Literary Heroes of the Republic of China

When Mu Qiong met Jiang Fengming this time, Jiang Fengming's people led the way as usual, and Jiang Fengming changed to a hidden place to meet him.

As soon as he entered, he saw Jiang Fengming playing with a gun. Seeing him coming in, Jiang Fengming threw the gun into the air and caught it again: "This is Luge. It was brought from Germany. It is rare in Shanghai. You can’t find a few. I’ll get you one for 200 yuan.”

"200 yuan is enough?" Mu Qiong was a little surprised. According to Jiang Fengming, this gun is very precious, and the 200 yuan a gun is really cheap.

"Haha, guns are not expensive, but bullets are expensive!" Jiang Fengming laughed and said, "The bullets for this gun must be imported, one hundred rounds cost fifty silver dollars."

This gun is small, it can't be too powerful, and the bullets are hard to find... Those warlords don't want it.

"Can it be cheaper to buy more bullets? I want to practice." Mu Qiong asked. He usually doesn't need many bullets for self-defense, but guns are inaccurate without practice, and he has never had the opportunity to practice before. .

Now... how about you have to practice one or two hundred rounds of bullets?

"No." Jiang Fengming said: "This bullet is not easy to get, but if you want to practice with the gun, you can use other methods first."

Mu Qiong asked: "Does Young Master Jiang have a venue and a gun that can be used for practice?"

"Of course!" Jiang Fengming said.

The Jiang family has a special place for gun training. There are all kinds of guns there, and there are all kinds of targets. Of course, you need to pay for gun training.

I still have something to do today, so I didn't have time to go there, so Mu Qiong asked Jiang Fengming for the address and planned to go there in a few days.

After putting away the gun and [-] rounds of ammunition that he just bought, Mu Qiong was about to leave when Jiang Fengming said again: "Mr. Mu, I have something to tell you. The person who went to the capital to ask your father for a debt is about to come back. "

Jiang Fengming suddenly mentioned Mu Yongxue, Mu Qiong was slightly taken aback, and then realized that Jiang's family had gone to ask for debts for him.

He has a lot of things to do recently, and Jiang Xinchun told him about the follow-up before, so that he almost forgot about this person...

Jiang Fengming was average-looking, with a sleazy air about his body, but he was quite cute when he smiled: "My people have a total of [-] oceans. When they come back, I will send you the money."

The people under his command were in Beijing, so it was a good toss, not only ruined Mu Yongxue's reputation, but also cut off a piece of flesh from Mu Yongxue's body.

"Jiang Shao just donate the money." Mu Qiong said.

The original owner's grandfather was very displeased with Mu Yongxue's behavior of leaving the whole family behind and running away for many years without coming back, and marrying outside without telling his parents. He once said that he would keep all the money in the family to the original owner.

If he was the original owner, Mu Qiong would accept the money with peace of mind.

But he is not.

He was not the original owner, and Mu Changyu changed his name to Zhu Yu.Their family didn't want to have anything to do with Mu Yongxue, so there was no need to take money from the Mu family.

"That's [-] oceans, you really want to donate it." Jiang Fengming was surprised.His father was extremely rich, and the house the Jiang family lived in now, not counting the land underneath, cost hundreds of thousands of building materials alone, and he didn't have to worry about running out of money on weekdays.

He doesn't even need to bring money when he goes out, no matter what he wants to buy, just ask someone to keep an account.

But even so, [-] oceans is not a small amount for him, and he even often sees people willing to sacrifice their lives for dozens of oceans.

Not to mention that he knew Mu Qiong's details and knew that Mu Qiong had no money.

"Donate it." Mu Qiong said, if it wasn't his own money, he wouldn't covet it.

Jiang Fengming said: "You are really generous, but if you want to donate, you should donate yourself. I will send the money to you when the time comes."

