The yellow moon was round and silent. The night was so beautiful that it seemed unreal. In the dim moonlit back garden of the Prime Minister's residence, large clusters of bright red flowers were blooming. Guards and Secret Service agents stood around the residence, looking loyal.

They were performing their duties, and upstairs, in the Prime Minister's study, the lights were still on even though it was late at night.

In the study room.

Li Zicheng was leaning over the desk, holding a brush in his right hand and writing on rice paper.

"The waves in the Miluo Yuan are turbulent, and clouds are flying beside the Wushan Mountain. In the dim and turbulent world, my body is burning with righteous indignation and hot blood. The powerful only know how to be proud of their family status, but they are worried about the country. There are really few people among them. The rich and powerful only know how to boast about accumulating wealth and the country.

How can he think in his heart? The sage sees the decline of the country, and the fool still dances in the world. The rise and fall of governing chaos is like a dream, and the world is really like a game of chess;..."

For some reason, Li Zicheng's mind went blank when he picked up his pen. He just recalled the lyrics of "The Song of the Showa Restoration" he had read in college and wrote it on the paper. Maybe it was a way to vent, maybe it was also a way of venting.

This kind of helplessness towards reality. Once upon a time, when he was young and frivolous, when he first heard that song and read the lyrics, he felt the same kind of deep helplessness, and even felt unjust for many things in the world.

He was helpless because of reality. Although he also hated Japanese militarism, he was inexplicably moved by this generous and tragic song every time he listened to it. In addition to the melody, it was probably because of the depression in the poem.

The feeling of injustice and concern for the country and the people is very touching!

But what about now? There is still a strong sense of injustice. Even now, although the power is in hand, it is still so powerless against reality.

After all... At this time, perhaps only this ancient Chinese poem can express everything in his heart and vent his dissatisfaction. This "Song of the Showa Restoration" is the main theme of the May 15th Incident (the assassination of Prime Minister Inukai Takeshi).

The planner, Mikami Takuo, a young naval officer, mentioned the Miluo River and Li Sao in the article to show that he and Qu Yuan had the same spirit of caring about the country and the people. At this time, Li Zicheng's mood was not yet complete.

He longed for change and longed for change. He once thought smugly that he was changing China's destiny with his own efforts, and that seemed to be the case.

In China's modern history, when will China's international status be comparable to what it is now? When will China's economic situation be comparable to what it is now? Even the lives of millions of people have changed, but... this country is still

In that country, the officials here are still those officials...

It wasn't until Zhang Zuolin leaked the secret for his own personal gain that Li Zicheng finally woke up. He finally realized that he had not changed the country. In fact, this country was still the same country, no matter how it developed, no matter what situation the country's economy developed. He

At most, they only injected a few injections of nutrient solution into the patient to turn those malignant sores into acne, but those acne are still corroding the bones and bones of this country, and they are still corroding the foundation of this country.

Fundamental change, perhaps. Only a fundamental change, from the root to the inside, from the bottom up, can change all of this. Li Zicheng, who could not calm down, worked hard to write there.

He was writing quickly, with block letters written on the rice paper from time to time.

"Under the spring sky of China's Restoration, men are united for justice! There are millions of soldiers in the chest, and the dead and loyal souls are scattered; the rotten corpses pass over, and this body is floating in the clouds. Worrying about the country, stand forward, and the men's songs begin from now on! The sky is furious!

The earth is shaking; the roaring is very loud; those who sleep in eternal tribulation cannot sleep; China is awakening now; look at the clouds in the sky; listen to the roar of the four waves, the opportunity for innovation has arrived; a storm rises at night and sweeps China; the destitute people between heaven and earth

. I am confused and don’t know where I am. Those who have praised their glory and splendor in the world can still see their tall buildings. Fame is just a trace in a dream, but sincerity will never fade. Life is just a feeling of excitement. No one can comment on success or failure. Just sing a song of Li Sao and be generous.

The tragic song ends today. With the sharp sword at my waist, there is a pool of blood in the clearing sea..."

Finally, this slightly changed poem was written on the paper. He hung the pen and looked at the poem on the paper. However, Li Zicheng's mood was still uneasy. He held the ink-drenched paper in his hand, looked at the poem, and thought of himself.

With concern for the country and the people, Li Zicheng still let out a long sigh when he thought of... the end.

After a long sigh, Li Zicheng left the study, leaving only such a poem on the desk. After Li Zicheng left the office, two Secret Service agents entered the study as usual to check, closed the windows, and drew the curtains.

