Of the people here, only Li Zhenli doesn't understand.
Because concepts such as country, nation, and political power have become deeply rooted in the hearts of the people after years of propaganda in Shandong.
"The motherland is the place where our ancestors, fathers, us and our descendants have lived and thrived for generations. This concept does not only refer to us Han people, but also includes the Jurchens, Mongols, Miao and even the Jurchens who live on this land.
They killed our Westerners."
Li Zhenli is like a sponge, desperately absorbing new knowledge.
"Doesn't that mean that Ming Dynasty is our motherland?"
Before Zuo Mengeng could say anything, she asked a dangerous question.
"Since the Ming Dynasty is the motherland, and General, your songs are full of respect for the motherland, why do you want to rebel?"
Anyone who comes into contact with Zuo Menggeng will contract this disease without knowing it.
That's straight forward.
There is no way, this is the nature of soldiers.
One is one, two is two, there is absolutely no room for sand in your eyes.
Many people used to play with language skills in front of Zuo Mengeng, but they were all driven to the point of death by his direct attacks.
Li Zhenli is also adapting to this way of speaking.
She was born in a brothel and has met countless people. What she is best at is watching people's dishes and catering to their liking.
These words frightened many people into panic, but she was convinced that she would be fine.
Sure enough, Zuo Mengeng was furious.
"Miss Li, what do you think of the Ming Dynasty today? We don't talk about nonsense like the virtuous monarchs and ministers. Just the people's livelihood, can it be considered peaceful and prosperous?"
Li Zhenli showed a difficult smile and did not answer.
No need to answer either.
What kind of life the people of the Ming Dynasty are living now can be seen by all. Even the most unscrupulous people cannot say a word "good".
Zuo Mengeng, however, went deep into the concept.
"The Ming Dynasty is of course a country. However, the Ming Dynasty was established by the landlord class as a regime with the purpose of safeguarding the interests of the old feudal aristocracy and oppressing and enslaving ordinary people. Under this regime, the vast majority of the people cannot even have the basic right to survive.
When a guarantee is given, isn’t it appropriate to overturn it?”
Li Zhenli actually understands.
"Is this what the general meant when he mentioned that the landlord class has declined?"
Seeing Zuo Mengeng looking over, Li Zhenli explained the reason.
"My little girl read all the polemical articles of the great sages in Shandong in Nanjing and was deeply inspired by them."
Now the debate between Liu Zongzhou, Huang Zongxi and others and Fushe has entered a new stage.
The Fushe side is still attacking from the aspects of Confucian ethics and natural principles and human desires, but the Shandong side is starting to add more and more private goods.
In September last year, in an article, with Zuo Mengeng's permission, Huang Zongxi formally proposed the concept of the landlord class and class contradictions, and promoted it to all parts of the world.
As soon as the article came out, it immediately caused an uproar.
On the surface, the discussions behind the scenes were raging, causing many people to panic, and at the same time, it also made many people enlightened.
Jiangnan, which was the most open-minded and forward-thinking city in the Ming Dynasty, suddenly became confused.
Those who regard this view as a scourge and those who support it are indifferent to the winner, which has led to more and more people posting articles and joining the debate.
The entire Ming Dynasty literary world was involved.
Everyone thinks this is a grand event that will last forever, and they all want to make a name for themselves here.
However, few people have noticed that this is actually a deliberate attempt by Shandong to guide public opinion.
Because the real victory does not lie in the debate itself, but in using the debate to spread new concepts and new thoughts into the hearts of as many people as possible.
Facts must speak louder than words.
The contrast between the rapid development of commerce and the decline of people's livelihood, the oppressed merchants and the luxurious and greedy landlords has begun to take root in people's hearts.
Therefore, Li Zhenli is no stranger to terms like "landlord class".
Nowadays, when scholars in Jiangnan discuss the classics and Taoism, they almost always use such vocabulary.
Regarding the issue of historical process, Zuo Menggeng said a little bit, which greatly inspired Li Zhenli, and she also felt more deeply about music like "My Motherland".