Mu Qiong didn't object, but just remembered one more thing: "Jiang Shao, don't treat your brothers who are helping with things badly." Jiang Fengming's people followed Mu Yongxue to Beijing. Not a lot.

"Don't worry, the people under my command will not treat you badly." Jiang Fengming said, they got more than [-] yuan, and the rest will naturally be divided among themselves.

When Jiang Fengming told Mu Qiong about this, Jiang Fengming's subordinates were already on their way back.

After they got the money in Beijing, they deposited it in a bank with shops in Beijing and Shanghai. The bank had already sent a telegram to inform Shanghai, so that when they arrived in Shanghai, they could directly withdraw the money. Fifty thousand oceans.

And right now, they were eating roasted pig's feet on the train.

When the train stopped at the station, they bought this roasted pig's trotter with the people who peddled food on the platform, and they bought it together, as well as rice wine and other things, and they chatted while eating.

"Those scholars are really incomprehensible. It's fine to pursue freedom and equality, and they don't want any sons."

"But he's doing it on his own."

"Oh, if only I had such a good son..."

"You think too much! Can you raise such a good son?"

"It doesn't necessarily mean that I can't raise them! I will make money in the future, and I will definitely use it to educate my children!"

"You don't have a son yet!"

……

These people were talking about Mu Yongxue, and Mu Yongxue, who was being talked about by them, was staying at his residence in Beijing with a livid face.

Just a few days ago, his nemesis, along with some new-school folks, had introduced punctuation.

This punctuation was resisted by those who have always adhered to the tradition, but the vast majority of people like punctuation. Newspaper offices and bookstores in Beijing have now begun to burn various types of punctuation, which are ready to be used in the future.

Mu Yongxue's opponent became famous because of this, and his position was moved up.

Mu Yongxue is just the opposite. He has almost become a joke in Beijing recently.

"Yongxue, the charcoal at home is gone, and I have to buy new year's goods..." Lu Qitong came to Mu Yongxue and said in a low voice.

Mu Yongxue looked at Lu Qitong with a cold face: "Do you still have the face to ask me for money?"

Mu Yongxue was going to be furious!

Those gangsters who followed him to Beijing asked him for [-] yuan at first, and then added more and more, and they even asked him for [-] yuan!

Forget it, they also published everywhere that Lou Yuyu was his son, which made him lose face.

Mu Yongxue didn't want to give money at first, but what he didn't expect was that these people had connections with big shots in Beijing, and he had nothing to do with them.

At that time, he was sure of one thing—these people probably weren't provoked by that gangster, these people... As Lu Qitong said, they should have been recruited by his son.

He hated his son very much, but Beijing and Shanghai were far away, so he had nothing to do with Mu Qiong!

Those people wandered around him all day long, and lived in their homes... In desperation, he finally decided to spend money to eliminate the disaster.

He can't do it otherwise. If this goes on, maybe the money he has to pay back will become [-].

Although Mu Yongxue didn't care about business these years, he still knew a little about his family's money. He knew that his family had about [-] yuan in assets.

Although it hurts his heart to give out [-], it won't make him unable to live in the future...

After all, his annual salary is two to three thousand.

Mu Yongxue agreed to give those people 5 yuan.

After he and Lu Qitong got the inheritance left by his father, they used the money to buy real estate. If they wanted to raise [-] yuan, they had to sell some properties at a low price.

However, real estate in Beijing is not easy to sell at the moment.

The government changed again and again, and the city of Beijing was always fighting, so many people moved out. Beijing, which used to be extremely prosperous, now has more houses and fewer houses.

But if you sell it urgently... you can't even sell it at a price!

Mu Yongxue was eager to get rid of those people, and in the end the real estate worth more than 6 yuan was only sold for more than 5 yuan.

Fortunately, after he gave the money away, those people finally stopped making troubles, and even disappeared from his life.

But things didn't end there.

After Mu Yongxue got rid of these people, he suddenly noticed something was wrong—his assets seemed to have decreased a lot!

