Literary Heroes of the Republic of China

After Mu Qiong left the editorial department of Dazhong Daily, he went home directly.

It took a lot of time to go back and forth on the road, and it was four or five in the afternoon when he got home.

These days, ordinary people live their lives without looking at the time and looking at the sun. When it is dark, it is time to have dinner. If it is dark and early today... When he came home, it was just in time for everyone to cook.

For the lean meat left over at noon, Zhu Wanwan used it to braise it with tofu. In addition, she also made an appetizing bowl of pickled vegetable soup.

That's right, pickles again...who makes it cheap and tasty?

In fact, Zhu Wanwan is already pretty good, and she is willing to toss the pickles in different ways... These days, there are many things that buy pickles and steam them all in a pot, and then the family eats four or five bowls of pickles for several days in a row.

Mu Qiong must have been tired of eating such a few dishes after coming and going, but now he is always hungry, so naturally everything tastes delicious.

He cooked another three bowls of rice, then gave lectures to Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu first, and then began to copy the novels he wrote.

He copied [-] words and couldn't continue. The desks and chairs were too uncomfortable, and the lighting was too dim. After writing, his eyes were a little dazzled. When he realized that going on like this might damage his eyes, Mu Qiong immediately went to bed. I stopped writing.

The next morning, Mu Qiong copied the remaining [-] characters, put the manuscript paper away in his arms, and then took the tram to the concession.

Today he couldn't get on the tram as soon as he arrived at the tram stop, and it was already late when he arrived at the concession, so he didn't go to the Dazhong Daily editorial office to deliver the manuscript, but went directly to the western restaurant.

It was past nine o'clock when he arrived at the western restaurant. The western restaurant had already opened, and Li Guangming was wearing a suit at the door to solicit business.

Some people sat in the restaurant eating tonkatsu. It was much more lively than when Mu Qiong first came, but compared with the day before yesterday, the business of the western restaurant was significantly worse, especially the number of people buying hamburgers was getting less and less .

"Xiao Mu, you're here." Boss Chen beckoned Mu Qiong to pass, then pointed to a middle-aged man beside Mu Qiong whom Mu Qiong didn't know, and said, "Come and get to know him, this is my friend named Zhang Qi, and he will be our friend from now on." The proprietor of the restaurant."

"Hello shopkeeper." Mu Qiong greeted with a smile.

"This is Mu Qiong, I told you." Boss Chen introduced Mu Qiong to shopkeeper Zhang.

"Hello." Shopkeeper Zhang bowed to Mu Qiong. His accent was exactly the same as Boss Chen's, and he was probably from Cantonese.

"Hello." Mu Qiong quickly followed suit.

After getting to know each other, Boss Chen said to shopkeeper Zhang: "Old Zhang, I will trouble you to watch the store, I will go out for a while."

Shopkeeper Zhang agreed, and Boss Chen said to Mu Qiong again: "Xiao Mu, come out with me!"

Boss Chen took Mu Qiong out and went to the carpenter first.

The table that Mu Qiong wanted was a small white rectangular table, but the carpenter did not have white paint: "This color of paint is only available to foreigners. It is not easy to buy, but a new paint factory has recently opened in the west. I can buy it." Help you to ask."

"Then I'll trouble you." Boss Chen said, "It's really not possible. We don't need white paint."

He kept all the dimensions of the tables needed, and showed the carpenter Mu Qiong's drawing of the counter, or the style of the cash register. After paying the deposit for the carpenter to do it, Boss Chen took Mu Qiong to buy seasonings.

Boss Chen contacted a merchant in advance who also sold medicinal materials and seasonings. From this merchant, Mu Qiong saw all kinds of seasonings, but unfortunately he didn't know most of them.

One thing to celebrate, though, is that he saw cumin at the spice merchant.

At that time, there were few people growing cumin, and the logistics was not well developed, so the price of cumin was relatively expensive compared to other seasonings, but it was available and there was a stable supply of cumin. Whether it was Mu Qiong or Boss Chen, it was very expensive. Satisfied.

