After picking up a system

Hanchun's life was short and filled with a lot of waiting: waiting for her father to return to their smashed home, waiting for her husband to be released after being paraded, waiting for her divorced husband to send a letter, waiting for him to come back.

Waiting for increasingly long letters from my sons, waiting for them to come back.

The door was locked tightly, and Hanchun never dared to go too far, for fear that they would suddenly come back and not be able to get into the house, or that she would leave the door open and be robbed by thieves.

The only photo is a thought. She always believes that they will come back, but she can’t wait any longer.

There was a lot of blood, dark and eerie in the firelight.

Hanchun's eyes were not closed and she was thrown into the fire.

"I always want to see what they are doing. They don't even want a home anymore."

......

When Ling Han came through, his two sons had already left, and he had established close contact with the butcher's partner, and the photos had been sent back.

This is a very extensive novel about the Republic of China, with peaceful courtyard life and the much-publicized customs of the old society.

There are also ideas being introduced, there are sparks.

There are internal strife and national troubles.

Everything is fragmented.

Due to the lack of information, people would probably only know about the current situation when the war reaches the county.

But Ling Han picked up the pen and wrote a letter with handwriting that was very similar to his son's.

It speaks frankly about the current situation and predicts what might happen.

The enemy has penetrated deep into the hinterland and the city fell before rescue arrived. The message needs to be delivered, but it is somewhat difficult.

Ling Han found the village chief in panic with the letter and handed it over.

Some people left that night.

Ling Han was also packing her things, but she was not going back, she was going forward.

Her son and husband were ahead, so she wanted to go look for them.

Women with bound feet could not walk fast, so they did not dare to walk on the main road for fear of being shot.

The winding path was covered with thorns, and the sickle was blunted again and again.

Above the hill was the rising sun. Over the peak, a thin hemp rope was hung on a tree, and a child pushed another child to hold it up by the neck.

Ling Hanshan went forward and hugged the man, but before he could say anything, he burst into tears.

Food became scarce, and the two girls wanted to save food at home.

Ling Han felt in his pocket and took out only half a cake.

They tore it into three pieces and ate them, then the two followed Ling Han.

I dug up the thatch roots all over the field and chewed them, they were sweet. I picked up three bird eggs from a nest, and there were three left.

I hope that bird doesn't know how to count.

The girl, who was seven or eight years old, did not have bound feet and walked faster than Ling Han.

Ling Han said: "If I go to look for my husband and son, someone will die."

Xiao Lin and Xiao Xing: "If you don't give us biscuits, people will die."

Ling Han then took the two of them with him.

Cut down a large piece of branches and stick them together to make a simple shelter. Occasionally, if you are lucky, you can come across a cave, but you dare not go too deep inside for fear of snakes, insects, rats and ants.

Ling Han dried the mugwort and hung it on the three people, which did have some effect.

Occasionally, when they saw a relatively peaceful place, Ling Han would go to the river to wash himself clean and exchange some food, so that the three of them could have full meals for a few days.

It's easy to get lost in the mountains and forests, and sometimes they would go around in circles without Ling Han noticing.

Ling Han didn't continue moving forward until he reached a more chaotic place.

Maybe it’s because there’s always something to eat.

Ling Han always picked up some people, six or seven years old, teenagers, and even the elderly.

Ling Han said: "It's more dangerous ahead, it's better to live here for a few more days."

They said, "It is a blessing to have you eat a meal, and it is torture to die late."

So Ling Han took his people and left.

A large team will always attract attention, and money will be spent faster.

Ling Han's sickle cut off the hand that was reaching out to her in the middle of the night. A scream rang out, and the thirteen-year-old boy was sweating profusely from the pain.

Xiao Xing was smart and shook the silver dollar off him.

Everyone was shocked.

They all depended on Ling Han for food to survive, so who would have the silver dollar? It belonged to Ling Han.

Ling Han put the money away with a dazed look on his face.

That was the money her husband had saved for her bit by bit, enough for her to live on for the rest of her life.

The thirteen-year-old boy was left where he was, and his life or death depended on his luck.

Ling Han saved someone again.

He called Ling Han Comrade.

