March 4, 19th year of Guangxu.

Nanyang Java, Surabaya.

As the sky was bright, the Chinese shop owners on the street called their apprentices to get down the board gate. The sound of the city gradually sounded. The carriage that delivered water rushed over the streets in a daze. When the shop owners rubbed their eyes and walked out the door, they found that there were many people gathered in Chinese schools alleys on the street, all of them, all young people wearing white shirts.

Moreover, they are all Chinese.

I don’t know how they gathered together. Everyone was talking and discussing enthusiastically, and the flags were spread out, and some young people were stepping on the flags barefoot and writing slogans with cinnabar pens.

Some young people who look like leaders stood at the top of the crowd and mobilized loudly: "This is the first collective unrest parade of our Nanyang Youth Association. We want foreigners to see our unity. As long as we Chinese are united together, we don't have to be afraid of anything! Everyone surrounds the female classmates, and the young men stand outside. Just shout our slogans... The target is the Dutch Governor's Office in East Java!"

The Chinese young people below are all kinds of, including fair students, and young rubber cutting workers with dark faces and thick arms. Some clerks know the leader who yells the loudest. Isn’t this a young master from the Li family? How did they gather together?

Except for the young masters of the Li family, the Huang family, the Zheng family, and the Chen family, they all saw a lot. They were all wearing white shirts, rolled up their sleeves, and splitting a bunch of small flags in their hands. They all had bright smiles on their faces, as if they were having a holiday.

The young apprentice and clerk, holding a basin and holding a rag, opened his mouth and stared at everything in front of him. He read the slogans on the scrolling slogan.

"Maintain the survival of Chinese schools and open the ban on Chinese schools!"

“Chinese people have the right to get education!”

"Chinese are the foundation of Java's prosperity!"

"All overseas Chinese, unite!"

The shop owners stared at all this with wide eyes, thought for a while, and went into the house silently, took out a hang of firecrackers and placed them on the tree. The shop assistants beside him looked at the kung fu, threw down the things in their hands and ran over. Most of them were young people who studied and learned literacy at the night school in China, and were still unable to hold back. At this time, the bosses did not scold them, but just shook their heads at the backs of these young people.

The sound of firecrackers exploded, and the smell of white fireworks and powder lingered. Some Chinese school teachers rushed over to work with a brush made of cloth. Looking at the scene in front of them, they rushed over in three steps. Some gathered flags and slogans around the crowd, and some squeezed into the crowd, as if they wanted to discuss something with the leading young people. But in the anger of the crowd, who still paid attention to them. Finally, these teachers shook their heads and sighed, standing in front of their students. Some hurriedly went to report the news, some went to the consulate, and some went to the Chinese clan family. They didn't have any letters in advance for the activities organized by these young people. Suddenly, a big one came, how could people eat and live?

There were some natives in the streets and alleys looking at them, squatting there with gloomy faces. Balang had covered his sword and some were running around. But no one dared to approach. With the sound of copper whistles, some police officers had arrived one after another. The night shift was not paid, the day shift was not paid, and there were not a few people. A bunch of rattan hats and batons were watching, and they were stunned. There were more than tens of millions of young people gathering around! One by one, the sound of Chinese, mixed in one place, soaring into the sky!

Li Xuan was also next to her adopted brother, her face turned red with her eyes shiny. The white shirt wrapped her well-developed young body tightly, revealing her brightest smile. This was the first time that many young people saw Li Xuan. At this moment, besides the enthusiasm to participate in this event, they were only dazzling. Their roars became even louder at this moment. Li Xing stood on the team and shouted loudly: "One hundred and forty-seven Chinese schools and the unrest parade, start now! Let them listen to our voices! We are not a group that can only accept it!"

The team suddenly surged onto the street like a torrent. Countless Chinese people stood on the street and watched. Some even joined in, and torrents came from all over and gathered together. A few policemen were watching foolishly. As these teams surged onto the main Taoist priest Robi Dao, the youth's enthusiasm seemed to be about to roll up the rippling and flashing Nanyang sea water in the distance.

In the hundreds of years of history when Chinese people settled in Java, there has never been such a scene. In the past few hundred years, the Chinese community, which has been considered hardworking, tolerant, gentle and kind, has also made the call for them as a group of wanderers living abroad for the first time!

History begins to change from the most subtle points.