As for other seasonings... Anyway, Mu Qiong didn't know anything except chili powder, so he let Boss Chen go to see it by himself.

Boss Chen was very helpless about this: "You can clearly name so many dishes, why don't you know all of them?"

"I used to just eat and didn't remember these things." Mu Qiong said.

Boss Chen glanced at Mu Qiong after hearing this, and became more and more sure that Mu Qiong must have lived in a wealthy family before.

It's a pity, his father is not clear-headed, and he did such a stupid thing as driving the first wife and the eldest son out of the house!

Born in this kind of family, he can still bear his temper and is willing to serve people in his western restaurant... Boss Chen looked at Mu Qiong with more and more amiable eyes: "Xiao Mu, don't forget me when you become prosperous in the future." .”

"Boss, I should say this." Mu Qiong laughed.

Boss Chen smiled and didn't answer.

The two of them ran outside for three or four hours, and they didn't eat until afternoon.

The meal was eaten outside. Boss Chen found a restaurant and ordered a bowl of fried fish noodles for Mu Qiong and himself.

The so-called fried fish is cut into pieces of grass carp or silver carp and deep-fried, then boiled with soy sauce, sugar and other condiments. It tastes very good.

There are braised fish noodles and pickled vegetables. Boss Chen ordered pickled vegetables, but Mu Qiong has eaten a lot of pickled vegetables recently, so he ordered braised ones, and asked the noodle seller to add more noodles.

"Don't add too much. Too much noodles will make it sticky and it won't taste good. You can give him two bowls of noodles. What kind of noodles do you have besides fried fish noodles?" Boss Chen asked the noodle seller.

"Now there are large intestine noodles, pork liver noodles and shredded pork noodles." The noodle seller said humanely.

"Xiao Mu, what do you want to eat?" Boss Chen looked at Mu Qiong: "I was negligent before, and I forgot that you are growing up and have a big appetite."

"Shredded pork noodles." Mu Qiong said, "Thank you boss."

"Thank you for telling me." Boss Chen smiled.

The toppings for the noodles were prepared in advance, and the noodles in Shanghai were all thin noodles, which were cooked quickly, so the two of them ate the noodles without waiting long.

The fried fish noodles are delicious, and the shredded pork noodles are cooked with pickles, and the taste is not bad.

Mu Qiong ate the two bowls of noodles with soup.

At this time, the bowl of noodles is still very real, a soup bowl is full, Boss Chen will be full after eating one bowl, he watched Mu Qiong finish eating, and asked with a smile: "Xiao Mu, do you want another bowl? "

"No need..." Mu Qiong refused, after such two big bowls of noodles, he couldn't eat anything else.

A bowl of fried fish noodles costs four copper dollars, and a bowl of shredded pork noodles costs two copper dollars.

You know, Mu Qiong would have to eat four or five of the egg burgers sold in their store for three copper dollars to get full.

After eating, the two returned to the western restaurant.

In the afternoon when there were few customers, Boss Chen didn't ask Mu Qiong to do the work, instead he asked Mu Qiong to draw the blueprints - when the time came, Mu Qiong would also ask Mu Qiong to decorate it on the wall of the attic.

Mu Qiong just found a table to draw pictures.

He was halfway through the painting when Li Guangming came over: "Brother Mu, I have something to ask you." Xiao Wang kept calling Mu Qiong, Brother Mu, and those people followed him, so that in the whole restaurant, apart from Mr. Shopkeeper Zhang came, and everyone called Mu Qiong Mu Ge.

"Ask what?" Mu Qiong looked at Li Guangming curiously.

"Brother Mu, is Boss Chen going to sell this store to shopkeeper Zhang? Will he not let us work here?" Li Guangming was worried: "You know, the business in the store has been bad these two days. There's nothing to do..."

"Nothing. Don't worry, this store will continue to open well, and Boss Chen will not let you do it." Mu Qiong said.

