"Why are you laughing?" Ma Xingkong stopped Long Jie's movements and stared at Zhou Shuren with both eyes. People who are not afraid of death usually have backbone. I have a saying: If the people are not afraid of death, why should they be afraid of death? In this world,
Anyone who is not afraid of death is either a revolutionary party or a desperado. Ma Xingkong is a desperado, so he became curious about this scholar who is not afraid of death.
"You are the Ma Xingkong who caused a stir in the capital a few days ago, right?" Zhou Shuren sat up straight, found a piece of clothing and put it on: "I thought you were a good young man who saved the country and the people, but you turned out to be a thief who specializes in sneaking around!
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Long Jie waved his knife, glanced at Ma Xingkong, turned around and stared at Zhou Shuren fiercely: "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll kill you!"
Ma Xingkong stopped Long Jie: "Let him say, yes, I am just a bandit. I forgot to tell you. I was a bandit before. Why did I become a bandit? You should know that people who have been bandits have nothing to fear!"
I am a thief!"
"Okay!" Zhou Shuren nodded and said with a smile: "You really don't shy away! You are a man! There are not many Chinese people who can face their own lives directly. You are one of them, and I admire you!"
"Haha!" Long Jie smiled: "Brother, he appreciates you!"
Ma Xingkong also smiled and said: "Since you know my identity, I ask you, will you inform me?"
Zhou Shuren was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "What do you think? Yuan Shikai offered a reward of one hundred oceans for your head. I have just arrived in the capital and am short of money. One hundred oceans is enough for me to rent a house and settle down with my family."
"If you dare to tell the truth, I will kill you right now!" Long Jie raised the knife again.
Ma Xingkong waved his hand: "Put down the knife, he won't tell the truth!"
Zhou Shuren nodded: "Sure enough, you have the domineering attitude of a bandit leader. Unfortunately, this domineering attitude is not used in the right place. Why don't you join the revolution? Doing something for the Chinese nation is worthy of being a pure Chinese."
Ma Xingkong shook his head: "Revolution or not is none of my business. I only know that before the revolution, I lived a hunting life with my father in my hometown. Although life was hard, at least I could live on. But the revolution forced me to do it.
After killing the bandits, I only seek revenge. Killing my enemies is my biggest goal in this life."
"Narrow-minded!" Zhou Shu was furious and slapped the table: "Narrow-minded! The revolution has not yet succeeded. How can the stupidity of the Chinese people know the real revolution? Yuan Shikai is arrogant and wants to make himself emperor..."
"Okay!" Ma Xingkong interrupted Zhou Shuren and said, "I'm just a rough guy and don't understand what you're talking about! Since you won't tell the truth, I'll let you go, brother, let's go!"
"Stop!" Zhou Shuren suddenly stood up from the bed: "Sit down for me. If I don't teach you today, I will pretend to be a Chinese!"
Ma Xingkong and Long Jie were really intimidated by Zhou Shuren's courage. In terms of age, Zhou Shuren can be regarded as Ma Xingkong's elder. Zhou Shuren's arrogant aura exuded, and the two people were oppressed.
Turning around, he sat on the chair again. Zhou Shuren walked back and forth in the room several times, turned over and found a thick book from the bookshelf. After thinking about it, he put it back and found another thin book.
Thin booklet, open to the first page.
Zhou Shuren said: "This is a pamphlet written by Zou Rong in the early days of the revolution. Take a look at it, this is the real revolution!"
Ma Xingkong took it, and Long Jie leaned over and asked, "What is this written on?"
"You don't know this? Revolutionary car!"
Zhou Shuren almost vomited blood: "Called the "Revolutionary Army"! Playing the harp to an ox!" Zhou Shuren snatched it away and read loudly: "Eradicate all kinds of Zhuanzhi political systems that have existed for thousands of years, take off all kinds of slave nature that have existed for thousands of years, and put an end to five million people.
The strange Manchu race with hair and horns wiped away the great shame of two hundred and sixty years of cruelty and cruelty, turning the Chinese mainland into a clean land. The descendants of the Yellow Emperor were all in Washington, and they were resurrected, regained their lives, and emerged from the eighteenth level of hell.
, ascended to the thirty-three heavens, lush, vast, supreme, unique, a great and unrivaled purpose, called 'revolution'..."
Zhou Shuren read so hard that his whole body trembled and his voice was high-pitched. Ma Xingkong and Long Jie were confused. Long Jie lowered his voice and asked, "Brother, what is he talking about? Oh! Why! It sounds like a Buddhist scripture to me?"
Ma Xingkong nodded: "That sounds like it to me! It turns out that revolution is about chanting Buddha's name. Do you think there is hell or heaven in it? Maybe it means that those who are revolutionary will go to heaven when they die, and those who are not revolutionary will go to hell in the future!"
"Then, brother, should we also go to the revolution?" Long Jie was shocked: "I don't want to die and go to hell in the future!"
Ma Xingkong smiled: "We are bandits. We have already died with the Lord of Hell. If we die, we will definitely go to hell! We have all gone to hell. What's the point of going to heaven alone?"
Long Jie thought for a while and nodded: "Yeah! Big brother is right! If you go to hell, go to hell. As long as you follow big brother, you can go anywhere!"
Zhou Shuren finished reading a copy of "Revolutionary Army", his expression was excited, and he praised again and again. Then he started to lament: "It's a shame that so many people with lofty ideals died in vain, but in exchange they were given a dowry for Yuan Shikai. It's ridiculous, lamentable, and sad.
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Ma Xingkong and Long Jie looked at the middle-aged man in front of them, who was about forty years old, very thin, with bulging eyes. Zhou Shuren pondered for a long time, and said to Ma Xingkong and Long Jie: "I don't know what you are doing."
How much do you understand? Let's do this. Starting from tomorrow, you can come to me when you have nothing to do. Reading can expand your mind and allow you to see the world and its current situation clearly."
There was already a white light outside the window. Ma Xingkong and Long Jie slowly walked out of Zhou Shuren's room, and both of them let out a long breath. Long Jie said, "Is there something wrong with this guy? Let's listen to his chatter."
Nagging?"
Ma Xingkong frowned, and the fleshy ball between his eyebrows became more prominent. He said: "Although I didn't fully understand what was said, my father taught me that a literate gentleman is the most knowledgeable person in the world.
, Now that we are here, there are people with great knowledge everywhere, why don’t we follow them and learn from them, maybe it will be really useful in the future.”
"Oh!" Long Jie agreed mechanically, turned around and glared fiercely at Zhou Shuren's room. He now wished he could go there and kill Zhou Shuren right away.
From that day on, whenever he had free time, Ma Xingkong took Long Jie to look for classrooms where people were teaching, sneaked in quietly, and sat down in the corner of the last row, just like other students, regardless of whether they understood or not.
He listened very carefully. Of course, Zhou Shuren's classroom was the one he went to the longest. Here he could not only see Zhou Shuren, who scolded him so much, but most importantly, he could also see her, Wu Jing.
As the saying goes, those who are close to red are red and those who are close to ink are black. In the past, Meng’s mother moved three times in order to let her son learn well. Living in the highest university in China all year round, Ma Xingkong gradually changed. This change is not only external.
Yes, his heart is also undergoing a baptism, a baptism of knowledge.