Feng Ru was born in Changmei Village, Niujiang, Enping County, Guangdong Province. When I was a child, I often listened to my father and my two older brothers tell me the story of the Opium War against British imperialism in the fields. Feng Ru raised his little fist and said, "Dad, when I grow up, I will fight foreign devils like you!" ”
Once, Mr. Zhao from a private school explained to a student "Nine Songs": "Fly high and fly peacefully, and ride the clear air to resist yin and yang." "It also tells a mythical story of flying into the sky. Feng Ru was very interested, he stared at the goshawk in the blue sky outside the window, how much he wished that he could be like a goshawk, soaring in space.
When Feng Ru came home from school, there was a bird's nest in the plane tree in front of the door, and a small eagle fell and injured his wings. Feng Ru pulled some herbs, mashed them and bandaged the wounds of the little eagle.
The little eagle's wings had grown, Feng Ru climbed to the top of the tree, put it in the nest and said, "Don't be discouraged, young man, rest for two more days, just fly boldly." I'm sure you'll be able to fly high, high. ”
At night, Feng Ru had an interesting dream, dreaming that he was flying in a race with the little eagle, but he couldn't fly and fell twice. The little eagle said to him, "Don't be discouraged, my good fellow, and find a way to grow the right wings, and then you will be able to fly very high." ”
Once, during a kite flying competition in the school, Feng Ru made a small eagle out of red and green paper, and put Qu Yuan's poem "Fly high and fly peacefully, ride the clear air to resist yin and yang." It is written on the wings of the "Little Eagle".
On a warm day in spring, the "colorful butterflies" fluttered in the sky over the plum village, and the "birds" flew together, and the children were very happy. Mr. Zhao pointed to the "Little Eagle" and shouted: "The "Little Eagle" flies the highest! Little Eagle flies the highest! ”
Suddenly, Feng Ru's pull thread broke. The "little eagle" staggered and fell to the ground. The classmates shouted together: "Feng Ru has failed!" Feng Ru failed! The "little eagle" with broken wings is dead! ”
Feng Ru patted his chest and said, "Don't make trouble, classmates, don't make trouble!" Mr. Zhao has long said that "failure is the mother of success". Tomorrow I will make another good kite and compare myself with you. ”
Feng Ru dropped out of school when he was ten years old, so he had to help others herd cattle. He carried a school bag and often sat on the grass reading and writing articles.
Once, Feng Ru was fascinated by reading, and the cow ran to Zhang Bawei's field to eat crops, Zhang Bawei tore up his book fiercely, and wanted to beat him, Teacher Zhao rushed over and said, "Don't beat people!" As much as the cows eat your crops, I will compensate you! ”
When Feng Ru was twelve years old, his uncle came back from working as a Chinese laborer in San Francisco, USA, and he saw that Feng Ru was smart and honest, and decided to bring him to the United States to earn a living.
In May of the fifth year, Feng Ru said goodbye to his parents, villagers and teachers, and prepared to leave for the country. Teacher Zhao gave him a delicate rosewood box and said, "There is a handwritten character in it, and when you go to the United States, you can hang it in your room." ”
An ocean-going freighter let out a long "woo-" whistle, spewing out a puff of smoke, and the ship went ashore. Sailing towards the vast sea in the stormy seas, some relatives and friends on the shore waved frequently, and some bowed their heads and cried.
Feng Ru stood on the bow of the boat, looking at the mountains and tree shadows of his hometown with affectionate eyes for a long time, looking at the blue sky and white clouds of the motherland, and looking at the eagle soaring in the clouds of the motherland... He chanted Qu Yuan's verses: "Fly high and soar, ride the pure air to resist yin and yang." ”
Feng Ru followed his uncle into the city of San Francisco, and the streets were full of traffic, and the ** in strange costumes was like a tide, it was really a world of flowers. Feng Ru carried the luggage on his back, tightly pulled his uncle's clothes, and carefully did not dare to move a step.
