Literary Heroes of the Republic of China

Mu Qiong woke up in the sunlight shining on the bed through the glass window.

In the late Qing Dynasty, there were already glass factories in Shanghai. After that, glass windows became popular in every house built.

Before they were in Yao's house, they lived in a side room with papered windows, but here it is different, both bedrooms are equipped with glass windows.

Mu Qiong thought about getting a curtain to cover the window, otherwise it would be too dazzling... But he soon realized that it was unnecessary.

People in their family get up early.

When Mu Qiong went downstairs, she found that Zhu Wanwan had already cooked porridge.

"Qiong'er, you can have porridge now." Zhu Wanwan said as she lifted the lid of the pot to scoop up the porridge for Mu Qiong.

The porridge was boiled very viscous, and when it cooled, there was a thick layer of rice oil floating on it. Mu Qiong drank it in one go...four bowls.

After finishing the porridge, Mu Qiong said, "Mother, Changyu, let me take you for a walk around."

Mu Qiong took Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu for a walk around the neighborhood.

There are so many people living here that by a nearby river, farmers often sell the vegetables they grow at home, and the price is quite cheap.

Of course, the cheapness of vegetables probably has something to do with the cold weather.

Here in Shanghai, it is too hot in summer, many vegetables do not grow well, and there are few kinds of vegetables that can be eaten. In autumn, there are green vegetables, radishes, lettuce, garlic and so on.

Of course, when it is coldest, there are fewer types of vegetables, but there is no shortage of green vegetables and radishes.

The green vegetables and radishes beaten by frost are still very sweet.

"Mother, from now on, you will come here every day to buy some fresh vegetables, so don't eat pickles at home," Mu Qiong said.

"Vegetables don't taste good without oil, but pickles are cheap and delicious, why don't you eat pickles?" Zhu Wanwan was puzzled.

At this time, people don't have the idea that pickles are unhealthy. Mu Qiong said: "It's not that pickled things are unhealthy, but eating too much is not good, and it will shorten your life."

"Is there such a thing?" Zhu Wanwan was taken aback.

"Yes." Mu Qiong said with certainty.

"After that, I won't eat pickled food." Zhu Wanwan herself doesn't care about short life, but she doesn't want her children to have short life.

"It's okay to eat less." Mu Qiong smiled and bought fifteen eggs from an egg farmer for a dime.

Because there are no farms, eggs are quite expensive at this time. These eggs are small, and you can buy fifteen for a dime.

Then, he bought green vegetables and lettuce, weighed a few catties of soybeans, and cut some pork at the nearby meat stand.

All kinds of things cost another two cents.

But today is the first day of moving to a new house, so it's time to eat well.

After shopping, at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, Mu Qiong greeted Zhu Wanwan and went out.

Before going out, he folded a paper bag out of newspaper and took it with him.

Mu Qiong went to the western restaurant first.

He also didn't go to a western restaurant for a day, everything there is still familiar, but there are some differences.

Mu Qiong found that the staff of the western restaurant, including the always lively Li Guangming, all looked trembling. In the past, when Li Guangming saw him, he would definitely come over to say hello to him, but today Li Guangming only took one look at him. Then he greeted the people on the street with his very unproficient English and attracted guests.

Mu Qiong was a little puzzled, but seeing Boss Chen with red eyes, he guessed the reason.

Li Guangming and the others probably saw that Boss Chen's complexion was not very good, so they looked like this.

"Uncle Chen, what's the matter?" Mu Qiong asked worriedly.

"I'm fine, I just heard a story, and I feel a little uncomfortable." Boss Chen said, pointing to the Dazhong newspaper spread out on the counter: "Xiao Mu, this story is very well written, you should read it too. You can also take the exam for the Geng fund to study abroad.”

Mu Qiong looked at the counter and happened to see the novel he wrote.

"My son also went to study abroad. Like this Jiang Zhenguo, he wants our country to get better..." Boss Chen said: "He must have suffered when he is outside."

"I believe Brother Chen will overcome all difficulties." Mu Qiong said.

"That's right, my son is very smart. When he was young, my restaurant just opened and there were no customers, so he would call at the door to let people come to eat..." Boss Chen boasted about his son's spirit. The head is also good.