In fact, such a trend has been brewing for a hundred years, and we are just waiting for the right time to awaken it. As long as the motherland has a little support, it will arouse the enthusiasm of these wanderers a hundred times!

Surabaya, Tanjung Perak Port.

With the sound of the bronze whistle of the star officer, the sailors from both ships from Zhiyuan came out from under the deck and gathered on the front and rear decks to start morning exercises. They were doing something here, and the sailors from the old Dutch cruisers on the opposite side also looked here. The sailors serving in the colonies looked lazy, leaning on the railings to look at the actions of the sailors in front of them. From time to time, there were sporadic whistles and sneering sounds.

Xu Yifan has not received a telegram for the reprimand because Beiyang cannot control him. The big guys in the Zongli Yamen asked them to discuss a negotiation and deal with opinions, and they still have to wait. Anyway, the officials of the Qing Dynasty will count on a day after day, and as long as they are not in a hurry, they are all pretending to be ostrich.

Xu Yifan's place was temporarily at ease, but the Beiyang Yamen, the Navy Yamen, and even the imperial naval Yamen, sent a telegram to Deng Shichang, the captain of the foreign fleet, all of which were asking him to release the boat immediately and leave Sishui!

Deng Shichang's answer is the same every time. The machine is not good enough to let the boat go. Or Lai Yuan left first, and Zhiyuan was still here to repair it. It is probably also scratching his head there. Deng Shichang is thousands of miles away, and now he has no way to deal with him. Lai Yuan Zhiyuan is separated, and he doesn't know what chaos will happen. The two boats are together, so there is a restraint.

Finally, there were only repeated telegrams: "...The officer needs to be in charge of two ships, and no one of the generals shall step on the shore. If the two ships have any conflicts with the indigenous people of the authorities during their stay and repairs, the officer will be given a strict lock and handled. Don't say that they are not prepared!"

Deng Shichang was under such great pressure to stay here on the two ships, and also used his identity as a formation leader to seal the telegram messages tightly.

These days, the Beiyang sailors also clearly saw that the situation became tense. The two Dutch cruisers had never left them. The gun doors were always open at times every day. Several old forts on the dock were dispatched. They watched their two ships in a mirror every day. The port officials came three times a day and asked when Zhiyuan would repair it.

Everyone vaguely heard that the Chinese in Sishui seemed to move. Every day, Deng Shichang frowned and walked on the back deck, looking at his calm body. The sailors became quiet and guarded their warship positions in the hot weather every day.

If you can support your compatriots, you will be able to support your compatriots. As long as Lord Deng doesn't say he will leave, no one wants to leave at this time, but he pretends to be able to repair the machine to the fullest.

"Mr. Deng, I'm afraid I can't drag it down anymore, the coal and water have been added. Everything has been replenished. Laiyuan put the traffic boat two or three times a day and asked when the machine will be good... We don't let foreign craftsmen check it out, and we can repair it ourselves. But it's been repaired for half a month in the blink of an eye, and it won't be repaired..."

The person who spoke was Zeng Hongji, the big manager of the Zhiyuan ship. This was Deng Shichang's confidant promoted from the craftsmen. He didn't hide anything from him, and he understood Deng Shichang's thoughts best.

This morning, he rubbed his hands and looked at Deng Shichang with a embarrassed look on his face.

Deng Shichang frowned and looked at Zeng Hongji. He was just a subordinate of Qian Zongcheng, who respectfully crossed his hands and lowered his head.

"How long can we wait?"

"The machine is debugging for one day, adding boiler water for one day, and then the last day of maintenance... it's time to go to three days."

Deng Shichang held the railing and looked into the distance, whispering to himself: "Are you just leaving like this?"

Zeng Hongji also whispered: "Sir, we are under the Beiyang Management. If we disobey our orders, our future will be... Can we really fire with the foreign devils?"

Deng Shichang said nothing and whispered for a while: "Hundreds of thousands of Chinese people here... Lord Xu said it well. Do we just watch it and ignore it? Our warships are here for one day, and maybe they can be safer for one day. Hong Ji, you haven't looked at the Chinese people looking at us! When will I be famous in the Qing Dynasty and spread overseas?"

Zeng Hongji just smiled bitterly. He was Deng Shichang's confidant and dared to say something: "Sir, we are all bullied at home, let alone these people... What else can we do?"