His salary is quite high, which is more than enough to meet the family's expenses, and the money he brought from his hometown in Suzhou is also rich for renting out after buying a property. Logically, his net worth should be over [-], but in reality superior……

After he gave out the fifty thousand, there was no money left!

All his money was taken away by Lu Qitong! ?

Mu Yongxue has always cared about money, and let Lu Qitong handle all the affairs of the family, but this does not mean that he suddenly lost tens of thousands of yuan, and he can be reconciled.

Mu Yongxue had a big fight with Lu Qitong and asked Lu Qitong to take out the money, but Lu Qitong refused to take it out, insisting that the money had already been spent.

Mu Yongxue now hates Lu Qitong so much.

As it turned out, Lu Qitong even asked him for money.

"Yongxue..." Lu Qitong cried.

"Did you give that money to your brother?" Mu Yongxue asked again.

Lu Qitong kept crying, but refused to admit it.

Mu Yong was so angry that he had learned from others, and he really had no choice but to leave with a flick of his sleeves in the end.

Lu Qitong was crying a lot, but when he left, she wiped her eyes and stopped crying.

She did give some of the money to her natal family, but not all of it, and she still had 3 yuan in her hands.

But she will not give the money to Mu Yongxue.

She is not young, and it is not easy to marry away from Mu Yongxue. She is also reluctant to leave her three children behind, so she can only stay with Mu Yongxue.

But she can't make Mu Yongxue rich!

Mu Yongxue's reputation is not good now, he can't write poems that can deceive little girls, and he is not young... As long as he has no money, he can't give birth to any fancy things.

When she coaxes him well, he can still make money to support the family.

So she must hold the money in her hands.

Lu Qitong also liked Mu Yongxue in her early years, but at this age, she only thinks about money.

She looked at Mu Yongxue's back coldly, and went to find her children - Mu Yongxue was ashamed, and her children were also ashamed, and she was going to comfort them.

While Lu Qitong was comforting his children, Mu Yongxue went outside.

The winter in Beijing is extremely cold. After blowing for a while, he couldn't take it anymore, so he went into a nearby bookstore.

There were quite a few people crowded in the bookstore, and some people who looked like students were flipping through books.

"This "Wandering Story" is really a good book. Read more and let us know what the common people are thinking."

"I think reading this book can help me learn a lot. Doudou's living environment is so bad, and she is still studying hard, how can we slack off?"

"I have always agreed with Lou Yuyu's thoughts, and in this "Wandering", he wrote a lot of views, such as Doudou's insistence that everyone is equal."

……

When Mu Yongxue heard this, his face darkened immediately.

But at this time, some women came to buy "Wanderings".

These women are all young ladies from rich families, so they won't stare at the connotation, but only whether the story is good or not.

"Lou Yuyu's "Study Abroad" and "Seeking a Doctor" are very good, and this "Wandering" is also very good, you must buy it and read it!"

"The peas inside are so cute!"

"It's also great to buy this book and read it to the children at home. My nephew has always been a picky eater, but since reading this book, he is no longer picky."

"I think we are the ones who should read the most. Mr. Lou Yuyu's books always inspire women to be self-reliant."

"Yeah...he really feels pity for women."

……

Mu Yongxue couldn't stay any longer, but at this time, those women even talked about him: "Mr. Lou Yuyu's behavior is also related to his background... His father is really confused."

"Yes! Fortunately, sir, he has the ability."

"Sir's mother is also worthy of admiration."

"I heard that Mr. Lou Yuyu hasn't married yet..."

"You're blushing! Don't you like sir?"

"Don't you like it?"

……

The girls blushed and laughed, Mu Yongxue flicked his sleeves and left the bookstore directly.

It was bitterly cold outside, but in his opinion, it was better than staying inside.

After taking a few deep breaths, he finally sat down at a mutton soup restaurant and ordered a cage of mutton siu mai and a bowl of mutton soup.