Feng Ru's uncle pointed to a huge foreign signboard and said, "This is the Fusel Machinery Manufacturing Factory, where many Chinese work as Chinese workers." Feng Ru looked at the chimneys, the roaring machines, and the sweaty Chinese workers carrying something. I couldn't help but be in a daze for a while.
Feng Ru's uncle pulled him hard and said, "Are you homesick? Still a little scared? You're very young, and now that you're out, you're going to have to have a good time. Come, I'll take you to meet the manager first. ”
In the factory office, two big-bellied managers and a thin Chinese translator asked Feng Rukao: "Are you a teenager?" "Thirteen years old. "People? "Enping County, Guangdong. "How many years have you been studying? "I have been in private school for three and a half years. "Heh, he's a hillbilly, a little illiterate. ”
A big-bellied, high-nosed manager stood up and pressed his hands on Feng Ru's shoulders violently, Feng Ru gritted his teeth, puffed out his cheeks, and stood still like a rock.
The two managers and the translator raised their thumbs, their eyes and noses were laughing, and they were babbling something, Feng Ru couldn't understand a word, and his uncle seemed to be smiling on the side.
Since then, Feng Ru followed his uncle to the Fusel Machinery Factory every day to move scrap iron and hit hammers... Doing tiring and hard work. I got off work very late to rest.
Feng Ru often stroked the brand-new and shiny machines, and was very envious in his heart, and he said to his uncle: "Such a good machine is really cute." I think that we will have more and better machines in China in the future. At that time, no one dared to bully China. ”
In order to revitalize the Chinese nation, Feng Ru aspired to be a machine engineer. However, when he opened the foreign books, he didn't know a word, so he slapped his hands on the table and said, "There is nothing difficult in the world, but I am afraid of those who have a heart." ”
Since then, every night, Feng Ru has gone to the Huagong night school to learn English. No matter the wind, rain, cold, heat, he never stopped.
In less than a year, hundreds of night school students passed the test, Feng Ru won the first place, and many books were awarded to him at the night school award ceremony.
One day, when Feng Ru was carrying scrap iron, he was very anxious and said to his uncle: "I do this kind of stupid work all day long, and I can't become a mechanical engineer in my life, how much can I contribute to the motherland in the future?" Why don't you go to a factory and become an apprentice? ”
At the age of thirteen, Feng Ru, eager to learn the technology of mechanical engineering faster and better, said goodbye to her uncle and left San Francisco to work as an apprentice at the Walgers factory in New York.
Feng Ru passed the exam at the Walgers factory and got full marks in English, mathematics, and physics. The factory assigned him to learn fitters, Feng Ru put on work clothes, and followed a master named Venidy into the workshop happily.
The weather was very hot, and during the short lunch break every day, Feng Ru always had to dismantle some machine parts, and concentrate on every gear and screw, measuring and measuring, drawing and drawing, until he completely understood him before letting go.
Once, Feng Ru dismantled all the "universal lathes" made in England, and he couldn't put them together after a long time, so he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. The kind-hearted Venedy master helped him to put the lathe in place, and said, "You kid is too reckless, if you damage the machine, the manager will fire you." ”
The next day, Master Venidy said to Feng Ru: "Take this book and read it a few times, and then touch the lathe later." Feng Ru took "The Principle of Universal Lathe" and read it greedily.
Feng Ru read voraciously all kinds of books on mechanical engineering. In addition to eating, he was reluctant to spend any money, all of which was used to buy books and stationery, and his bed almost became a bookshelf.
Where there's a will there's a way. After ten years of hard study, Feng Ru has mastered 36 machine principles and manufacturing techniques, and can also accurately translate scientific and technical materials from the United States.
In the summer of 19o5, Feng Ru received a letter from a friend from Beijing, saying that Japan and Russia were fighting a war in the northeast in order to fight for the rights of our country's northeast. Damn it! For this reason, he did not sleep for several all-nighters.
The Japanese and Russian aggression against China further aroused Feng Ru's patriotic spirit of hard work, and he forgot to sleep and eat and devoted himself to machine manufacturing. In the winter of that year, he invented a pile driver and a dual-purpose radio station, and foreigners rushed to buy the rights to his invention. Since then, Feng Ru's reputation has been shocked.