Mu Qiong listened carefully.

Boss Chen talked for a long time, and smiled embarrassedly: "I've talked too much... Sigh! Let's talk about this novel, Xiao Mu, you must read it."

"Uncle Chen, I've already read it." Mu Qiong smiled.

He wanted to tell Boss Chen that he wrote the novel, but Boss Chen's reaction was so strong that Mu Qiong was embarrassed to say so.

He chatted with Boss Chen for a few more words, and saw that there was nothing in the western restaurant that needed his help, so he said goodbye and left. Before leaving, he also asked Boss Chen about Ping An Middle School.

"Ping'an Middle School, it's not far from here. It's a very good school." Boss Chen has lived here for many years and knows Ping'an Middle School quite well.

Ping An Middle School is located in the concession, and it is one of the cheapest middle schools in the concession.

These days, many elementary schools are informal, and the teachers they find are not very literate, so the fees are cheap, but this is not the case in middle schools. Teachers in middle schools must have real talents no matter what.

That being the case, the cost of the school is high, and the tuition fee is naturally impossible to be cheap, but the tuition fee of Ping An Middle School is only 16 yuan per semester, which is extremely low.

And this is mainly because the principal of the middle school is posting money in it himself.

Of course, it is not easy to get into such a middle school... Ping An Middle School only accepts about a hundred students a year, and they have to pass the exam to get in.

The facilities of this school are the worst in the concession, and the teachers are not very good. The only advantage is that the tuition is cheap. Therefore, although there are many students who come to take the exam, they are all from ordinary families, and the students inside are generally poor.

"Xiao Mu, if you want to study in this school, you can take the exam." Boss Chen said.

"I don't want to study, but a friend of mine is studying over there." Mu Qiong said.

Boss Chen talked about Ping An Middle School very well, and said that he could only enter through the exam, but according to that brat in Huai'an, it was his brother who pushed him into the school...

Of course, this is not surprising.

There is always a back door for such a private school.

Mu Qiong walked to Ping'an Middle School according to the address given by Boss Chen. On the way, he stopped a newsboy and bought a Dazhong newspaper.

"How is Dazhong Daily doing today?" the newsboy asked when paying the bill.

"The sale is very good! I'm almost sold out, and I'm going to get some more." The newsboy said with a smile: "Everyone buys newspapers to read the stories of the overseas students on them. Sir, you should read it too!"

"En." Mu Qiong agreed, feeling particularly good.

Holding the Dazhong newspaper all the way to the gate of Ping'an Middle School, Mu Qiong saw a circle of old walls, and inside the walls, there were a few old buildings that were occupied by some withered creepers.

Looking at the style of this building, I am afraid that it used to be the ancestral hall of a rich family... In ancient times, the rich families had the habit of building ancestral halls, and many of them built their own ancestral halls to be large and beautiful, but the world has changed rapidly. The family fell down accidentally, and the ancestral hall was taken away by others and used for other purposes.

When Mu Qiong passed by, classes were in progress and the school gate was closed.

But in the small room at the door, which was used as a porter's office, sat a lame old man, boiling water with a coal stove.

"Hi old man, I'm here to deliver something to Huai'an, can you please give it to him?" Mu Qiong asked.

"Huian?" the old man asked.

Mu Qiong said: "Hui'an, the one everyone calls Brother Huai."

"Talk to him! All right, you put the thing down, I'll give it to him later."

Mu Qiong thanked him, took out the newspaper bag he was carrying when he came out of the house, and gave it to the old man.

He put down his things and left. At this time, at the end of a classroom in Ping An Middle School, Fu Huai'an was secretly reading a newspaper in his book.

The newspaper was Dazhong Daily, and what he read was "Study Abroad" published on it.

Fu Huai'an is a die-hard fan of Mr. Wenda's books, and he likes the stories of happiness and hatred written by Mr. Wenda the most. When he reads Dazhong Daily, he usually only reads the serialized novels of Mr. Wenda, and is not interested in other contents.

But "Study Abroad" is different.