As they passed by the desk, one of the agents looked towards the desk inadvertently and was attracted by the paper soaked in ink. He took a few steps forward and looked at the poem on the paper. He suddenly stood up.

There.

"The waves in the Miluo Yuan are turbulent, and clouds are flying beside the Wushan Mountain. In the dim and turbulent world, my body is burning with righteous indignation and hot blood. The powerful only know how to be proud of their family status, but they are worried about the country. There are really few people among them. The rich and powerful only know how to boast about accumulating wealth and the country.

How can he think about it..."

The agent read the poem, and his expression became a little excited. He and the other agent looked at each other, but the two of them couldn't help but look at the poem and recite the poem...

In China, perhaps since the late Qing Dynasty, military camps have often been far away from cities. This originated from the training of soldiers at Yuan's small station. Later, it was trained by the New Army and then affected the whole country. The reason is to keep soldiers away from the bustling cities and thus feel at ease in the military.

As a result, there were military camps large enough to house tens of thousands of officers and soldiers for training.

What is different is that after the Ministry of Internal Affairs established the Internal Affairs Force, this limited-scale force unexpectedly chose a location closer to the city. This may be because of its different missions. The Internal Affairs Force not only has to undertake

In addition, when necessary, it is also necessary to assist the police in handling local cases. Especially for the Central Police Bureau, the internal affairs force is the most powerful support for its operations in various provinces across the country.

The reason why the Chinese people are familiar with the Internal Affairs Force is not because of its ability to annihilate nearly half a million bandits in various provinces across the country in just one year, but more because of its cooperation with the tax officers of the Ministry of Finance in the "forced payment of taxes"

"Operation, for many Chinese people, there are many problems in paying taxes voluntarily, especially after the implementation of separate levy of national and local taxes. Even more so, those local people often do not pay attention to the unarmed tax officers of the Ministry of Finance.

Although agents from the Treasury Secret Service also cooperated with tax collection, the lightly armed agents did not have much deterrence. Therefore, violent tax resistance was common and tax collection work was often difficult. It can be seen that the establishment of an armed tax police force is

Absolutely necessary.

However, Yuan Shikai never approved the establishment of an armed tax police. However, taxes had to be collected, and the phenomenon of tax loss and violent tax resistance occurred many times. Finally, with the approval of the State Council, the internal affairs troops began to assume the task of assisting tax officials in collecting taxes.

It is for this reason that almost every month the Ministry of Internal Affairs appears on the mastheads of newspapers of all sizes.

Perhaps when the Internal Affairs Army was established, because it performed too many urban tasks, its military camps were often close to the city. Just like the First Corps of the Internal Affairs Army stationed in the southern suburbs of Beijing, its military camp was less than six miles away from Beijing, and even outside the city

Within minutes of the military camp, you can see relatively prosperous restaurants and even brothels. For businessmen, soldiers’ money is always easy to make. Naturally, they will not miss the wallets of these well-paid internal affairs officers and soldiers. Although there has been land expropriation around the military camp.

At that time, we signed a contract with nearby landowners to limit the use of buildings within 500 meters of the military camp, but that was only 500 meters. Those military men who were on rotation obviously did not consider those short hundreds of meters.

As in the past, on weekends, the pubs and brothels around the military camp welcomed many soldiers playing there early. Soldiers are also human beings, and they also need to relax. The same goes for soldiers, and the same goes for officers.

However, it is different from the soldiers who often sit casually in the hall on the first floor to gather with each other and do whatever they want. In order to avoid the embarrassment of meeting the soldiers, the officers often choose to go into the city. Compared with the soldiers, the income of the officers is higher.

Naturally, we can support this kind of expenditure.

In a private room upstairs of a restaurant in the city, three or four young officers and two or three young men in white shirts were drinking wine and talking to each other about current affairs as usual. They talked a lot.

From the expeditionary force's war to domestic industry to people's lives, young people always have ambitions of one kind or another.

“People’s lives are too poor!”

Putting down the wine glass, Wang Guoliang said in an extremely unfair tone.

"Actually, that's not necessarily the case. Now the Prime Minister and the State Council are working hard. The lives of many people are much better than in the past. Many places have a bumper harvest this year..."

Li Jiaxiang, who works in the Ministry of Finance of the State Council, said with some disapproval, and then he emphasized it specifically.

"Now, things are always turning for the better!"