In December, Feng Ru braved the bitter cold and went to San Francisco again, and many overseas Chinese young people wanted to worship him as a teacher. Feng Ru said: "China needs talents, China needs machines, and I hope you are all engineers." He accepted more than a dozen apprentices such as Zhu Zhuquan, Zhu Zhaohuai, and Situ Biru.
During the day, Feng Ru led the apprentices to operate the machines in the factory, and at night, he explained while drawing in his room, wishing that he could teach the apprentices all the knowledge and techniques he had learned for more than ten years in a week.
In March 19o6, an American newspaper publicized the second anniversary of the Wright brothers' invention of the airplane. Feng Ru said to Zhu Zhuquan: "If China has airplanes, it will be much stronger." He thought for a while, and then said categorically: "For the glory of the Chinese people, I want to build airplanes!" Be sure to outdo them! ”
Feng Ru began to collect and sort out the aviation technical data, and hung up the bundle of words that Mr. Zhao gave him and looked at it: "Ah, Qu Yuan's poem," flying high and flying peacefully, riding the clear air to resist yin and yang. ”
Feng Ru chanted Qu Yuan's poems, as if he had entered a childhood dreamland: the kite over Changmei Village in Niujiang, the injured little eagle on the plane tree, and the flying story told by Teacher Zhao .........It's all in front of you.
Feng Ru's uncle heard that he was going to build an airplane, so he hurriedly ran to persuade him: "Ru, you are a poor Chinese worker, where can you get a lot of money to build an airplane?" I've been abroad for so long, and you haven't sent a single money back, are you worthy of your parents!? ”
Feng Ru took the letter from a friend in Beijing and showed it to his uncle, and said, "The country is so weak and so corrupt, even if there is a lot of money sent home, what is the use?" If China has airplanes, machines, and a lot of talents, and the country is rich and strong, who else will come to the United States to work as Chinese workers? ”
Feng Ru's uncle patted him on the shoulder and said, "Ru, you are on the right path, you have lived up to the expectations of the villagers, and if you can use my words, I will definitely help you." He took out a passbook and handed it to Feng Ru, saying, "You take out this money and use it to buy books and materials." ”
One Sunday, Feng Ru led his apprentices, brought three model airplanes, and gave a speech to overseas Chinese in Chinatown: "Compatriots with backbone, we are the descendants of the Chinese nation. Our motherland will definitely be able to become strong! Every Chinese should contribute to the motherland! ”
Many overseas Chinese were deeply moved by Feng Ru's patriotic enthusiasm. Huang Qi, Zhang Nan, Tan Yaoneng and other patriotic overseas Chinese businessmen raised $5,000 on the same day and handed it over to Feng Ru to finance the manufacture of Chinese aircraft
In September 19o7, in front of the gate of a factory in Auckland, Feng Ru and his apprentices beat gongs and drums, and hung a large red lacquer sign written in Chinese "China Aircraft Factory" on the wall.
On the day of the start of construction, Feng Ru and everyone raised their arms in front of the statue of Xuanyuan and swore an oath: "My descendants of Yan and Huang swear to the prosperity of the motherland and are determined to manufacture airplanes. ”
It is a coincidence that just after the end of the oath, I received a package, which contained Mr. Zhao's congratulatory message, tea sent by his parents, a handful of loess sent by the villagers, and a few pieces of eagle feathers sent by his friends back then. Feng Ru looked at these precious gifts and was so excited that she shed tears.
Feng Ru put the gifts sent by the villagers and the poems written by Mr. Zhao on the table in the workshop, and said to the partners: "This is the great hope that the motherland and the people place on us, I, Feng Ru, will never be embarrassed for the motherland, and will never let the people of the motherland down!" ”
Books are hated less when they are used. As soon as the machine sounded, all the drawings originally designed by Feng Ru could not be used: either the proportional data was incorrect, or the alloy quality was too poor, and several machines were all stopped for a while. A guy said: "If Feng can build an airplane, dogs won't eat." He threw away his overalls and ran.
