"Old Feng, are you going to the street parade tomorrow?!"
On the way home, a fellow worker hurried up beside Feng Shi and called out loudly.
"Going! Of course I'm going. I just happen not to be scheduled for compensatory leave this time."
Feng Shi's reply was just as loud.
The so-called street parade was naturally not a leisurely stroll. It was a response to the New Nation's call: workers, students, farmers... everyone and everything united together, shouting out the direction of the New Nation's development in order to awaken hearts that had grown numb and indifferent.
The New Nation had, after all, only been born recently. Though some old, rotten things that had sunk deep into people's bones had been removed on the surface, certain things still remained deeply rooted in many people's hearts.
It was precisely to destroy these remnants of decay that the street parades came about.
When this began, enthusiasm throughout the New Nation was not particularly high.
But as time passed, night schools opened, Dao officials lectured day and night, and life truly did improve bit by bit—changes visible to the eye. Under such circumstances, the fire in many people's hearts was gradually kindled, along with the power of habit.
Thus, this matter went from a spark of stars to a prairie-burning blaze in a very short time.
Nor was that all. Because of this activity, workers' enthusiasm for work, students' enthusiasm for study, and farmers' enthusiasm for labor were all ignited as well.
The reason was naturally that such activities gave them a powerful sense of participating in the nation's construction and transformation. They came to deeply understand that they were each a part of this country, not some dispensable blade of grass—mere commoners.
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