Literary Heroes of the Republic of China

Mu Qiong took Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu to eat buns and soy milk. After eating, he sent Mu Changyu to school first, and then went to the orphanage with Zhu Wanwan.

Among the children who were just sent yesterday, those who are in better condition have already put on the new clothes given to them by the orphanage and are eating breakfast.

Jin Huailai didn't dare to feed these children greasy things, and only gave them porridge, with a few eggs beaten into the porridge.

These children drank bowl after bowl, and people were amazed that their stomachs could hold so much food.

At the same time, seeing them holding the porridge bowls with twisted hands, and seeing their missing ears and noses, Moo-joon couldn't help but feel sad.

"How is that child...?" Mu Qiong asked about the most seriously injured child.

"It's okay, but I haven't woken up yet." Jin Huailai said.

When the child was brought in yesterday, the police insisted that he would die, and asked Jin Huailai if he would throw it away for him...

Although the child has not yet woken up, as long as he is alive, it is a good thing.

"It's fine." Mu Qiong breathed a sigh of relief.

He had seen a lot of death, but he still didn't want to see it again.

"Yes..." Jin Huailai smiled wryly.

"These children's arms and legs...do you want to send them to the hospital?" Mu Qiong looked at the children with twisted hands and feet again. It would cost a lot of money to treat these children, and Huo Ershao didn't know whether he wanted to willing.

Jin Huailai said: "Yes, I plan to send them to have a look later."

"I know a good clinic, you can send it there." Mu Qiong said: "Their price is also fair."

Mu Qiong mentioned a clinic, which was the clinic where Fu Yun'an did the free clinic.

Jin Huailai laughed and said, "What a coincidence, I chose this clinic!"

They haven't recruited female workers for the time being, but Jin Huailai has found a few soldiers around Huo Ershao to help, and Mu Qiong doesn't need to worry about sending those children to the hospital.

As for the remaining matters in the orphanage, Zhu Wanwan can take care of them.

Mu Qiong told Zhu Wanwan about the various regulations of the orphanage, and then left the orphanage.

He first put the letter he wrote last night into the mailbox before returning to Ping An Middle School.

He only had two classes a day in Ping'an Middle School, but he still had some free time, but this day, he never went to the orphanage again.

He wanted Zhu Wanwan to try and see if she could do well.

Zhu Wanwan did a great job.

Except for coming to Ping'an Middle School to help make lunch at noon, she stayed at the orphanage for the rest of the time. She came to Ping'an Middle School to make dinner until Mu Changyu finished school. It was also at this time that Mu Qiong was free to follow She talked - at noon, she left after cooking, and Mu Qiong only saw her back.

Zhu Wanwan must be very tired after a busy day, but she is in a good state of mind.

Since coming to Ping An Middle School, she has become more and more energetic.

From Zhu Wanwan's mouth, Mu Qiong learned that the most injured child woke up once, had eaten something, and should be able to survive, while the other children had already returned from the clinic.

Zhu Wanwan talked a lot, and then said: "Qiong'er, I have to teach those children to read at night, why don't you go home first!"

Mu Qiong said: "Mother, I'll go there with you. When I go home, I just write articles. It's the same when I write over there."

After all, Zhu Wanwan is a woman, and Mu Qiong is worried that she will go home alone at night.

Zhu Wanwan did not refuse, and the three of them went to the orphanage together.

The newly arrived children with twisted hands and feet had their crooked bones re-broken, and then their hands and feet were straightened and fixed with wooden bandages.

They are still young, their bones grow fast, and their hands and feet can grow back in the future. Of course, some problems such as sore hands and feet on rainy days are inevitable.

These people have already suffered a great crime at a young age.But she is also very well-behaved, even if the pain makes her cry, she doesn't complain.

Mu Changyu couldn't help crying, but they said instead: "Sister, we don't hurt."

After seeing these children, Zhu Wanwan went to teach other children. Mu Qiong sat at the end of the classroom and listened to Zhu Wanwan's lecture, and after listening...he found that Zhu Wanwan's speech was very good.

Moreover, Zhu Wanwan was unexpectedly patient.

A few of these children were bright, but most were not, and some were so stupid that they had to be told many times about very simple things before they could understand them.

Facing such a child, Mu Qiong felt that she might not have the patience to keep talking, but Zhu Wanwan was different, she could say it over and over again tirelessly.

"Mother, your lectures are very good." Mu Qiong said to Zhu Wanwan when Zhu Wanwan asked the child to practice calligraphy on the sand table with wooden sticks.

"I mainly taught others, and I have experience..." Zhu Wanwan was a little embarrassed.

"Mother, who did you teach?" Mu Qiong didn't know about it, so he was a little curious.

"It's Feng Xiaoya." Zhu Wanwan said.

Mu Qiong understood why Zhu Wanwan was so patient.

On the one hand, this is because of her own personality, on the other hand... it should be because of her teaching Feng Xiaoya.

Feng Xiaoya is not smart, has no foundation at all, and is also very old, so it must be very tiring to teach. With such a student in front of her, these children are naturally nothing to Zhu Wanwan.

