1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

"Hearing what you said, Mr. Wu, I feel like you're actually living in the communist world we're striving for."

"..."

Wu Jiu paused, looking at Zhao Ziqi and his wife with a half-smile: "You think this is communism?"

“Isn’t this communism?”

"...All right!"

Mark swallowed the last bite of bread, wiped his hands and mouth, and asked:

"Since we're bored on the way here, and you guys want to talk so badly, let's talk about communism."

it is good!

As expected of Baozhen!

Finally got this guy talking about his political views!

Zhao Ziqi secretly cheered for his wife.

This is very important.

A person's view on communism can largely reflect his inner world and character;

In other words, it can partially show whether the World Revolutionary Party is a communist party and the real purpose of assisting the CCP.

"We'll discuss the spiritual and institutional aspects later when we have time. First, tell us what you imagine a communist society to look like in terms of material aspects." After Wu Jiu asked, He Baozhen, who came from the lowest social class and had once been a child bride and servant in a landlord's family, spoke first:

"No one needs to worry about going hungry anymore. Everyone has clean clothes to wear, everyone has a shelter from the wind and rain, and everyone can bathe with clean water every day..." At the end, she scratched her face embarrassedly:

"I'm sorry, this is the best I can imagine."

Knowing how hard his wife's childhood was, Zhao Ziqi patted the back of her hand lovingly, paused for a moment, and expressed his opinion:

"I imagine it better, probably... enough white rice to fill me up, meat once a week, some fruit every month, and 2-4 new sets of clothes a year..."

To be honest, Mark, who had lived a pretty good life before the time travel, was a little shocked.

Is this the extent of the imagination of communism held by leaders of the Chinese Communist Party?

He wasn't looking down on it, but it was a little hard for him to accept - if this was considered communism, then wouldn't it have been basically achieved in later generations? Stop it.

In the era when Mark traveled through time, if you said online that we lived in a communist society, the comments below would definitely be either insults or ridicule;

But thinking about the scenes he had seen in Japan and Shanghai during this period, Mark felt that compared to the current situation, the kind of life they described could indeed be considered communism. The agent with complete information in the cloud atlas was not surprised at all.

Because, in 1958, when the Communist Party of China had basically unified China and had made tremendous achievements in all aspects compared to the Republic of China, Guangming Daily published an editorial describing what communism is: "...Communist society is the brightest, most perfect, and happiest society for mankind. At that time, people will truly enter heaven;"

"Every day, the food we eat is not just enough to fill our stomachs like it is now. Instead, there are many varieties of food to suit everyone's taste.

"There's meat every day, every meal is non-vegetarian. Not only pork, beef, and mutton, but also chicken, duck, fish, and shrimp. Sea cucumbers and squid are not rare either.

"Cow's milk and goat's milk became common beverages, providing better nutrition for the elderly, the disabled, and children. Apples, oranges, and bananas became common fruits for after-meal relaxation." "Clothing was available in all shapes and sizes, unlike today's 'all black, all blue...'"

Well, this description, which would be considered perfectly normal for most Chinese in 2023, was called "launching satellites" back then and was harshly criticized for boasting. Remember, the author of this article was an intellectual elite who, at the time, had a higher literacy rate than 99% of Chinese people and lived in the upper middle class, even among the poorest.

Their imagination of communism is only at this level, not to mention the people living in the cesspool that is the Republic of China.

The agent leaned over and whispered this to Mark, who was stunned for a moment and sighed:

“Isn’t this my life?”

"Yes, your life, to them, is the pinnacle of communism."

075 The wind is rising, damn Zhang Zongchang!

"Hundreds of millions of cars..."

"Enough food to feed 14 billion people for at least a year..." "High-speed trains that can run faster than airplanes..."

"You can choose any kind of vegetables and fruits at will in the store, and there are so many meat products that no one wants to eat them. You must lose weight..." Until getting off the train, Zhao Ziqi and his wife were still muttering about the "communist world" described by Mark.

For them, this was a world-shattering shock.