Late at night, Feng Ru's uncle ran into the factory and said to Feng Ru: "It is indeed difficult to build an airplane, and now foreigners have blocked all the aviation technical data, just to card you, card us China, you must not be discouraged." ”
Feng Ru often brought two cold steamed buns and spent the days reading books and libraries looking for information. For two months, he transcribed and translated the material. Thirty kilograms.
Feng Ru's eyes were bloodshot, she lost weight, and she coughed incessantly. Zhu Zhuquan and Situ Biru persuaded him to rest, but Feng Ru said: "The plane is not in the sky, can I rest in peace?" He still painted, wrote and wrote under the electric light as usual, and was busy until late at night.
On April 8, 19o8, the Zhonghua Aircraft Factory was full of voices and drums, and the first aircraft made by the Chinese began to be painted.
Feng Ru led more than 100 Chinese technicians to carry the plane in a large truck and transported it to the Maiyuan in Dalinke City for a test flight. On the way, many overseas Chinese followed behind and cheered and applauded; Flowers, buntings, handkerchiefs, hats and candy were thrown straight into the truck.
The big truck drove into the wheat field. Chinese, Americans, and people from all over the world have long been standing in the sea around the wheat garden.
Feng Ru boarded the cabin, and the motor rumbled. He flipped the joystick, and the plane began to glide on the ground, ready to soar. Suddenly, applause and cheers shook the sky like spring thunder.
An hour passed, two hours passed, and the plane was still running on the ground, and it couldn't fly. Many overseas Chinese bowed their heads and sighed, and quietly left the wheat garden; A group of Americans barked like mad dogs: "Ah—a good king made by the Chinese!" ”
Feng Ru silently led his partners back to Auckland, the signboard fell to the ground, and the workshop, office, and data drawings were all set on fire by the bad guys.
Zhu Zhuquan and his companions looked at the fragments of drawings and the wreckage of the machine, some crying, some scolding, and the scene was very bleak.
Situ Biru and the other twelve technicians said goodbye to Feng Ru: "Brother Feng, I'm sorry for you, we are going back to China." You should also think about it, can poor workers living in a foreign country build airplanes? It's better to end it early. ”
No! I am a descendant of Yan and Huang, and I must not endure the humiliation of foreigners, the plane does not go to the sky, and Feng Ru has no face to see his relatives! The heroic words of the majestic mountains and rivers made people cry.
Situ Biru and a few other young people threw away their luggage, knelt on the ground and said, "Master: The plane does not go to the sky, and life and death are with you." ”
Feng Ru was not discouraged, and led everyone to build another "Pengchang", and the big red paint signboard of the "China Aircraft Factory" was hung high on the gate of the "Pengchang".
Feng Ru, who worked hard all year round for the Chinese to build airplanes, fainted in the workshop, hit the hammer in the left forehead, and bled incessantly.
An ambulance sped into the hospital. Outside the operating room, people waited anxiously. An old American worker carried a suitcase, drew the word "ten" on his chest with his right hand, and whispered: "God bless, God bless." ”
In the ward, ** gave injections and infusions to Feng Ru. Feng Ru was still unconscious, and the doctor did not allow anyone to alarm him. The old American worker sat outside with Zhu Zhuquan and others holding the box for a day and a night.
Feng Ru woke up, and the old American worker walked in happily, patted the box and said, "Good boy, you are tired, I finally got you such useful information, you can rest in peace." Feng Ru held his hand with tears in her eyes and shouted, "Master Venedi! ”
Three days passed, and the doctor still didn't allow Feng Ru to get out of bed or read. Feng Rushi felt uncomfortable and said to the doctor: "Thank you, doctor, I'm completely fine, lying down and resting all the time will suffocate me to death." Tomorrow, I'm going back to the factory anyway. ”
When Feng Ru returned to the factory, the accountant said with a sad face: "Mr. Feng, alas! You... Tell me something, please. "You can't pay for the hospital, what should this aircraft factory do?" ”
Master Venidi took out a passbook and handed it to Feng Ru and said, "This is my life's savings, you can use it." Feng Ru took the passbook and said gratefully: "You are really a good friend of the Chinese people. ”
Master Veniti and Feng Ru led the group to dismantle all the planes that couldn't fly, carefully inspected every part, and found many faults.