He didn't know what was going on, but after he read this story for a while in the editorial department of Dazhong Daily, he couldn't help thinking about it...but the people in the editorial department of Dazhong Daily didn't show it to him.

Because of this, he was very excited when he saw Mu Qiong yesterday, and pestered Mu Qiong to give him the manuscript.

However, he didn't get the manuscript yesterday, but he saw the novel in Dazhong Daily today.

Fu Huai'an watched it several times from beginning to end, but his heart was still surging.

He felt as if he had become Jiang Zhenguo... He also wanted to go abroad and make a career out of it. He believed that if he had such an opportunity, he would definitely be no worse than his brothers.

Thinking of this, Fu Huai'an missed another class.

After class, Fu Huai'an rushed out, faster than anyone else.

When he arrived in the yard, he also began to look around outside the school.

He came home late yesterday and was starved by his brother again, but as long as he thought that Mu Qiong would send the manuscript of "Study Abroad" today, he felt that it was all worth it.

Isn't it just hungry?When Jiang Zhenguo was on the boat, he couldn't afford the expensive food on the boat, so he was still hungry?

Jiang Zhenguo said that if the heavens send a great mission to the people, they will surely starve their bodies, exhaust their muscles and bones, and leave their bodies empty!

"Brother Huai, wait a minute." Fu Huai'an's younger brother ran out, "Brother Huai, the "Study Abroad" you mentioned is really good. I will definitely study abroad in the future."

"Okay, then we will go together!" Fu Huai'an said.

"Brother Huai, I really want to read the latter part now, but it won't be published until two days later in the newspaper... Brother Huai, will Mu Qiong really bring the later version?"

"It will definitely." Fu Huai'an patted his chest and said, "But we can just see it ourselves, and we can't let others see it."

"Brother Huai, don't worry, whoever leaks out at that time, we will kick him out of our Qinghu Gang and give him a hard lesson!" the man said humanely.

Fu Huai'an nodded in agreement.

At this moment, the old man at the school gate shouted, "Fu Huai'an, I have your things."

Have something of your own?Fu Huai'an was very excited, and immediately ran over: "Where is the thing?"

The old man at the gate took out a newspaper package and gave it to Fu Huai'an.

The newspaper outside the newspaper bag was a declaration, Fu Huai'an took it and asked, "Who gave it to me?"

"It's a boy about your age."

As big as yourself?It must be Mu Qiong!Fu Huai'an was very happy, and quickly opened the newspaper bag in his hand.

He thought that the newspaper would contain the manuscript he wanted, but in fact...

"Twenty cents?" Fu Huai'an unwrapped several layers of newspapers, only to find twenty cents in the middle.

"What does he mean? Why didn't he give me the manuscript and give me [-] cents?" Fu Huai'an was puzzled.

"Brother Huai, you paid for our tram ride yesterday..." the people around Fu Huai'an said, including Fu Huai'an and Mu Qiong, ten of them went there yesterday, and Fu Huai'an paid for the twenty copper dollars for the round trip.

"What I want is the manuscript, why would he give me this? I don't need two cents!" Fu Huai'an was dissatisfied.

"Brother Huai, maybe he doesn't have any manuscripts at all? You know, he's just a servant, maybe he can't read, so it's not easy to get manuscripts." The people around Fu Huai'an said again, all the people who helped Mu Qiong yesterday I sympathize with Mu Qiong very much, and have a good impression of Mu Qiong.

When Fu Huai'an heard it, he thought it made sense, so he didn't get angry: "That's right... we can't be too demanding on him... I'll go find him after school and see if he can introduce his young master to me. "

Fu Huai'an put the [-] cents in his pocket, then remembered something, rushed back to the classroom and took out a cup, then went to see the old man at the door to fetch hot water.

People in their school want to drink water, and they always pick it up from the old man at the gate after class. It is very comfortable to drink some warm water in winter.

Mu Qiong didn't know that Fu Huai'an was thinking about getting to know the author of "Study Abroad", but he had already guessed that Fu Huai'an would come to him.

But...he didn't bring those teenagers back to his home at all yesterday, so Fu Huai'an couldn't find him.