Ling Han had seen this name in her sons’ letters, so she asked, “Have you met my sons? One is called Chunsheng, and the other is called Qiumao.”

"you are?"

"I am their mother. My name is Hanchun."

"I am sorry that comrades Meng Chunsheng and Meng Qiumao sacrificed their lives for the revolution."

"..."

I had thought about this outcome, but I was still sad when it was confirmed.

"Did they leave anything behind?"

"They said they had given it to me..."

I think it was something that came into Ling Han's hands together with the butcher's relics.

"What do you do? Why do people always die? My husband is like this, and so is my son."

"We are revolutionaries, we are here to protect the people, and we want to build a new China!"

The ambitions are loud and clear.

Ling Han: "Can I join you? I want to know why my husband and son don't even want a home anymore."

"It will kill people."

"They are all dead. If one more of me dies, one less person will die."

Ling Han said that if he joined the revolution, he would be criticized and people would die.

They said, “It’s time for me to die.”

I said this so casually, but I couldn't stop crying.

Who is not afraid of death? Those who are not afraid of death have not yet been born.

Those who were quick and clever would go from street to street to deliver the message.

Those who could read copied the articles over and over again.

Those who are illiterate and cannot walk fast can do whatever they want, such as mending clothes, fetching water and burning firewood. A group of people whose names are unknown live like a family.

As warlords gained control of power, wars became more frequent.

The candlelight underground is flickering, and someone always needs to protect it.

Several familiar names appeared in the daily registered death toll.

Warlords came and went, and before we had time to recuperate, the enemy came in.

Those who have guns carry them, those who don't carry guns carry hoes, shovels, or hatchets...

Someone has to fight to the death to give those who are trying to escape a chance of survival.

Ling Han and his companions were forced to evacuate. They took away all the documents they could, and threw those that could not be taken away into the fire.

The city was broken and reinforcements could not arrive, this seemed to be a common fate.

Food became scarce and the mountains and fields were searched from top to bottom.

Ling Han retreated before she could reach her husband and son.

The enemy was coming in full force. The speed of message transmission could not keep up, and the speed of foot traffic could not keep up either.

Ling Han was accompanied by Xiao Lin and Xiao Xing.

Two little people run around on the streets every day.

He cut his hair short and got a tan.

Because of the short contact time, what Ling Han knew was too superficial.

new China.

A new China where everyone is equal.

That's good, it can protect 400 million people.

No wonder husbands and sons flock to it.

She also participated in it willingly.

Always leave hope.

Ling Han thought.

Kill one more enemy and they will be able to run further.

Encounter reinforcements, then share the news...

"Keep going forward, walk farther, and run faster."

Ling Han instructed Xiao Lin and Xiao Xing.

"how about you?"

"As for me, I want to go find my husband and son."

"We're with you."

"No, you run fast, you have to stay. So many people have died, the news has to be known. Spread it out to trustworthy people, and those who died will be considered to have died a worthy death."

"......it is good."

Ling Han touched their heads and watched them run forward together until their shadows grew darker and smaller.

Ling Han took two guns with few bullets and went to a high place.

The range isn't very far, but the noise is loud enough.

Running and firing a few more shots will always distract their vision.

Ling Han couldn't run fast enough and fell down.

The bayonet was pointed at her and her clothes were torn open.

Ling Han threw the gun without bullets at someone.

The slap was so powerful that Ling Han started to experience tinnitus.

She kicked with her feet, but her pants were still taken off.

The bayonet avoided her head, so she was not killed for the time being.

I grabbed some sand and stones in my hand, and I didn't know where to start. I just smashed them.

Ling Han also does farm work at home, so she is quite strong. But they are taller than her, and there are so many of them that they can surround her.

He spoke in a language that was hard to understand, and it was gibberish and unpleasant to the ear.

Ling Han scratched herself with the sickle tied behind her waist, but she moved even more violently.

When her hands and feet were pulled apart, she opened her mouth and bit the ears of the person who came up to her.

His cheeks were bulging, and I don’t know how many times he had been slapped.

His clothes were torn, and he was surrounded by the invader's malicious, punitive words.

Ling Han couldn't hear clearly and didn't understand.