Feng Ru studied the books and materials given to him by Master Veniti in detail, and went to Chinatown with the newly designed aircraft drawings.
Feng Ru stepped into the house of Chinese businessman Huang Qi, only to see him sigh with a sad face and say, "Alas, Mr. Feng, you are not here at the right time, I can't help you anymore." "It turned out that he was completely bankrupt in the recent economic crisis.
Huang Qi's daughter, Miss Mei Li, a science and engineering graduate of Oxford University in the United Kingdom, looked at the aircraft drawings designed by Feng Ruxin, and said happily: "Sir's spirit is precious, it is really an honor for my nation, and your career will definitely succeed." ”
At night, Miss Mei Li accompanied Feng Ru, and they walked quietly through the streets under the soft light in the gentle wind and drizzle.
When they parted, Miss Mei Li said excitedly: "Mr. Feng's talent and backbone are really admirable, if you don't dislike it, Mei Li will definitely do her best to help." ”
Feng Ru returned to the dormitory and stared at the Qu poem given to him by Teacher Zhao: "Fly high and fly peacefully, and take advantage of the clear qi to resist yin and yang." "Looking at it, it was as if I had stretched my wings and flew in the wind.
Late at night, Feng Ru was full of energy, picked up the brush and recorded two lines of Qu Yuan's poems. ”
On a May morning, with a gentle breeze and a bright sun, Feng Ru came out of the workers' night school.
Miss Mei Li was flipping through the newspaper when a striking piece of news caught her eye: "The general manager of the China Aircraft Factory lives by teaching night school" Suddenly she felt dizzy and almost cried.
A partner came from Guangdong and said to Zhu Zhuquan: "Mr. Feng's mother is seriously ill, and the family is in great difficulty, and his father still won't let me tell him. Zhu Zhuquan thought for a while and said, "I'll get the honorarium for teaching night school on his behalf first." ”
Zhu Zhuquan bought the ticket and handed it to Feng Ru, saying, "Master, your mother is sick." Go back and see, I'll get all the night school honorarium back on your behalf." We'll take care of the factory. "Thank you, I'll leave tomorrow and go early and come back early. ”
Five days later, Feng Ru returned to the factory and brought back three machines, which surprised everyone. It turned out that he had refunded the ticket, and with the night school honorarium, he had bought three much-needed machines in the field.
Feng Ru's resolute image set off waves in Miss Mei Li's heart. She threw away the letter of appointment from the University of Washington and decided to go to the "China Aircraft Factory" as an assistant.
Feng Ru was covered in oil stains and Master Venidi was installing the machine, Miss Mei Li came over and asked, "May I ask Master, where is Manager Feng?" Feng Ru was engrossed in his work, and he didn't know that someone asked him, so Miss Mei Li had to leave.
After a while, Zhu Zhuquan led Miss Mei Li and shouted, "Master! This young lady is looking for you. Feng Ruhuo stood up: "Miss Meili, you... I really didn't recognize you just now, and I didn't answer me three times when I asked you. "I'm sorry, I really didn't hear that. ”
Feng Ru played the erhu for the first time after going abroad. The majestic melody shows the pride and tenacious spirit of the nation. "The Chinese can build airplanes. Do you really believe it? Miss Merry. "Believe, I'm here to be an assistant. I also brought my mother's savings of $3,000. ”
Within a year, Feng Ru experienced five more test flight failures, and only 14 of the more than 100 technicians in the factory were killed. He never sighed, and always said to people: "Failure is the mother of success, and China will definitely be able to build airplanes." ”
On February 18, 19o9, except for Venidy and eighteen Chinese in the wheat garden, there was silence all around, and suddenly the plane sounded, and the unusual sound seemed to shout: "I want to fly!" "Fly! "Fly! "The Chinese man-made plane finally flew low and half a circle over the wheat garden.
Feng Ru analyzed a large number of aircraft drawings and selected the "Combrada type" as a blueprint for improvement. He eats, sleeps, walks, and has an airplane flying in his head.