"Reversal? How long will it take!"

Looking at his middle school classmates, Sun Xingmao said in an extremely dissatisfied tone.

"The Prime Minister is working hard, you are working hard, but how many years will it take? Last month, I just came back from Shanxi Province to investigate the family status of the recruits..."

As the adjutant of the squadron, one of Sun Xingmao's jobs is to investigate the family situations of the recruits. Then he spoke seriously about the rural living conditions he saw while investigating the families of the recruits.

"... In short, if you don't go to the countryside, you don't know what the countryside is like. It was through this investigation that I realized that my humble life in the past ten years was isolated from the poverty-stricken world, and it was equally profound.

I deeply understand the difficulties of people’s livelihood in China..."

When he let out a long sigh, Li Yang nodded in agreement.

"Our First Corps is stationed in the capital and has almost never carried out anti-bandit missions. However, when other troops are performing tasks, they will always come into contact with the truth in the countryside and the suffering of the people. Many colleagues said in letters,

This is to suppress bandits and suppress bandits. One kind of bandit is the world's bandit, and this kind of bandit should be suppressed. There is another kind of bandit, which is basically a poor life and is forced out by the local government. Words cannot describe the suffering of ordinary people's lives!"

Shaking his head and sighing, Li Yang, the staff officer of the corps' operations department, said with emotion.

"Last week, I received a letter from an old friend who served in the expeditionary force. His unit was a provincial army unit. Some of the parents also wrote to their sons who were on the expedition, saying that after they died in the battle, they used the money issued by the country.

Use the money to fulfill your filial piety."

Having said this, he took a sip of wine and his eyes turned red.

"Use money from those who died in war to fulfill their filial piety! How desperate must one be in life to say such words."

When he spoke those indignant words, Li Jiaxiang nodded with deep understanding, and then said in an equally indignant tone.

"On the one hand, it is the poor life of ordinary people. On the other hand, it is the corruption and waste of officials. Not to mention local officials, the corruption of local officials is well known. How can this capital be clean again? Somme River, Expeditionary Force War

The government has held dozens of celebration banquets of various levels to celebrate the victory, and the government has spent nearly ten million on this amount alone..."

"Nearly ten million..."

Everyone was surprised for a moment.

"Isn't it? Where has this money been spent? It's all wasted. With this money, it is better to use it to pension the soldiers..."

"Won't the Ministry of Finance not provide this amount? Isn't your Ministry of Finance part of the State Council? How could the Prime Minister agree to this!"

"Can the Prime Minister disagree? We need stability and coordination. The government and the Yuan are divided, but there cannot be too much conflict. Disharmony between the Government and the Yuan will definitely lead to political chaos. The Prime Minister is considering the overall situation!"

"The overall situation...the prime minister is good, but the president..."

"Isn't that right? If it weren't for the president and the provincial generals supporting those corrupt officials, the Ministry of Internal Affairs would have cleaned up those corrupt officials long ago. However, the president is colluding with the provincial generals and sacrificing public weapons to restrain the prime minister. Although the prime minister

If you have the ability to control a country, what can you do? You can only feel helpless and angry!"

As he said this, Zhao Lianyou's eyes still showed the tired, disappointed and indignant face of the Prime Minister that night at the Ministry of Industry and Commerce. Facing such a group of corrupt officials, how could the Prime Minister not be disappointed? Faced with the suffering of the people.

What can the prime minister do if he has more than enough power but not enough power?

"The waves in the Miluo Yuan are turbulent, and clouds are flying beside the Wushan Mountain. In the dim and turbulent world, my body is burning, and my blood is burning with righteous indignation. The powerful only know how to be proud of their family status, but worry about the country. There are really few people among them; the rich and powerful only know how to boast and accumulate wealth. The country.

How can he think in his heart? The sage sees the decline of the country, and the fool still dances in the world. The rise and fall of governing chaos is like a dream, and the world is really like a game of chess;..."

With such thoughts in mind, Zhao Lianyou softly recited this poem. While he was reciting the poem, everyone in the box was surprised.

"The rich and powerful only know their proud family status. There are really few people who care about the country. The rich and powerful only know how to boast and accumulate wealth, but they don't care about the country. The sage sees the decline of the country, and the fools still dance in the world. The rise and fall of governing chaos is like a dream.

The world is really like a game of chess..."

While Li Yang and others were chanting this poem in their hearts, they looked at Zhao Lianyou and asked with some surprise.
To be continued...