Blood was flowing from her lower back and thighs, and when she was no longer able to control her own death, a bullet exploded in her head.

Blood rushed into her throat and she was no longer able to think.

The corpse was still warm, and the alert enemy and the beasts still loose on the corpse seemed to be cut off.

They scattered everywhere but couldn't find the person. The body was dragged to a sheltered place, and someone continued to move.

One by one.

Gunshots rang out and another person died. After three more people were shot, the person hiding in the dark was killed.

When the bayonet pierces the warm body, blood will gush out.

Yellow earth is the best receiver, and the blood did not flow far before it seeped into the soil.

A dark red patch.

Ling Han floated in the air, watching the red flags coming and the tears falling from the faces of others.

Watch the beasts who raped the corpse being killed one by one.

Looking at the man who shot him and sent him off, he was wearing blue clothes. When he was turned over, there was not much blue left on the fabric.

The large army moved forward.

Warring.

In a vast expanse of yellow land, people used hoes and shovels to dig out a huge pit with great difficulty. This pit seemed like a wound in the earth, bottomless and awe-inspiring. In the pit, the deceased lay quietly. His body was wrapped in white cloth, looking particularly solemn and dignified.

When the pit was dug deep enough, people carefully put the deceased in. Everyone's face showed grief and reluctance, but they knew that this was the last respect and farewell to the deceased. As the loess covered it little by little, the deceased was gradually buried underground.

Soon after, a large bulge appeared on the originally empty hill. It was like a silent monument, silently witnessing the departure of life and the passage of time. When the wind blew over the hill, it made a humming sound, as if mourning for the dead. The sunlight fell on the bulge, reflecting the color of the loess, making the whole scene even more desolate and tragic.

Hanchun: "I still don't understand why they don't want a home anymore."

Ling Han wiped the tears from someone's eyes: "A country is also a home. The country is now in ruins, with artillery fire here and a piece cut off there. It looks very ugly."

“So many people died, is there any point?”

"It would be meaningless if so many people died but nothing was done."

“Will it succeed?”

"Will."

"I want to see."

"it is good."

The victory of the revolution did not rely on the power of one person, but was the result of the joint efforts of countless people with lofty ideals. This process was like a long and cruel battle, with blood splattering like a fountain, dyeing every inch of land red. The flag that symbolizes faith and hope sometimes falls, but there will always be brave people who stand up, pick it up and raise it again, so that it continues to fly in the wind.

Those soldiers with blurred faces fell one after another on the road ahead, but their spirits are forever engraved in the long river of history. People marched forward without hesitation, with only one firm belief in their hearts: to drive out the invaders, overthrow the rule of the warlords, let the people truly become the masters of the country and live freely.

The noises rose and fell, and echoed in the air for a long time. Finally, when the bright red flags fluttered in the wind and cheers surged like a tide, we knew that victory had come! This was the victory of all the people, a glorious achievement gained with countless blood, sweat and lives!

Hanchun: "That's a bicycle, that's a car, and we also have airplanes and cannons. That's great."

Ling Han: “Yeah.”

No matter in which parallel universe, the new China will surely appear on this ancient and new land like the rising sun! Any enemy who attempts to invade our country will be expelled by the brave and fearless people's soldiers! And we have finally ushered in the new country that our ancestors have been thinking about and dreaming of - the new China! In this great country, everyone is a free and equal individual. They look forward to the future with hope and create a better life with their hard-working hands.

The lost lives have created a continuous stream of faith, and new buds have sprouted one after another on the land.

What is emerging is new life.

Hanchun: "My body will rot, and the flowers will bloom next spring."

Her father was beaten up because he taught, her husband was criticized for being a thug for the rich, and then joined the revolution. Her sons also followed their husbands' footsteps and joined the revolution.

Then she died before the world could become a better place.

Hanchun said: "They all have their own ideas, and I have to have my own ideas too."

Women who bound their feet could never regain their original foot shape, but no one needed to bind their feet anymore.

Looking at the gradually fading figure, Ling Han said: "I wish you good luck."

......

After returning to the system space, Ling Han felt more refreshed than after watching several movies.

There is no eternal peace and tranquility, but there are always people waiting for it.