One day, Feng Ru saw an eagle soaring among the blue sky and white clouds, it stretched its wings and gently swung its tail, it was so smooth, serene and beautiful.
Feng Ru couldn't catch the eagle, so he bought back a white pigeon, carefully measured its body and the length of its wings, and found out the proportions of its various parts.
On September 21, 19o9, 26-year-old Feng Ru successfully flew a range of 2,640 feet in a self-made airplane over the city of Oakland. Significantly surpassed the Wright brothers' record of 852 feet for their first test flight. It shook the whole of the United States for a while.
After identification, it was confirmed that every part of the aircraft was designed by Feng Ru, made by the Chinese, and piloted by the Chinese. Feng Ru, Miss Mei Li, Zhu Zhuquan, Zhu Zhaohuai and more than a dozen other people stood in front of the plane they built and happily took pictures of happiness.
On September 23, the United States of California reported on Feng Ru's difficult process of manufacturing an airplane with the headline "China's Aviation Technology Surpasses the West." Since then, the aviation industry of the Chinese people has written a glorious page in the history of the world.
The success of China's aircraft manufacturing greatly encouraged overseas Chinese in the United States, and Huang Qi, Huang Zicai and others initiated the establishment of the "China Flying Machinery Manufacturing Company". Feng Ru was elected chief engineer and manager.
One Sunday, Huang Qi held a family banquet to entertain Feng Ruhe and all the members of the company. During the banquet, Huang Qi promised his daughter Miss Mei Li to Feng Ru as his wife in person, and everyone happily celebrated for them.
One day in March 1910, Wright and Aarqu were in Los Angeles for a preview performance in order to participate in the International Flying Competition. Feng Ru led everyone to visit.
Police officers stand guard outside the Los Angeles airport, and Chinese refuse to enter, citing technical secrecy. Feng Ru waved his hand and said: "What foreign countries can do, Chinese can do even more!" Immediately led the group and rushed away. Since then, a grim struggle has begun to be bred in his heart.
In June 1910, Mr. Sun Yat-sen, who was in the United States, met Feng Ru with pleasure and said: "The great reason why the Chinese nation is great is that it has many good sons and daughters like you. There is hope for our Motherland. ”
Mr. Sun Yat-sen's encouragement and the support of patriotic overseas Chinese made Feng Ru more confident. In order to participate in the international flying competition, he also worked tirelessly to design newer aircraft.
On October 6, 191o, autumn was crisp. San Francisco Airport was crowded with people waving colorful flags. More than a dozen planes with different markings at the entrance of the airport are waiting for them. The foreigners on the field shouted arrogantly.
A trumpet sounded, and one plane after another rushed off the runway, rushing straight into the blue sky like arrows. People held their breath and looked up**, and the atmosphere was very tense.
The game is over, and the large red letters on the scoreboard appear; "The Chinese aircraft has a speed of 105 kilometers per hour and an altitude of 2308 meters, range 322 km to win the championship. The achievements of the Chinese people in aviation technology shocked the world.
Feng Ru, who was only twenty-eight years old, stepped out of the cabin and nodded frequently to the audience. Thousands of overseas Chinese ran over with thunderous joy, lifted Feng Ru high, and circled around the airport.
The next day, the manager of a large company in New York rushed to San Francisco, piled $100,000 on Feng Ru's desk, and said: "The contemptible people admire Mr. Feng's genius very much, but unfortunately your country is too poor to be used by Mr. Feng. ”
Feng Ru said coldly: "There is an old Chinese saying: "The son does not dislike the mother is ugly, and the dog does not complain about the poverty." "If Feng thinks that the motherland is temporarily poor and serves foreigners, wouldn't it be cheaper than a pig and a dog! The American had to walk away.
In the evening, when the lights were shining brightly, Huang Qi held a wedding for Feng Ru and Miss Mei Li, and it was when he was in high spirits that two American plainclothes policemen rushed into the crowd and handed Feng Ru a letter of appointment and a dagger.
