Literary Heroes of the Republic of China

The cramped room was filled with a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine, which added some uncomfortable gloom to the already dark room.The roof was leaking, and dripping water dripped down in a broken tub, making ripples.

Mu Qiong lay on the bed, looking at the moldy beams above the house in a daze.

He was an ordinary youth living in the 21st century.

In fact, it can't be said that he is ordinary, he is somewhat different from ordinary people - shortly after he was born, he was diagnosed with a severe congenital heart disease, so that his life was not only unable to do many things, but also extremely short.

He died at the age of 28.

His parents were relatively rich, but it was not so easy to find a suitable heart. He didn't wait for a heart that could extend his life until he died.

But he still felt that his life was complete.

He has parents who love him, and a lively and lovely younger sister. Although he seldom goes out, he has made many friends through the Internet, read a lot of books, and learned a lot.

He even has a career of his own.

When he was seven or eight years old, he knew how to read, and after reading some fairy tales, he began to write out those weird stories that he thought of when he was lying on the hospital bed doing nothing.

It was just a self-entertainment of a child who couldn't go to school at first, but when his parents submitted these works and his works were lucky enough to be published, his life began to change.

He fell in love with writing.

At first, all he wrote were imaginative fairy tales, but later he read more and more books, deeper and more complicated, and he began to write other kinds of novels.

He never went to school, and only studied with a tutor for two hours a day, which gave him a lot of time to read and write.

Before his death, he had written more than 1000 million words. Most of these novels have been published or published in journals, and several novels have been adapted into movies and TV series.

He has already won one of the domestic literary awards.

Many people firmly believe that if he has no heart problems, can live forever, and can continue to create, he should be able to win the most famous literary award in the world.

Unfortunately, he died at the age of 28.

No, it cannot be said that he is dead.

His body should have died in the 21st century, but his soul and thoughts were reborn in the body of a desolate young master who had just passed away at the beginning of the [-]th century.

After autumn, it rained heavily for several days, and with water leaks, this small room was very humid. What was inhaled into the lungs during breathing was not like air, but like water vapor.

The quilt on his body was also wet, as if water could be squeezed out, so that he didn't feel warm at all even though he was covered with the quilt.

Mu Qiong wanted to sigh, but when his throat tickled, he coughed violently.

He coughed so badly that his chest ached, but he didn't feel uncomfortable, on the contrary, he was a little happy.

If it were him before, his heart would definitely not be able to bear such a cough, but now no matter how badly he coughed, it would only hurt his lungs, and he would not die because his heart could not bear it.

Mu Qiong coughed for a while, and finally felt better.He leaned on the pillow, and slowly sorted out the previous experience of the original owner from the memory left by the original owner.

The original owner is only 16 years old, but he has experienced many things...

"Qiong'er, I've taken the medicine." A woman's voice sounded, and the door of the room that was originally ajar was pushed open.

Mu Qiong looked sideways, and saw a woman walking in from outside the house wrapped in raindrops.

The rain had subsided, but the sky was still gray. Although she hadn't closed the door after she came in, the room was still dark with little light.

But with this light, Mu Qiong could still see her appearance clearly.

The woman is about thirty years old, and her skin is extremely fair under the dark blue coarse cloth gown. Although no makeup is applied on her face, the color is still very good, and her eyebrows are delicate.As for her figure... Although the gown completely concealed her figure, judging from her slender neck and wrists exposed, she was probably slender.

This is a very beautiful woman, also the mother of the original owner, named Zhu Wanwan.

She walked up to Mu Qiong with the medicine, put the medicine on the stool next to the bed, which is supposed to be equipped with the Eight Immortals table, and came to help Mu Qiong: "Qioner, come and take the medicine, you will be fine after taking the medicine." gone."

Mu Qiong's actual age is not much younger than Zhu Wanwan, how can she really serve her?He sat up, took the medicine bowl and drank it down.

Seeing this, Zhu Wanwan showed joy, and diluted the sorrow on her face a lot: "Qiong'er, can you sit up now?"

"Mother, I'm much better." Mu Qiong said.

In fact, although the original owner was ill, his health was not too bad. He had been lying still all day before, but the young man was hit too hard and couldn't accept it, so he gave up on himself and lost his desire to survive.

The original owner's name was Mu Changqiong, who had just turned 16 and was originally from Suzhou.

The Mu family is a farming and studying family with a hundred acres of fertile land and a prosperous life. There are also many scholars and scholars, and they are local prominent families.

The original owner's father was even more talented, but he won the Juren in his early twenties, and then went to Beijing with money to worship a very famous man in the late Qing Dynasty as his teacher.

At that time, the grandfather of the original owner hoped that his father would pass the Jinshi examination, enter an official career, and honor his ancestors. But at that time, the situation was changing and everyone was thinking of ways to save the country. His father was not pedantic, so he accepted new ideas. In the end, I went to Japan to study with some other students.

Eight years ago, when his father returned to China, he was accompanied by a beautiful and beautiful family member with red sleeves.