As for what Ms. Ma Dongmei said about "inexhaustible energy", "transforming the entire moon for living", "a spaceship as big as a county town", etc., they didn't feel anything; because they didn't even know what "spaceship" and "transforming the moon" meant, so what Mark described was more real.

It's something that completely exceeds the limits of imagination, and when you hear it, you'll just think, "Wow, this story is so good and amazing."

What Zhao Ziqi and her husband found most incomprehensible was that, even so, Mark still refused to admit that it was a communist society, leaving behind a few meaningful words:

...Developing productivity to that level is possible in both capitalist and communist societies. The question is what is the corresponding distribution system?

"If the distribution system is irrational, the more developed the productive forces are, the higher the so-called 'material basis of communist society' will be, and the more miserable people's lives will be..."

"..."

What do these words mean?

With such a material foundation, why are people still unhappy?

With such a material foundation, is it possible that some people would still be greedy and ask for more? Shouldn't they?

Isn't it the happiest thing to be able to eat enough and eat good food without having to worry about today and tomorrow like now? Zhao Ziqi thought about it all night but still couldn't figure it out.

However, one thing is certain:

His eyes were opened.

Many years later, when an official boasted to Zhao Ziqi about the great achievements of New China and how close it was to becoming a communist society, he said very seriously: "This is not a communist society. We are still very, very far away from it. We have no reason to be proud or to relax."

Back to the point.

"...Is this Tianjin?"

"yes!"

"Aren't you going to Peking?"

"When did I say I was going to Peking?" "You've already bought a ticket to Peking..."

"Who says buying a ticket to Peking means you have to go to Peking?"

You really have too much money to burn.

"Where are you going?"

"Here."

Mark pointed to the northeast: "That's where I'm going."

"Um??"

A few hours later, the group took a rented carriage and arrived at a two-story building on Shuishiya Road in the French Concession in Tianjin.

Zhao Ziqi and his wife watched in silence as the agent knocked on the door. A rough Shandong male voice soon rang out from inside: "Who the hell is that!"

The agent pinched G11 beside him, who immediately shouted in a gruff voice, "General! Open the door! I'm your twenty-first concubine!!"

? ? ?

What the hell? "Twenty-one concubine?"

The man in the room scratched his head. Who is the 21st concubine? A Korean lady?

No, that seems to be the Eighth Concubine. The Jugglers' Wife?

No, that should be Little Nine Fuguier. Could it be Old Eleven?

干!

Don't be that ugly one!!

Because there were too many concubines, the men themselves could not remember them all, so they could only name them according to numbers, nicknames, place of origin, etc.

In addition to the above-mentioned ones, there are also "Pingju Madam" (Zhu Baoxia, the 20th concubine), "Mrs. Wu" (Peking Opera martial artist), "Mrs. No. 24 Fengtian Road", "Mrs. Hangzhou", etc.

Twenty—...let me think...that should be after "Pingju Madam"...

Huh?

Wait a minute, if it's twenty-one, shouldn't I give it to Lao Bi to play with?

Forget it, I don’t remember. Let’s see what she is here for first.

The man opened the door without a doubt. Seeing the extremely beautiful agent, he was stunned for a moment, then his face immediately turned into a look of astonishment. He exclaimed:

"My goodness, you're even prettier than Little Sixteen and Little Nineteen! Marry me! I'll make you concubine number 24!"

"..."

The agent's face darkened slightly. G11 immediately stepped forward. Before he could speak, the man exclaimed in admiration:

"Good boy, be my No. 25 concubine... No, you little one, I might kill you with my cock... No, no, no..."

Then, Zhao Ziqi and his wife watched in amazement as the little girl, who was only 1.2 meters tall, jumped up and punched the man in the abdomen. As a result, the middle-aged strong man, who was nearly two meters tall, had a burly build and spoke with a northern accent, fell to his knees and was grabbed by the collar by G11 and dragged into the house. Led by Mark, the others entered one after another, and the door was then closed as if nothing had happened.

"Is this the man?"

Mark looked at the man who was unable to move under G11's feet with great interest.