Deng Shichang tightened the railing: "It's like this everywhere, it's like this all the time. If others can revive and cheer up, why don't we hold the sky with one hand?"

Mr. Zeng Hongji dared not answer this, so he could only bow his head. Deng Shichang patted the railing and was depressed for a moment. Finally, he turned around and asked Zeng Hongji: "How about the boiler machine?"

"You can get enough air pressure at any time. Except for the bottom of the boat, it is no problem to run the 14th quarter. Nothing will happen!"

"Where are guns, ammunition?"

"…Sir, this matter is not subject to the standard."

Deng Shichang smiled and used his thoughts deeply just now. He waved his hand: "Go, be prepared for a fire at any time. Order, you must be able to raise your air pressure in four hours, do you understand?"

"As for the order under the mark!"

Deng Shichang looked at his capable subordinate with a smile. He was always very satisfied with his ship and his generals and soldiers. This was also his lifelong efforts.

But there were some things that he could do. Just when Zeng Hongji turned around and wanted to leave, Deng Shichang's expression suddenly changed and he looked at the vague city of Sishui in the distance.

"Did you hear any sound?"

Zeng Hongji listened carefully. After a while, Deng Shichang's beloved dog Sun was running over with his tongue. The sun had gradually risen, the heat was floating, the sea surface was like gold, and there was still blue water and green mountains in front of him. Deng Shichang squatted down to touch his dog's head, but his eyes looked into the distance.

At this time, Xu Yifan woke up in the mansion.

Today's itinerary has been arranged. Since the aristocratic family does not show their support for him and the two sides parted in disagreement, they can only work hard among the middle and lower classes of Chinese people to win over the hearts of the people, raise funds, and find more people to take away by young people.

The foreigners also have to go there, and have set up a guard of etiquette to discuss with them the recent tense situation in Sishui. In the name of this imperial envoy, whether it is a small head or a big hat, he is ready to take the lead. He has decided to promise to stabilize the situation in the Chinese community and not develop in a more intense direction, but also to the foreigners promise not to do anything that harms the Chinese community.

When necessary, he would not hesitate to hold the tiger's skin to make a big banner and say some harsh words to protect overseas Chinese by force.

Whether foreigners listen or not is another matter. He must do his best. Moreover, his actions will be spread and their reputation and status among the Nanyang Chinese community will be further improved. It will also be more helpful for his fundraising career.

The members below all knew Xu Yifan's dilemma, the country's strength was so strong, and the big guys in charge of negotiations were the same. Let him, an imperial envoy, try his best to do these things under the guise of an imperial envoy......

Xu Yifan really did his best.

He was worried every day, but he woke up after sleeping for four or five hours. In this era, he had never been so exhausted. Even when he was just traveling through time, he had no support and had no support, and he met a horse thief, but he never felt that he was so troubled.

The only thing to comfort me is that the attendants looked at Xu Yifan with a layer of admiration. Xu Yifan's efforts to maintain the Sishui situation and even bet on his future, everyone was touched. In private, I am afraid that it has inspired many people to be determined to die.

The door creaked, but Du Juan came in with a basin, but saw Xu Yifan already wearing it. He was stretching his waist and kicking his legs. He was doing some radio gymnastics. When he was about to jump, he saw him jumping around with his teeth and claws. That strange look made Du Juan burst into laughter and then quickly held it.

Xu Yifan turned around: "Dare you laugh at me, Master?"

Du Juan turned his head: "I dare not!"

The little girl's waist was bulging, and the six-wheeled hand cannons were all good. Xu Yifan wanted to tease her and became a little more afraid. Who knew that this girl would be embarrassed and anxious, so she would involuntarily give him some advice.

When I returned to China, I couldn't let her take a gun...

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a calm knock on the door again. When he heard it, Li Yunzong was doing something. Du Juan hurriedly put down the basin and went to open the door. He saw Li Yunzong walking steadily in with a siding face. Xu Yifan was putting on his boots, and asked without raising his head, "Yun Zong, what's the matter?"

Li Yunzong whispered: "Sir, the young people from Chinese schools gathered and have gone to the streets to march and have gone to express their feelings! Some Chinese schools teachers rushed to the consulate to report the message, and I will inform you immediately, sir, how should we deal with it?"