Zhu Wanwan first taught these children Chinese, and then began to teach them arithmetic.

These children can now count to one hundred. In addition, most of them can add and subtract within ten.

Zhu Wanwan taught them classes for two hours, and after eight o'clock, the three of them left the orphanage and walked home.

Along the way, Zhu Wanwan asked Mu Qiong several questions.

Every time I pass by a street light, I have to take out a small palm-sized notebook to read a few times and memorize words.

"Mother, why are you working so hard?" Mu Qiong was a little helpless.

"I need to learn more now, otherwise I won't have anything to teach those children in the future." Zhu Wanwan said, she hasn't studied for a year yet, so she is actually a little guilty of asking her to teach those children.

"That's true...Mum, you should study hard." Mu Qiong was very supportive of Zhu Wanwan's behavior, and felt a sense of accomplishment.

He witnessed Zhu Wanwan's transformation with his own eyes, and he believed that Zhu Wanwan would get better and better.

Since May in the Gregorian calendar, Shanghai has been very hot, even wearing short sleeves is necessary. The temperature has risen a lot in the past few days, and it makes people sweat all over their heads if they are not careful.

In fact, many of the rickshaw drivers who pulled the carts had already put on short sleeves, or rolled up their sleeves high, and some even went shirtless—not all of them wore short sleeves.

Mu Qiong sometimes sees them wearing shoes with no shock-absorbing function, bending over to pull the car, running back and forth all day, and worrying about their waists and knees-people who work like this will definitely suffer in their later years .

But soon, he realized that for these people, an old age might be a luxury.

The rickshaw driver can wear short sleeves and be shirtless, but Mu Qiong and his family must not dress indecently.

Therefore, Mu Qiong wore a bamboo cloth gown every day in hot weather, and could only roll up his sleeves when he was in the office or at home.

Zhu Wanwan has been very busy for the next few days. When she comes and goes, her hair is always wet and tanned...

Seeing this, Mu Qiong bought her a fashionable hat for her to wear every day in the future.

"Qiong'er, you are too particular, what's the point of basking in the sun?" Zhu Wanwan said while walking home from the orphanage that night, holding her hat.

"Mother, your face is sunburned and tanned, it's ugly." Mu Qiong said.

"I'm quite old..."

"You want to make yourself ugly?" Moo-joon asks.

Of course not...Zhu Wanwan found that her son was always full of unreasonable things, so she didn't say anything at all.

She couldn't say no to her son anyway.

When the three of them walked through an alley, Mu Qiong asked Zhu Wanwan to wait, then walked to the wooden frame where the government department received letters and looked through it.

He searched a little, and quickly took out a letter from it.

It had been a few days since he had posted the letter, and the reply should have arrived.

"Brother, what is this?" Mu Changyu asked curiously.

Mu Qiong said: "I have correspondence with a somewhat dangerous person. I don't want him to know who I am and where my home is, so let him send a letter here."

Mu Qiong named "Second Young Master Huo" a dangerous person.

Of course, he didn't think Huo Ershao was dangerous, he said this just to find a reason for Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu not to speak out: "You must not tell anyone about my correspondence with others."

Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu nodded again and again, Zhu Wanwan worried: "Qiong'er, such a dangerous person, you should stop contacting him..."

"Mother, it's okay, I have a sense of propriety." Mu Qiong smiled: "I just ask him some things, and I can't provoke him."

Because it was very dark outside, Mu Qiong didn't read Huo Ershao's reply carefully, but as soon as he got home, he took out the letter and looked at the envelope.

On the envelope, it was written carefully, but as for the sender below, it said... Huo An?

Mu Qiong looked at the name with some surprise.

Huo Ershao later returned to Guojian Hospital to build schools, and those hospitals and schools were all named "Huo An".

Most people use their own names to name hospitals or schools, but Huo Ershao has always used such a name... It is precisely because of this that some people think that he did this to pray for the Huo family.

Huo An Huo An, Huo Jiaping.

Even Huo Ershao later explained that it was the name of his younger brother who fell ill and died during the war, but everyone didn't believe it.

After all, there is no record of Huo An in history.

Now, the sender of this letter is Huo An?

Mu Qiong opened the letter, took out a few sheets of paper, and then saw a word that was a bit too correct.

At the beginning of this letter, the person who wrote the letter first introduced himself, saying that he is Huo An, the third young master of the Huo family.Then he said that he read Mu Qiong's previous letters, and he was the one who wanted to find Mu Qiong.

Then, he expressed his admiration for Mu Qiong, and then wrote: "I have made the things recorded in the first letter Mr. wrote to me, but they cannot be mass-produced. Fortunately, There are already plans, and the factory is also under construction..."

After Mu Qiong read the letter, he realized that Huo Ershao built the factory to conceal the fact that he built a pharmaceutical factory...Of course, the letter was very vague.

But he could still guess and understand.

At the same time, he also realized that this Huo Sanshao named "Huo An" was not simple.

And this can be seen from the fact that it was not Huo Ying who wrote him the letter but this Huo An...

Mu Qiong continued to look down.