She imitated Zuo Menggeng's singing method and sang it live, which immediately made everyone look at her.
Zuo Mengeng originally thought that because she was a master of Kun Opera, she had a small voice and could not express the emotions in the songs. But he did not expect that Li Zhenli's singing skills were so domineering.
There are small ones that are exquisite, and there are big ones that are powerful.
In a trance, Zuo Mengeng actually dreamed back to those exciting war years.
"Miss Li, your talent is rare in the world. It is really wasted to be trapped in the land of Jiangnan fireworks. I wonder if you can join my new army and shoulder the burden of literary and artistic propaganda?"
Zuo Mengeng officially sent out the invitation.
Although Li Zhenli had had a premonition, when she actually faced it, she couldn't help being surprised, happy and timid.
"Little... I can also be an official like that General Wang?"
When she first learned about Wang Siyi's identity in Nanjing, the shock to Li Zhenli was unforgettable.
Zuo Mengeng smiled and pointed at the Xu sisters.
"In Shandong, there are many women who are officials. My wife is the chairman of the Education Committee, and my sister-in-law is the manager of a company with tens of thousands of people. Here, status, gender, and ability are not considered.
.If Miss Li agrees, I will appoint you as the director of the Propaganda Department of the Political Department of the New Army and the head of the Literary and Art Work Group."
Li Zhenli's bare hands couldn't help but get mixed up.
She has seen all kinds of flowers and smoke in her life. She thinks that this life is wonderful enough and is not worth living.
I just didn't expect that I could still be an official.
Once upon a time in the south of the Yangtze River, those who followed a pomegranate skirt were like crucian carp crossing the river.
But she understood that what those people did was just chasing bees and butterflies, and they didn't really respect her.
Only here, the feeling of being valued and respected by others is so heartwarming.
Unexpectedly, a trip to the north would end up here.
"Thank you, General, for your attention. This little girl has nothing to offer in return. I will do my best for the rest of my life to make the world aware of the aspirations of my new army."
Zuo Mengeng's face turned serious.
"You are not a little girl. Remember, from now on, you are Director Li Zhenli. No matter when and where you are, you must hold your chest high and your head high. You must not disgrace our new army."
Li Zhenli nodded heavily, and before she knew it, her eyes were filled with crystals.
She stayed on that day, the Political Department arranged her accommodation, changed into her military uniform, and was directly responsible for composing the music of "My Motherland".
Regarding composing music, Zuo Mengeng didn’t have a good idea.
I just said it, now in Europe, there is a method of composing music called staff notation, which is more rigorous than the music in China.
He called Luo Yagu over and asked this person who knew music to cooperate with Li Zhenli in composing various songs.
With these two musical masters from the East and the West, I believe that the spread of literary and artistic works will be even faster in the future.
"I think this Director Li is really bright and beautiful. He has come all the way here and his heart is bright..."
Xu Ruolin's little thoughts are of no use.
Zuo Menggeng is shining brightly with the wind and the moon.
"I don't have that intention."
Xu Ruolin felt a little guilty and peeked over, meeting Zuo Mengeng's eyes as clear as water.
It made her a little confused.
Are there really men in this world who are not good at women?
She really guessed it right.
Zuo Mengeng really has no interest in women.
The influence of the future soul in his mind was so great that it made his current life very rigid.
His thoughts were all focused on fighting for world supremacy, and he felt that the fun in it was greater than anything else.
"I'm just afraid... I'm just afraid that someone will gossip in the future."
Zuo Mengeng held her hand and was very frank.
“Let’s talk about the future in the future.”
Zuo Menggeng has no idea where the new regime should go in the future.
Because the political system is not determined by patting oneself on the head, it must consider the actual situation.
Unless things come to an end, it will be formulated based on reality. Now it is just mediocrity.
When talking about family matters, Xu Ruolin looked north.
"I don't know where my father-in-law is..."
When it comes to Zuo Liangyu, Zuo Mengeng is also full of lawsuits.