed that today's literati have a schizophrenia phenomenon, and they will be accused of being traitors to the country. The government has become tough, and they say they are seeking death;
We praise Western civilization and enlightenment every day, but turn a blind eye to the tyranny and plundering of Westerners in our land. The government does things to exploit the people, and if it doesn't do things, it doesn't care whether the people live or die. Anyway, the truth belongs to them."
Zhang Tinglan smiled self-deprecatingly, and then said: "In order to promote literacy, Fengjun used Pinyin extensively. Many literati stood up and cursed, saying that abandoning traditional culture was stifling cultural inheritance. In fact, I am more radical.
We are preparing to promote the measures, which is to gradually promote simplified characters. I am afraid that I will be scolded even more. But Mr. Shao, have you noticed that the same group of people who scolded Pinyin turned around and said that they would abandon Chinese characters and completely eliminate Chinese characters?
Westernization, the introduction of Western alphabet and writing, can they make such a suggestion, can they sincerely care for traditional culture?"
Faced with Zhang Tinglan's question, Shao Piaoping was dumbfounded. Originally, he had not thought about the problem from this perspective, but now that Zhang Tinglan said this, he suddenly sobered up. Indeed, in recent years, there have always been some completely opposite things. China
The literati seemed to be really schizophrenic and took double standards to the extreme.
Shao Piaoping thought about it painfully, and then said: "Supervisor Zhang, this may be the way that the old scholar-bureaucrats used empty talk to harm the country. Our old empire has too much dross and too much poison in the traditional culture. As long as we innovate the culture, maybe there will be
The hope of change.”
"I'm afraid this is wrong. The same Confucian classics had the prosperity of the Han and Tang Dynasties, as well as the glory of the Song and Ming Dynasties. Finally, they fell to the Manchu and Qing Dynasties, and the country was on the verge of national subjugation. The same Confucius and Mencius' ways, but how come each dynasty is different? In fact,
It’s a question worth thinking about.”
"I'd like to hear more!"
"There is no crime in culture, the fault is in the people who inherit the culture. Especially when a few people monopolize the culture, they are out of touch with the country."
How to treat traditional culture is also a very hot topic in later generations. There is even a craze for Chinese studies, and things like the Three Character Classic and the Disciple Rules have been published. Whether it is Westernization or towards tradition has always been controversial.
In fact, this kind of debate began in the Republic of China. Zhang Tinglan was also trying to find the answer to this question. After repeated thinking, Zhang Tinglan finally came to an understanding.
"Mr. Shao, in ancient China, the number of people who were literate was no more than about 5% at most. To govern a huge country, it was necessary to select officials from these very few scholars. Even if they could not become officials, these literati
They can still work as masters, work leisurely jobs like copywriting, and live a comfortable life. Even their descendants can follow their old path and continue to be comfortable like this, so they will despise manual labor and oppose the development of science and technology, because these are all
It's their interests that impact.
Especially when it comes to changing dynasties, these literati are actually very confident. They rely on 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. Once they have this confidence, they will fight to the death against foreign enemies.
Well, therefore, whether it was the late Song Dynasty or the late Ming Dynasty, traitors emerged in large numbers among the civil servants, vying to betray the country. The bigger the official, the more willing to betray the country. To solve this problem, cultural innovation is to seek fish from a tree, and the most important thing is to popularize knowledge.
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