Fu Huai'an asked him for the later manuscript of "Study Abroad", but he never promised to give it, and it was impossible to give it... Today he returned the [-] cents, and they will have nothing to do with each other in the future.

As for letting Fu Huai'an run with him... This kind of brat who threatens people at every turn should be taught a lesson.

At noon that day, Zhu Wanwan made white rice, fried eggs and vegetables with lard.

The scrambled eggs were very fragrant, and the stir-fried vegetables were also delicious. The three of them ate all the vegetables and soup, and then Mu Qiong cleaned up the Eight Immortals table where they ate and started writing novels on it.

He plans to finish "Study Abroad" as soon as possible, and then write other novels, after all, he is very short of money now.

The other thing is... As a person who traveled from modern times, he has countless stories to write, and there are countless stories waiting for him to write.

Mu Qiong wrote all afternoon and wrote [-] words.

He would have liked to write some more, but he couldn't.

Firstly, writing traditional characters is more tiring than simplified characters, and secondly...he wants to write the story well, but he must not be able to write quickly.

Let’s just say these five thousand words, when he wrote, he always left some space in the middle, just for the convenience of deletion and modification.

What kind of words should different characters say on different occasions, etc., when he first started writing, he couldn't always think carefully.

After Mu Qiong finished writing, dinner was ready.

Previously at Yao's house, Zhu Wanwan's culinary skills could not be shown due to the lack of ingredients and the limitation of the venue, but after coming here, after Mu Qiong bought a lot of ingredients, Zhu Wanwan's cooking skills were fully displayed.

She soaked soybeans in water until soft, and stewed them with pork. It tasted very delicious. In addition, she also mixed shredded radish in cold salad and stir-fried a green vegetable, which tasted not bad.

Mu Qiong ate three big bowls of rice in one go, and then began to give lessons to Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu who ate two big bowls of rice respectively.

The elementary school textbooks at this time were not easy to use in Mu Qiong's opinion, but he didn't have other textbooks, so he used them first.

He has already taught all the numbers "one, two, three, four", and today he taught the word "de"... After the Chinese class, Mu Qiong wrote a multiplication table for them by the way, and asked them to take the formula after explaining it. Watch to back.

Although it was cold today, the sun was good and the wind was dry. The sheets and quilts they washed yesterday were all dry. That night, Mu Qiong slept in a clean quilt.

His life has gradually been on the right track, and it will definitely get better in the future...

Of course, he still has something to do now... Mu Qiong plans to talk to Dr. Fu tomorrow morning.

When he wrote the story "Study Abroad", some details were stuck, and those details were related to the foreign social environment, so it is not easy to make up random things, so he wanted to ask Dr. Fu.

Early the next morning, Mu Qiong went out.

He had seen Dr. Fu outside the clinic where Dr. Fu gave free consultations. This time he went there directly, and he saw Dr. Fu.

As soon as it was dawn, Dr. Fu was already treating people.

The clinic he was in was very small and simple, and people who came to treat patients could only sit in the yard.

These people are all poor, and many of them are even poorly dressed, but he is not impatient at all.

The sun rose from the east and shot golden rays towards the courtyard, covering all the people in the courtyard under the sunlight, and covering Dr. Fu as well, as if casting a layer of golden light on him.

He is helping a 70- to [-]-year-old man with rotten legs to clean up the wound.

The wound was disgusting to look at, but he cut off the carrion on it with an unchanged expression, disinfected it with alcohol, and wrapped it in gauze.

Looking at him, Mu Qiong felt his heart calm down.

Dr. Fu helped the old man take care of the wound, and saw Mu Qiong.

"Why are you here? Is there something wrong?" Doctor Fu took off his gloves and threw them into the bucket next to him, and asked after putting on a pair of clean gloves.

"I want to ask you something, but don't worry." Mu Qiong said: "Doctor Fu, I have learned a little medical knowledge before, let me help you."

"What do you know?" Dr. Fu asked puzzled.

"Actually, it's nothing...but I should be able to help you." Mu Qiong said.

Mu Qiong has been ill for a long time and has become a doctor. He knows a lot of medical knowledge, but the practice is almost equal to zero.

But even so, he should be able to help with something.

For example, pass a gauze, or help someone clean the wound or something...