With Mu Qiong's words, Li Guangming relaxed a lot: "Brother Mu, thank you!"

"You're welcome." Mu Qiong smiled.

"I won't bother you anymore..." Li Guangming said to Mu Qiong, and suddenly thought of something, he amplified his voice and said to Boss Chen who was counting money at the counter: "Boss, I heard that painting and writing should be quiet. There is a middle school student who doesn’t speak loudly at home... Boss, hasn’t the upstairs been cleaned up? Why don’t you let Brother Mu go upstairs to paint.”

"That's fine." Boss Chen agreed, and said again: "Li Guangming, go to work quickly, don't use other people as favors all day long!"

Li Guangming chuckled and ran to the door.

Boss Chen drove Li Guangming away, and said to Mu Qiong, "Xiao Mu, the upstairs has been tidied up, and there are still some furniture left there by the original owner. Go up and draw the blueprints, it's clean."

There were a lot of people coming and going in the restaurant, and guests came to see Mu Qiong's drawings from time to time. Mu Qiong was not used to it. Now that he heard what Boss Chen said, he immediately agreed.

Holding a pen and paper, Mu Qiong carefully climbed up the ladder and entered the attic, and then found that after cleaning, it was even better than he imagined.

The attic is very big, because there is a skylight on it and the glass is installed, it is quite bright.As Boss Chen said, there are some furniture here, including a bed, a wardrobe, a box, plus a desk and a chair.

Boss Chen bought this house from someone else, and the previous owner probably turned the attic into a bedroom.

Although the table and chairs are old, they are still usable. After Mu Qiong sat down at the table and put away the pen and paper, he suddenly thought of something.

His drawings are not accurate, so he doesn't need much time, so he will have a lot of free time... Mu Qiong thought for a while, and began to write his own novel on the white paper.

After Jiang Zhenguo came to Europe, he found that the people here looked down on and discriminated against the Chinese.

He is an overseas student, and they treat him better. Some Chinese laborers who came here through various channels clearly live at the bottom of society.

Of course, although their attitude towards him was better, it was not much better. Because of the high prices in Europe and the lack of money he brought, he decided to go out to work, but no one wanted him at all.

One of his friends found a suitable job by pretending to be Japanese.

Jiang Zhenguo felt very sad, and at the same time, he was unwilling to succumb to reality.

He was lucky, and finally found a part-time job helping a farmer harvest vegetables. After finishing that part-time job, because he worked so hard, the farmer introduced him to other jobs...

When Jiang Zhenguo was in China, although his family background was not very good, it was actually not bad. If not, he would not have been able to pass the entrance examination for government-funded international students.

You should know that to take the test for international students with public funds, in addition to the basic requirements of "strong body, pure temperament, perfect appearance, and clean net worth", candidates are also required to be proficient in Chinese and English.

Then came the exam, which lasted seven or eight days. First, Chinese, English, and the history and geography of the country were tested, and then physics, chemistry, algebra, geometry, foreign history, and foreign geography were tested.

Jiang Zhenguo was able to pass such an exam, no doubt he had received education since he was a child, and the quality of the education he received was very good.Therefore, when he was in China, he was also a young master who did not stick to the spring water.

But here, he does everything.

Of course, he must not forget to study.

He spent almost all of his free time studying, and every time he borrowed a book from the library, he would copy it all down... even if he didn't know some of the words.

Unknowingly, Mu Qiong actually wrote two thousand words, and also thought out the plot behind it.

A good working environment can really improve work efficiency a lot.

He put down his pen and slowed down, and began to draw drawings.

By the time it got dark, Mu Qiong had drawn quite a few designs.

He climbed down the stairs, gave the drawings he drew to Boss Chen, and said, "Boss, I'm sorry, I didn't keep drawing upstairs...I wrote something."

"Are you writing articles upstairs?" Boss Chen asked.

Mu Qiong nodded.

"It's okay, you can write." Boss Chen said: "I don't think you will last long with me... I just hope that you will have a bright future and remember me."