With a sound of Dong, Xu Yifan stood up from the ground barefoot. He looked at Li Yunzong tightly: "How many people are there?"

Li Yunzong frowned: "It is said that nearly tens of thousands of young people have gathered... The students of the Sishui Chinese School and young people everywhere have already taken action. Sir, should we support us?"

Xu Yifan kicked the boots on his feet: "Yun Zong, immediately send a message to major families, Wanli accompanied me, go to the Governor's Office immediately, and you can't delay for a moment! This may be an opportunity for the chaos in Sishui!"

Li Yunzong froze and puzzled: "Sir... aren't these young people showing off their love to show the power of the Chinese community?"

Xu Yifan's face turned red: "If there is a powerful country behind these Chinese communities, then there is no problem. Yun Zong, don't underestimate the viciousness of these colonists. The lesson is not far away, in the after-Xia world! I can't watch them bleed! These sacrifices should not be borne by these wandering young people!"

There were already crowds of people above the Slobi Da Avenue. After passing this avenue that can accommodate two carriages, turn around and it is the Weihan Road, and then there is the Governor's Mansion near the suburbs. The Zhenghe Grand Mosque is on the Slobi Da Avenue. As soon as the enthusiastic team of Chinese young people walked up the avenue, they saw a large number of indigenous people gathering towards the Zhenghe Mosque. Each indigenous person had a sharp balancing knife in his hands, and some were holding wooden sticks, iron sticks, and harpoons. Some were carrying big baskets of stones.

The policemen who were following the parade, who had received any orders, slowly retreated until they left Slobi Da Avenue. The crowd was empty on both sides of the street. In the direction of the natives coming, they had seen someone chasing the Chinese shop owner on the roadside.

The young people walking in front paused, and the team behind them continued to surge. The natives stood there, staring at these young people with great enthusiasm.

At this moment, the treasure roof of Zhenghe Mosque seemed to be depressed.

There were also indigenous young people coming from afar and gathering here. They obviously had the leader. They had white cloth strips on their foreheads and were fiddling with Balan knife to walk in front. Some looked quite enchanting, completely different from those natives who were thin and thin.

The dancing of the slogan and flag stopped briefly. Li Xing stood in front of the team, staring at everything in front of him in amazement. The indigenous people with hatred in their eyes!

A strange roar sounded: "Qing Guosen! Get out of Java!" Suddenly, a rustic response sounded around him, covering the sky.

How have these Chinese young people ever seen such a scene? They blushed with anger and humiliation. They looked at the thugs with dark eyes, the Chinese bosses and clerks who were staggering and being chased and beaten, and the natives who kept coming unconsciously stopped the slogans and flags in their hands.

"Brother Li, what should I do?" The people of the Youth Association looked at Li Xing. Among them, Li Xing was the hottest, eloquent, and had the strongest ability to move. This action was almost advocated by him alone!

Could it be that this is what a peaceful confession was for? Scattered stones had been thrown over. The curly-haired natives cursed excitedly on the opposite side. Li Xing was also hit by a piece. The eyes were filled with stars, and the blood in the young man's mouth surged: "Let's keep moving forward! Nothing can stop our Chinese community from uniting and self-improvement!"

The young people around him were urging at the same time, and the young men held their arms and continued to move forward with stones. Li Xing wiped the blood from his head and stood at the front of the team.

The natives stopped throwing stones and looked at the neatly moving Great Wall opposite, and were a little scared. When did they see these Chinese young people so united and tough? Even the Chinese clerks and bosses who were chased seemed to have suddenly found their backbone and began to fight back loudly.

At this moment, someone in the indigenous team whistled sharply. A large group of fierce thugs carrying cold light shining swords had already emerged and rushed towards the Chinese team that had been forcing them!

With a bang, these thugs rushed in. The cold sword in their hands slashed and slapped the slogans. Screams kept coming, but the Chinese young men also had their eyes red and picked up everything they could waving to resist desperately. When these wanderers truly understood where they were, what they fought for and maintained was the inheritance of a nation. The gentle, kind and peaceful Chinese children could also be as violent as lions!

Blood light burst out, and a lot of people were called Lanyin natives at this time, and later became known as Indonesian natives. It was like a shark who saw the blood, and it also surged up. There were desperate resistance and fierce fighting everywhere. No young man was willing to retreat, but was constantly surging forward.
To be continued...