As a result, he was eating when he heard someone beside him say, "Have you heard about Lou Yuyu?"

"I heard about it. It is said that he was studying in Beijing before and was driven away by his father."

"Yes! I really don't know what his father thinks."

"Now his father must regret it to death..."

……

Mu Yongxue couldn't eat anymore, so he had to leave again.

People in the streets and alleys regard his affairs as a topic of conversation, and his colleagues and friends don't know what to say about him...

Mu Yongxue has always been concerned about saving face, and these days he doesn't want to go out except for work.

Speaking of it, it is not uncommon for him to divorce his previous wife who was married because of an arranged marriage after meeting a woman who has a common language.

Those people made fun of him, mostly because they made fun of him for driving away such an outstanding son.

What's even more ridiculous is that he kept telling people he knew that this son was stupid...

All of this was Lu Qitong's fault, it was Lu Qitong who deceived him!

Thinking of this, Mu Yongxue became even more annoyed, and even more dissatisfied with Lu Qitong.

He didn't want to go home, and ended up in a dance hall.

He has just paid his salary, so he has money in hand.

Mu Qiong didn't know about the Beijing affairs. After he left Jiang Fengming's place, he went directly to Ping An Hospital.

"Yun'an, I bought a gun!" Mu Qiong smiled and showed Fu Yun'an the gun he brought: "I have to practice guns tomorrow, do you want to go with me?"

"I have several patients tomorrow." Fu Yun'an politely refused.

Mu Qiong obviously has never played with guns and knows nothing about guns, but his marksmanship is actually very good.

This is a gun that Mu Qiong regards as a rare item. He has played with it a few years ago, and it is very smooth to disassemble and assemble.

He concealed something from Mu Qiong, but he didn't want to deceive Mu Qiong, and he didn't want to pretend that he didn't know how to use a gun to accompany Mu Qiong to practice.

"Yunan, you..." Mu Qiong looked at Fu Yunan disapprovingly.

This is a troubled time, and there are still means of self-protection. Fu Yun'an's behavior is really worrying.

He can only work harder and practice more.

"I'm going to see the place where the plague happened in the afternoon, do you want to go?" Fu Yun'an changed the subject.

Today is Mu Qiong's birthday, Mu Qiong invited him to dinner, but it was at night, and it's only noon now.

"Okay." Mu Qiong agreed.

He had seen the miserable conditions of those patients at the beginning. Although he learned that Huo Ying had arranged all those patients, he still wanted to go and have a look.

The two went there in a rickshaw together, but they didn't take the road they had passed through the shanty town before—the rickshaw driver took them around, and then came to a very lively open space.

Mu Qiong looked at the shanty town not far away, and then at this open space, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

Without him, this place looks really out of place with that shanty town.

The land here has been leveled, and some simple houses have been built on it, and in this house, there are well-dressed people sitting there.

Forget it, there are still some vendors selling all kinds of food here, and the crowds are extremely lively.

"What's going on here?" Mu Qiong asked the rickshaw driver.

"Sir, these days, there are many people who come to see those infected with the plague. They gather here and don't leave. Gradually, some people come here to sell things, and more and more people come here to sell things." The rickshaw driver said. Said: "In the past two days, people in the neighborhood have come here to buy New Year's goods."

After the rickshaw driver said this, Mu Qiong discovered that there were people selling salted fish, kelp, dried bamboo shoots and other New Year's goods here, and it had almost become a big market.

All of this... is a bit unexpected.

"Doctor Fu, this way!" At this moment, someone called Fu Yun'an.

Mu Qiong and Fu Yun'an looked over together, and saw Shao Zhongping.

Shao Zhongping stayed in a shed not far away, with a plate of peanuts and melon seeds in front of him, and a cup of black tea, looking very pleasant.

When Fu Yun'an and Mu Qiong passed by, Shao Zhongping said, "Doctor Fu, how is your health?"

