gluttonous adventure king

Chapter 301 Sancha River Crab
The water temperature has risen, but the snow clam still stays in the pot, gurgling.

Fang Hong: "It seems that there is no response yet."

"Brother Gun, let's talk about Lu Xun carefully."

"Huh?" Fang Hong shrugged, "I'm not a talk show host."

"It's like you're an athlete."

That's right, the reason why live broadcasts are popular is because there are no restrictions. There are many places in the world, and you can make fun of whatever you want.

"In fact, each of us knows enough about Lu Xun. From Baicao Garden to Sanwei Bookstore is Lu Xun's student days, and kites are Lu Xun's boyhood. Later, Lu Xun shaved off his whip and went to RB Xiantao to study medicine. Later, Lu Xun returned to China. He began to write articles, because he found that medicine could not save China, and it was when he wrote the diary of a madman that he gave himself a pseudonym, Lu Xun. Then Lu Xun worked as a civil servant in Beiping, and lectured on the history of Chinese novels at Peking University and Beijing Normal University. The commemoration of the period We also learned about Mr. Liu Hezhen, and then Lu Xun resigned, taught at Xiamen University for a short time, and later wrote books full-time in Shanghai, until his death, we have read articles about all stages of his life in textbooks."

"Even after Lu Xun's death, we have also learned from his nephew's recollection of similar memorial essays."

Can other great writers have so many articles selected into textbooks?There is only one person who can compare with Lu Xun in the number of selected textbook articles. That person is called Li Bai, but the poems are slightly smaller. Generally speaking, among the articles that everyone will read in life, Lu Xun is the most.

"Tell me about Lu Xun's life?"

"The characteristic of Lu Xun is that he is hard-headed. Whoever he catches scolds. Of course, the only one who never criticized his second brother Zhou Zuoren, but when Lu Xun died, Zhou Zuoren was not yet a traitor. Otherwise, it would be hard to say whether he would scold him or not. Yes. From the article, we will feel that Lu Xun lived in a very poor life. He was poor since he was a child, and later he was also a poor teacher. In fact, this is not the case. The ancestors of the Zhou family were ministers of the Ministry of Rites. The area is very large and the specifications are very high. When Lu Xun was a child, the Zhou family separated. His uncle bullied Lu Xun when he was young and gave them the smallest one. Lu Xun refused to sign, but later the house was sold for a thousand oceans. You must know that at that time people worked hard It only takes thirty oceans to fight a war.”

"However, Lu Xun didn't have any feelings for money, and he didn't love money. He often kept accounts in his diary. When he was in Peking, the three brothers of the Zhou family lived together. Basically, Lu Xun raised the family of the three brothers alone. Later, Lu Xun even I once raised a student named Zhang Tao, who was often hundreds of dollars in one shot."

From an economic point of view, Lu Xun is not a proletarian. The first house Lu Xun bought in BJ was a three-entry courtyard house, and the address was next to Chang’an Street. And that house was only two months’ manuscript fees when Lu Xun made the most money. .

Moreover, Lu Xun was a civil servant, and he received nearly [-] oceans from the Republic of China.

In the later propaganda, it was actually wrong to say that Lu Xun represented the proletariat, because Lu Xun often scolded left-wing writers back then, and it is estimated that those writers were also jealous of Lu Xun's money.

Just because left-wing writers said it was leisure and leisure, Lu Xun named the collection of miscellaneous essays Sanxianji.

Unlike Guo, Hu, Xu and others, Lu Xun had a lot of money, but lived a life like an ascetic monk.

"The Zhou family is a proper landlord!"

"That's not true. Lu Xun's old house is now inside a middle school in the capital. If the courtyard is still preserved, it's impossible to buy it without a billion."

As Zang Kejia wrote in commemoration of Lu Xun, some people are alive, but he is dead, and some people are dead, but he is still alive.

Shuiyou is not like those people who don’t understand the Internet think, entertainment to death, nothing to do with themselves and indifference. In fact, the Internet is all-encompassing, and the composition of every era still exists in this era, but the proportion has changed.

In today's literary world, people who have been described well in history will call you a bad person, and those who have been described badly in history will be called real heroes.Of course, in that era, some revisions were inevitable, but many people were what they were. Lu Xun probably only treated himself badly in his life, and never treated others badly.

As for what happened after Lu Xun's death, most of his younger brothers, wives, sons, and nephews who lived under his shadow were later high-ranking Chinese officials, so it is inconvenient to comment or tell.

Who remembers the ancestor of the official secretary of the Zhou family?Who knew that Lu Xun's wife and younger brother were senior officials of the Deputy State Council.Lu Xun is like a big tree, protecting the entire Chinese nation without distinction, even people under one person and above ten thousand people are no exception.

Recently, rumors circulated on the Internet that the Nobel Prize in Literature was to be awarded to Lao She in the year of his death. Bell, postponed for 40 years, until last year's Mo Yan.In fact, Lao She was 30 years too late. In 1927, Lu Xun sent a letter rejecting the candidate for the Nobel Prize in Literature. If Lu Xun did not refuse, the award would be a certainty.

Now the literary award in our country is called the Mao Dun Literature Award, in fact, because there will never be another person like Lu Xun. If it is called the Lu Xun Literature Award, it may not be a permanent award.

While talking, the water in the pot began to drive the edge. The so-called edge drive means that there are small bubbles coming out of the edge of the pot and the water.

The snow clam in the pot, without the slightest hesitation, slammed it suddenly, brought out a splash, and jumped away after landing.

"Look, boiling the frog in warm water is not impossible to verify successfully, but unfortunately I didn't bring the pot cover."

When the water boiled, put the fish fillets.

Rolling pot fish fillets, clear mouth, tender, slippery throat, wonderful.

Fang Hong went into the woodland after eating, and soon found some vines, not tropical parasitic vines, but soft branches.

"Brother Gun, what are you going to do?"

"Of course it's a frame."

Fang Hong crossed a bunch of vines into the shape of the sun, tied the vines in the center together with tying ropes, and then weaved frames like strips of bamboo strips: “When I was young, I saw people who weaved strips of bamboo strips to weave backpacks and dustpans. Craftsmen, these craftsmen are no longer seen in the streets and alleys, everything is industrialized."

The sun-like vines were continuously gathered, and finally turned into a lantern-like thing with a small opening. Fang Hong used ropes to pull the upper and lower sides together, and finally it looked like the fan blade shell of an electric fan.

Fang Hong took the frame and the pot, and went to the side of the stream: "This is Siberia, wild animals are rampant, especially wolves are more ferocious, they are easy to come to the door, so let's get rid of the smell by the side of the stream."

Those bears and wolves have a very good sense of smell. If the food residue is not buried, it is easy for them to smell it.

If a brown bear came, Fang Hong could escape with confidence, but if a pack of wolves came, where would he escape?
After washing the pot, Fang Hong took off the universal military shovel from his waist and started digging holes by the stream.

"Brother Gun, what are you doing?"

Fang Hong dug a hole, then put the frame in, filled the gap between the frame and the hole with mud, and then covered the frame with some grass, leaving only the ashtray-sized hole on the top: "Dig the hole Ah, why, of course the digging is for filling things."

"What if I forget to fill it in?"

"Then forget to fill it in, what else can you do?"

"My Cao, dig a hole and don't fill it, be careful when you receive the blade!"

(End of this chapter)