The audience was silent, and everyone was stunned. Feng Ru tore up the letter of appointment, took a brush and wrote on the dagger: "The sons and daughters of China have many ambitions, and they have long put life and death out of the way. Throwing it to the comer, he yelled, "Get back to me!" ”
On January 20, 1911, full of patriotic fervor, Feng Ru left San Francisco with his wife, companions, and two planes to board the ship returning home, and thousands of overseas Chinese waved goodbye on the dock.
The waves are rolling and the sea is crossing. An ocean liner rides the waves and sails in the direction of the rising sun. Feng Ru and Huang Meili stood side by side on the deck, looking at the front with affectionate eyes for a long time. Ah, the Motherland! Your sons and daughters are back!
On 22 March, Feng Ru and his entourage arrived in Hong Kong, and Zhang Mingqi, the governor of Liangguang, sent the "Baobi" ** to Hong Kong to greet him. Zhang Mingqi asked the Qing court to recommend Feng Ru several times, but the Qing court refused to use it. Zhang Mingqi was so angry that he died.
Feng Ru, who has the belief of "saving the country by industry" and "saving the country by aviation", suffers from having no way to serve and is depressed all day long.
One day, Huang Meili took back a tabloid and happily said to Feng Ru: "Look at Mr. Sun Yat-sen's speech. Mr. Sun Yat-sen's voice was like a spring breeze that blew away the dark clouds in Feng Ru's heart, and he was determined to defect to the revolution.
After the Wuchang Uprising, Feng Ru was appointed as the captain of the aircraft fleet of the Guangdong Army, Zhu Zhuquan was the deputy commander of the aircraft, and Zhu Zhaohuai, Situ Biru and others were the pilots.
During the battle, Feng Ru's aircraft team served as aerial reconnaissance and made a significant contribution to the victory of the troops.
In August 1912, in order to popularize aviation knowledge among the broad masses of the people, Feng Ru petitioned the War Department for approval to hold an air show in Yantang, Guangzhou, on 25 July.
On this morning, the sun was shining, the traffic was jammed, and 100,000 spectators rushed to Yantang like a tide.
The military music was full of excitement and thunder, and Feng Ru strode onto the cabin. His excited heart seemed to cry out: "Father, brother, sister! Feng Ru reported to you today on the performance. ”
A dazzling airplane rushed across the runway and soared into the sky amid the cheers of the people. Thousands of eyes are on the plane.
The plane continued to rise, like a goshawk skimming through a cloud and flying southeast, the fuselage dexterous and agile turning. The audience responded with thunderous applause.
The expectations of the people and the pride of the nation inspire Feng Ru to climb to a higher goal. Due to his excessive force, his feet floated, and the fuselage suddenly lost its balance and fell sharply.
Feng Ru calmly steered the elevator, but it was getting closer and closer to the ground, and if it didn't reach the airport, it would cause a terrible disaster to thousands of people. Suddenly, he made a ninety-degree maneuver, and the plane rushed towards the northwest suburbs.
Amid the screams of tens of millions of people, the plane crashed into a vegetable patch on the outskirts, crashing its nose and breaking its wings. Feng Ru's head, chest, and thighs were bleeding profusely, and everyone carried him out of the cabin and ran to the hospital.
In the surgical ward of the Army Hospital, Feng Ru shouted in a coma: "The Chinese nation is a great nation, and we must not endure the bullying of foreigners!" ”
Feng Ru, who was dying, said to Zhu Zhuquan and other friends: "I am dead, you must not give up your enterprising spirit because of my mistakes, you must know that failure is the mother of success..."
Feng Ru said to his parents: "For the motherland, I have not been loyal, for my parents, I have not fulfilled my filial piety, and the child died and resented." ”
Huang Meili took the one-year-old child to the hospital to see him, Feng Ru couldn't speak, and wrote crookedly on the paper: "Yu Zhi is not finished, I hope to teach children well and win glory for the country."
On August 29, 1912, Feng Ru, the first aircraft manufacturer, aviator, and great patriot of the Chinese, passed away. However, his spirit lives on and continues to inspire millions of people to climb to the heights of science.