Three years ago, when the Republic of China was established, his father even settled a new home in Beijing, with a lovely wife and young son in his arms, forgetting about his family in Suzhou until the original owner's grandfather passed away suddenly.

The original owner's grandfather passed away, and his father went back to his hometown for the funeral and sold the family property and house, and then went to Beijing with the original owner's grandmother, original owner's mother, original owner and original owner's sister.

And later... the original owner's grandmother died in Beijing, and the original owner, his mother, and his sister who was two years younger were kicked out of the house on trumped-up charges...

As a last resort, the original owner's mother took her children back to her hometown in Suzhou, but because she lost her belongings due to banditry and was bullied by members of the Mu family, she had to come to Shanghai to visit relatives.

Unfortunately, the relatives they wanted to vote for also turned them away.

There was no way to ask for help, the future was bleak, and the original owner fell ill in a fit of anger.

Zhu Wanwan had no choice but to sell her clothes and jewelry, and rented a small house in Shanghai to live with her children, earning a living by doing laundry and mending.

The original owner used to be excellent in all aspects when he was in Suzhou, and he developed a proud temperament. However, he suffered successive blows in the past two years, and he couldn't help but feel depressed. He also felt that a big man had to rely on his mother and younger sister to support him, which became a burden, and he was depressed. Under the circumstances, he lay silent for many days without saying a word, and he was so angry that he died.

It's cheaper for him.

Hearing that her son, who hadn't spoken for a long time, took the medicine and spoke again, Zhu Wanwan wept with joy: "Qiong'er, it's good that you are well!"

"Mother, I'm fine, and I don't need to buy medicine anymore." Mu Qiong said.In this day and age, it costs a lot to see a doctor. Now that their family is desolate and can't even afford food, there is no need to spend this money.

Of course, the most important thing is that his mother got this medicine from a nearby fortune teller who only knew a little medical skills, so it probably won't be of much use.

"Or take another dose?" Zhu Wanwan said: "One dose of medicine is boiled more, and you can take it twice."

This herbal medicine is usually bought and boiled for the last time, and the dregs should be thrown away, but they are really cash-strapped recently, so they drink more than half of the medicine after boiling it, and add water to the remaining half of the herb soup and the dregs. I can have another bowl.

"Mother, there's no need." Mu Qiong refused: "I feel uncomfortable after taking too much medicine."

After hearing Mu Qiong's words, Zhu Wanwan finally stopped persuading her.

Mu Qiong asked again at this time: "Mother, how much money do you have now?"

"Mother only has twenty copper coins." Zhu Wanwan showed shame, "But don't worry, Qiong Er, there is still a jade pendant on Mother, which should be worth several oceans."

When they returned to Suzhou from Beijing, the original owner's father, Mu Yongxue, gave some property, including hundreds of silver dollars, and a small ingot of gold. In addition, there was still the Mu family's ancestral hall and hundreds of sacrifices in Suzhou. Mother, the three of them live in the ancestral hall, save some flowers, and they can always survive.

Unfortunately, as soon as they arrived in Suzhou, they encountered robbers who robbed them of their belongings. The elders of the clan insisted that the rented rice collected from the sacrificial land rental could only be used for sacrifices and repairs of the ancestral hall, and could not be used for them. It is even more forbidden to live with abandoned women...

Of course, if Mu Qiong and Mu Changyu are willing, they can live in the Mu family's ancestral hall. After all, they are the Mu family.

Before Zhu Wanwan got married, she didn't go out of the door, but after she got married, she was controlled by her mother-in-law. She didn't have any ideas at all, and there was no one in her mother's house. She was so anxious that she burst into tears. It couldn't help but explode.

He had a big fight with the elders of Mu's family, bluntly saying that he doesn't care to stay in Mu's house.

In the end, the family left Suzhou and came to Shanghai.

"Changyu's jade ring is gone?" Mu Qiong immediately grasped the point—they pawned some things in order to settle down, but Zhu Wanwan's jade pendant and the original owner's sister Mu Changyu's jade ring remained.

The guilt on Zhu Wanwan's face grew stronger: "It's already a classic."

They have been in Shanghai for more than a month.

After the marriage failed, the mother and son could only pawn their clothes and Zhu Wanwan's pair of silver bracelets in exchange for five silver dollars, but they were renting a house and buying medicine for the original owner, even though Zhu Wanwan found some work to do, The money ran out quickly, and in desperation, he pawned off Mu Changyu's jade ring.

In the end, only the jade pendant that Zhu Wanwan wore as a child was left. This jade pendant is not worth much, and it is very good to be able to pawn two silver dollars.

Mu Qiong felt a little difficult.

According to the memory of the original owner, it is the early years of the Republic of China, and prices are fairly stable. One silver dollar can be exchanged for 120 copper dollars, not counting the rent and just eating enough. Three or four copper dollars are enough for their family's daily expenses.

But the entire property of the family of three is only twenty copper dollars plus a worthless jade pendant, which...

He has used Mu Changqiong's body, so he must take good care of his mother and sister for him, and he must live on. If so, he must have money... Mu Qiong began to think about ways to make money.