"I'm ready." Fu Yun'an said.

"Doctor Fu is fine, I don't know who it is, but his heart is so vicious!" Shao Zhongping said angrily.

"It should be that someone knew the news about Xilin and wanted Major General Huo Er to take it out... This plague is probably man-made." Fu Yun'an said.

"What?" Shao Zhongping was startled.

Although the plague did not cause too many casualties because of Huo Ying's intervention, it was still a plague!

Moreover, although some patients did not die, they still left sequelae.

He has been very uncomfortable. Not only has he been doing free clinics here these days, but he has also donated a lot of medicine... Now someone told him that the plague was man-made?

"I'm just guessing, I'm not sure." Fu Yun'an said.

Shao Zhongping's face was gloomy: "Doctor Fu, who do you think did it?"

"Mr. Shao should have guessed something." Fu Yun'an said.

After listening to Fu Yun'an's story, Shao Zhongping really had some guesses.

Judging from the clues obtained before, Britain and France probably knew about the existence of Xilin a long time ago, and Huo Ershao might have sold some to them, but Japan... Huo Ershao has a grudge against Japan, so he must not have Xilin For the Japanese, maybe even blocked the news from the Japanese!

Then those Japanese tossed out a plague to test?

These damned Japanese!

During Shao Zhongping's stay in Japan, he met many people. Many of these people were close to Japan, including himself, who originally had a good impression of Japan.

But now...he planned to talk to those deceived people after he went back.

Shao Zhongping left Mu Qiong and Fu Yun'an to talk.

Not only did he order tea for the two of them, but he even bought some steaming bowls of wontons for delivery.

The food bought here is not only a variety of portable snacks, but also someone brought a coal stove to cook wontons for sale, which is also very powerful.

In winter, it is very comfortable to eat a bowl of hot wontons, and when they are eating, they can see people coming here for treatment from time to time - the medical team sent by Huo Ying also stays here, just in the In the largest shed next to it.

Whenever someone needs medical treatment, they will go there.

The people who came were basically packed tightly, Mu Qiong took a few glances and stopped, but Fu Yun'an was taken by Shao Zhongping to observe the usage of Xilin.

A skin test is required for the injection of Xilin, which is what the doctors here are talking about. After all, there has never been such a thing to try before taking the medicine.

In the original history, penicillin has been used for a long time before someone discovered that some people would die due to penicillin allergy... Before this was discovered, everyone thought that those who died from allergies died because of their original illness ...

When Fu Yun'an and Shao Zhongping were studying Xilin together, Mu Qiong went to see those patients.

Most of the people who got sick this time were children.

The children in the shantytowns live a better life than those wandering on the roadside, but not much better. They are all skinny and timid.

In his previous life, Mu Qiong had seen some pictures of impoverished children in Africa, and the children in front of him were actually like this, many of them were covered with skin and bones.

Their hair was crawling with lice, their nails were black, and their ears were thick with dirt...

Looking at these children, Mu Qiong felt a little uncomfortable.

These people will grow up, but they will not have the opportunity to receive education, and they will have to struggle to survive just like their parents. It is even difficult for them to survive—there will be wars in the future, and they may not be able to survive the wars.

Don't say anything else, just say that Japan will attack Shanghai in the future...

At that time, the reason why Wei Ting wanted to spend all his wealth to save people to the concession was because outside the concession, it was like a purgatory.

At that time, if there were more people who helped others, if there were more people who resisted...

Mu Qiong suddenly thought of what he was about to get, the 5 yuan he got from Mu Yongxue.

Wei Ting has always felt that universities should be built to train high-end talents, because their country is particularly short of talents in this field, but he has never thought so.

He has always felt that basic education is the most important thing.

The more people who receive basic education, the more opportunities to develop talents, and the more people can understand things.

The orphanage is actually not short of money now, maybe... he can use the money to set up a primary school?

Of course, this matter is very troublesome, and it will not be done for a while.