"Yes, he lives at this address and is over 1.9 meters tall. After comparing the photos, it's definitely him." "Is that so..."

Mark squatted down and tilted his head to look at the general. The latter did not seem afraid, but just smiled and begged for mercy:

"Big Brother, I kowtow to you. I kowtow to you. Take whatever you like! As long as you don't touch me, everything will be fine!"

".."

Just like what is recorded in history, he has no moral integrity and is good at the French military salute...

He is Zhang Zongchang, known as the spiritual idol of the Republic of China warlords, the object of novelists' fantasies, the poet of Shandong, and the dog-meat general of Huang Jinrong of Northeast China. His courtesy name is Xiaokun. Ah, this "Xiaokun" doesn't mean he can sing, dance, or play basketball.

However, what this guy does is much more abstract than Kun Kun.

While Kun Kun only sang and danced on the stage of capitalists, this guy jumped up and down on the stage of the entire history of the Republic of China. First, when he was a coolie building a railway, he was hired by Tsarist Russia to fight the Japanese - he was beaten to a pulp;

Then he recruited bandits to join the Tongmenghui to fight Zhang Xun and Feng Guozhang - he was defeated; then he surrendered to Feng Guozhang and followed Zhang Huaizhai to fight in Hunan - he was defeated; then he ran to Jiangxi to fight Chen Guangyuan - he was defeated and even became a commander without troops; then he ran to the Northeast to join Zhang Zuolin and follow him - he was still defeated in various ways... By the way, during his time in the Northeast, a very interesting thing happened.

During a certain Northeastern Army exercise, Zhang Zongchang was too lazy to bother with the exercise and complained, "Whose son of a bitch came up with this exercise?" Guo Songling, the exercise planner, happened to overhear this. Guo pointed at Zhang's nose and yelled, "Fuck your mother!" If it were any other man, he wouldn't have fought, but at least would have looked terrified.

But Marshal Zhang didn't.

He jumped down from the kang, displayed his traditional skills, and knelt down before Leader Guo with a thud: "Then you are my father."

This actually confused Guo Songling. He couldn't bear the strange gazes of the crowd and left in embarrassment with a wave of his sleeves.

As a result, such a person actually managed to rise to prominence by chance and became a famous warlord in the Republic of China. It can only be said that the world is a big makeshift team.

Mark smiled and pointed at a trembling Japanese woman nearby and asked, "Who is she?"

"She's the one I married in Xiaodongyang... maybe she's the 23rd concubine?"

After many failures and successes, Zhang Zongchang finally fled to Japan. Zhang Xueliang was worried that he would surrender to the Japanese, so he sent him a telegram at the beginning of this year inviting him to return to China.

Promise him a position in the Northeast Army;

This guy was still determined to steal something and planned to go to Beijing to test the waters. However, after getting off the boat in Tianjin, his concubine was not used to it and insisted on going back, which delayed his time.

Only then was he caught by Mark in Tianjin.

"perhaps?"

“Because I can’t remember it either!”

"Do you understand Japanese?"

"Can't understand."

"Then how do you usually talk to her?"

"Ah? No need to talk! Isn't it enough to just listen to her screams on the bed?" "Oh... I'm asking you..."

"Brother, please ask."

"Fire the cannons and blast his mother, return home with power throughout the country, count Zhang Zongchang as a hero, wish there was a giant whale to swallow Fusang..." "So wet, so wet!!"

Despite being stepped on, Zhang Zongchang still managed to raise his head and exclaimed:

"As expected of a cultured person, you wrote a great poem! I'm not as good as you! I'm not as good as you! But I'm not worthy of this Zhang Zongchang, so please add your name!"

".."

Well, it seems that it was indeed fabricated by later generations.

It must be true, as his daughter said, that this person wrote some birthday poems, eulogies, and funeral couplets, but they were actually all written by his subordinate, the scholar Liu Huaizhou. Boring.

I originally thought he was a fairly interesting loser, but I didn't expect him to be just an ordinary warlord, whose face could stop bullets. Mark lost interest and asked lazily: