Literary Heroes of the Republic of China

Mu Qiong went to Dazhong Daily that day, and brought a [-]-word manuscript as usual, and was warmly welcomed by Editor-in-Chief Li as usual.

"Your young master hasn't replied to my letter yet?" Chief Editor Li asked.

After receiving the letter from Editor-in-Chief Li, Mu Qiong came to Dazhong Daily twice, and Editor-in-Chief Li asked him to reply to his letter both times.

But he didn't write it, so naturally he couldn't get it out.

As for why he didn't write it... He said at the beginning that the novel was written by his young master, just for the convenience of drafting, and he didn't intend to deceive Chief Editor Li all the time.

He didn't have to lie all the time.

After the identity is revealed, it is easier to talk about some things... such as the increase of the manuscript fee.

"No." Mu Qiong replied.

Editor-in-Chief Li felt lost for a while.

"However, the author of "Study Abroad" can interview you." Mu Qiong said.

"Really?" Chief Editor Li was pleasantly surprised: "When is he free and where is the appointment?"

"He's free now." Mu Qiong stretched out his hand towards Editor-in-Chief Li: "Hi, I'm Lou Yuyu."

"What did you say?" Editor Li was stunned.

The house rented by Dazhong Newspaper is not big, and the editors all work together.

Recently, Dazhong Daily's sales have soared because of the novel "Study Abroad", and the editorial staff are very friendly and fond of Mu Qiong, the spokesperson of the author of "Study Abroad". When Mu Qiong came, they all surrounded him.

This time around... they all heard what Mu Qiong said.

They suspect they have heard it wrong.

Mu Qiong... said he was Lou Yuyu? The author of "Study Abroad"?

how can that be!

They have all read the novel about studying abroad, and they are all convinced that this novel should be written by an overseas student, and it may even be the author's personal experience. Why is this young man who writes novels now?

"I said I am Lou Yuyu." Mu Qiong said: "I'm sorry, I was afraid that you would think I was too young to read my manuscript, so I lied." Mu Qiong said.

"How is this possible! At your age, you shouldn't have studied abroad, right? How did you write such a novel? And the words in it..." Chief Editor Li stood up abruptly, staring closely at mujoon.

Editor-in-Chief Li's appearance is quite stressful, but Mu Qiong didn't change his face: "My teacher came back from abroad, and he told me a lot about foreign affairs. In addition, I have always had people who came back from studying abroad consult."

The sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man has an extraordinary bearing, clear eyes, and neither humble nor overbearing speech... They didn't think this man was a servant before, but now it seems that he is really not a servant.

There was no sound in the editorial department. Editor-in-Chief Li took a few deep breaths, and finally took out a piece of paper to Mu Qiong: "Write a few words."

He would carefully read the original manuscript of the novel written by Lou Yuyu himself every time, and he was very familiar with Lou Yuyu's handwriting.

Mu Qiong smiled, took out his pen from his arms, sat down and began to write.

He wrote a passage of what the protagonist Jiang Zhenguo said in the novel.

Editor Li kept watching him write, and when he finished writing, he looked at him with a complicated expression: "Are you really Lou Yuyu?"

Lou Yuyu's handwriting is very beautiful, ordinary people can't write it, but the person in front of him is very proficient in writing.

"It's true."

"Why did you lie to me before?" Chief Editor Li asked again.

"Sorry, I was afraid that you wouldn't read my manuscript." Mu Qiong said.

Editor-in-Chief Li knew it was really possible.

Many of the articles in their Dazhong newspaper are written by the editors themselves, and they don’t usually accept manuscripts. If Mu Qiong said that the manuscripts written by himself were submitted, they would definitely persuade people away.

Children's family, what kind of manuscript to submit?

"Then why are you talking about it now?" Chief Editor Li asked again.

"You probably don't want my manuscript now." Mu Qiong chuckled: "Mr. Li, let's get to know each other again. My name is Mu Qiong, from Suzhou, I used to study in Beijing, and I just came to Shanghai a few months ago. "

"I'm Li Ronghua, the editor-in-chief of Dazhong Daily." Editor-in-chief Li also smiled.

Mu Qiong was young, but Editor-in-Chief Li didn't dare to underestimate him, even because of his young age, Editor-in-Chief Li gave him a high look.

To be able to write a work like "Study Abroad" at such a young age... I don't know what kind of family it was raised in!

Listen, he is from Suzhou, and he went to Beijing to study and came to Shanghai. It seems that he is not short of money.

When Mu Qiong introduced himself, he deliberately beautified his experience, and afterwards, he did not hesitate to show his knowledge.

And all this was not done for nothing... Editor-in-chief Li was very polite to him, and even offered to increase the manuscript fee.

"I wanted to see you before, but I actually wanted to talk to you about one thing." Editor-in-Chief Li said: "Because of "Study Abroad", the sales volume of popular newspapers has increased sharply recently, and the daily sales volume has stabilized at [-]. After that, I think your manuscript fee can be increased."

"How much is the manuscript fee?" Mu Qiong asked directly.

"Thousand characters and three yuan." Editor-in-Chief Li said.

The price of three yuan per thousand characters is not low. You know, the manuscript fee they paid to the "pillar" of Dazhong Daily, Mr. Wen Da, was only one yuan and fifty cents per thousand characters.

But the book "Studying Abroad" is different from Wen Da's long martial arts novel.

Wenda’s novels, they don’t stop, they will continue to write. After finishing writing this character, they will continue to write another one. A few million words is not a problem, and the quality is also average. People may like it when they read it, but most of them will not forget.

"Study Abroad" is different, this article is not long, but the quality is good, and it also greatly increased the sales of the newspaper...

Most importantly, he hopes that Mu Qiong will continue to write articles for the Dazhong newspaper in the future.

Mu Qiong's face remained unchanged, but his heart beat violently a few times.

He knew that the manuscript fee would definitely rise, but he thought it would be two yuan at most, but he didn't expect it to be three yuan.

He now concentrates on writing every afternoon, one day of writing, one day of revising and transcribing, and two days can write six to seven thousand words, that is, he can write more than 3000 words a day and earn ten yuan.

The workers in the Sha Shipyard work so hard. Aunt Zhao’s husband pulls a rickshaw from dawn to dusk and earns only seven or eight yuan a month. Can earn ten dollars!

However, Mu Qiong was excited for a while, after all, he had made a lot of money before, that is, he was always poor recently, so he was a little excited for a while.

Mu Qiong smiled: "Editor-in-Chief Li is an honest person. For my next novel, Dazhong Daily will be given priority."

Seeing Mu Qiong's calm appearance, editor-in-chief Li didn't dare to underestimate Mu Qiong: "Mr. Mu has already thought about his next novel? What is it?"

"It's a story about seeking medical treatment." Mu Qiong said.

"Seek medical treatment? Chinese and Western medicine can't deal with it now, and I will be scolded if I write this badly..." Editor-in-Chief Li was a little worried.

"Editor Li, don't worry, I'm just writing novels, and I don't favor any side." Mu Qiong said.

Mu Qiong has known about the dispute between Chinese and Western medicine in the Republic of China for a long time. After planning to write "Seeking Medicine" these days, he even studied it specially.

Chinese medicine is actually very good in modern times. When you go to a Chinese medicine hospital to see a doctor, they will still check you to confirm the cause of the disease before prescribing medicine, but this was not the case before the Republic of China.

At that time, Chinese medicine practitioners liked to talk about yin and yang and the five elements to their patients, and talked about some principles that people could not understand, and sometimes they would prescribe some messy prescriptions to patients. Talented and practical, he often sees a doctor after memorizing a few prescriptions. Even the great dancing master in the country dares to say that he is a Chinese medicine doctor.

In addition, the names of the same medicinal materials are different in the north and the south, and doctors may also write them differently, which is particularly easy to mislead people, and it is easy for doctors to prescribe wrong prescriptions and pharmacy staff to take wrong medicines.

As for medicinal materials that are inferior to good ones, similar medicinal materials are not clearly distinguished, and broken medicinal materials are still used...these things are more.

By the way, at this time, the pharmacy guys... some of them can't even read!

Well... In fact, in rural areas, some doctors are also illiterate.

Of course, this is not to say that there are no good Chinese medicine practitioners. At this time, there are also many Chinese medicine practitioners with real talents. Some people have a bad impression of Chinese medicine, and they always scold Chinese medicine every day.

Since the late Qing Dynasty, some people have advocated the abolition of Chinese medicine. Five or six years ago, there was a heated debate between Chinese and Western medicine. Since three years ago, Chinese medicine has been excluded from the education system by the Beiyang government, and schools that teach Chinese medicine are not allowed to open.

After more than ten years...the government will even promulgate the "Abolition of the Old Medical Records", prohibiting old doctors from practicing medicine, and the so-called old doctors are Chinese medicine.

Mu Qiong admitted that there were many problems with Chinese medicine at this time, but... Western medicine at this time was actually not very good.

Some common sense that modern children know, Western medicine at this time does not know.

For example, bacteria and viruses... Although these tiny organisms have been discovered, and some people have suggested that these tiny organisms may cause human diseases, people still know very little about them.

In addition, there are few medical equipment, and there are no antibiotics... At this time, when Western doctors perform operations on humans, the mortality rate is very high, and the possibility of making mistakes in the diagnosis of human diseases is even greater.

As for the treatment of difficult and miscellaneous diseases... they are actually not as good as those experienced old Chinese medicine practitioners.

Let’s just talk about typhoid fever. At this time, Western medicine has no symptomatic medicine at all. Basically, they only let them lie still and take vitamins. Maybe the disease will become more and more serious, but if you go to Mr. Zhang, who sells breakfast in the clinic in the bustling city, the medicine will probably work. until the disease is cured.

But these two, in the period of the Republic of China, fought to the death.

Mu Qiong is too lazy to care about how they fight, and he will not write about how they fight. What he wants to write is that it is difficult for the common people to see a doctor.

Even in modern times, it is still difficult for some people in impoverished mountainous areas to see a doctor, and they can even wait to die when they get sick, let alone in this era... Even in a place like Shanghai, ordinary people often have to suffer from illnesses It's okay to survive it, but if you can't survive it, you can only wait to die.

Firstly, I look down on it, and secondly, I probably don’t like it when I look at it.

"Seeking a Doctor" is about a family going bankrupt in order to see a doctor.

Of course, he hasn't written yet.

Mu Qiong talked with editor-in-chief Li for a long time before leaving.

When he left, he still took away the five yuan manuscript fee—although his manuscript fee has increased, it will start to increase from the next publication, and the previous publication was still one yuan per thousand words.

However, the next publication is not far away.

Tomorrow, the fourth [-]-word story of "Study Abroad" will be published. After that, the story of "Study Abroad" will be published twice a week, with [-] words each time, instead of being published every other day, with [-] words each time.

In this way, the number of words published each week is actually not much, but the number of times increases, and Dazhong Daily can sell well.

Leaving the editorial office of Dazhong Daily, Mu Qiong first went to a vegetable market.

Ever since he was hungry, what he is most interested in now is eating. Every time he gets the manuscript fee, the first thing he does is go shopping.

The so-called vegetable market is actually a place where many farmers gather to sell their own vegetables. Generally, in the morning, there are the most people there. In the afternoon, there are fewer people, and in the evening, everyone goes back.

It is noon now, and there are still many people in the market.

Mu Qiong looked around and saw a big and lively cock.

Although the rooster's feet were bound, it looked very energetic, and its hair was shiny. It was pleasing to look at, and it must be delicious.

Mu Qiong spent three cents to buy it, and thought it would be troublesome to go back with a live chicken that could only move, and he didn't know how to kill the chicken, so he asked the chicken seller if he could help kill the chicken.

"Help kill? Yes, but how do you get the chicken blood back?" asked the chicken seller.

"I don't want chicken blood." Mu Qiong said.

The chicken seller glanced at Mu Qiong in surprise, borrowed a knife from the pork seller, killed the chicken, and put the blood of the chicken into a bamboo tube he brought. After the killing, he gave the dead chicken to Mu Qiong.

Mu Qiong went home with a dead chicken, and Zhu Wanwan complained: "Qioner, you are too bad at living, chicken blood is a good thing..."

Forget it, Zhu Wanwan boiled water, poured it on the chicken to pluck the chicken feathers, and even left the chicken feathers, and put them in the corner of the yard to dry.

It is said that dried chicken feathers can be sold for money.

It was the first time that Mu Qiong knew that chicken feathers could be sold for money...

"Mother, we are not short of money now, so we don't need to save like this." Mu Qiong said.

"How can we not save money, we don't even have a house or land of our own now, if something happens to us in the future..." Zhu Wanwan is very worried: "What's more, when you reach the age of marriage, Changyu will not be able to get married in a few years. You're going to get married, and all of this needs money."

"I'm not in a hurry to get married and Changyu is married." Mu Qiong said, he had never liked anyone in his previous life, and he had always lived a life of asceticism. In this life...he probably won't get married early.

As for Mu Changyu...how could she not get married until she was 20?Then there are still many years!

However, it is still necessary to save money to buy a house. In addition, the future of their family must also be considered.

Now...they should eat the chicken first.

The whole chicken is cooked in a large iron pot, cut open after cooking, and eaten directly with soy sauce.

This way of eating, the locals call it white chicken.

Mu Qiong gave two chicken legs to Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu respectively, and then occupied two chicken wings for himself.

"Brother, you are so kind." Mu Changyu took a bite of the chicken leg and looked at Mu Qiong with emotion.In the past, the family ate chicken. One of the chicken legs was given to Mu Qiong, and the other was given to their grandfather at first, and then to their grandmother. Anyway, it was not her turn.

Not to mention Zhu Wanwan, she used to eat chicken feet and chicken wings.

The two of them looked at Mu Qiong with a twinkle in their eyes.

"I like to eat chicken wings." Mu Qiong said helplessly, but unfortunately, Mu Changyu and Zhu Wanwan didn't believe it.

They felt that Mu Qiong must have said this to give them the chicken legs, and insisted that Mu Qiong eat chicken breasts-there is the most meat!

Mu Qiong: "..." He doesn't like to eat dry chicken breasts!

It took Mu Qiong a long time to convince Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu that he really didn't like chicken breast.

With money, the family can finally eat meat dishes other than salted fish every day.

Mu Qiong thinks this is a normal life, but Zhu Wanwan thinks that they are living a bit extravagantly, but she can't beat Mu Qiong, so she just eats like this.

After eating for a while, Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu's expressions became better, especially Mu Changyu, who suddenly grew taller.

Mu Qiong is also taller.

On this day, he went to see Dr. Fu early in the morning as usual, and found that he, who was a little shorter than Dr. Fu before, seemed to be as tall as Dr. Fu now.

"Now you can bandage wounds independently." Fu Yun'an said to Mu Qiong in English: "It's no worse than those medical soldiers."

At this time, the army will be equipped with some medical soldiers. The medical skills of these medical soldiers are hard to describe... Some of them will only use stove ash to stop bleeding.

This is an era of lack of medicine and medicine.

"I would also like to thank Dr. Fu for his teaching." Mu Qiong also replied in English.

It was very useful for him to come to Dr. Fu to help every day. He not only learned some simple medical knowledge, but also had a very clear understanding of the hospital and the medical environment at that time.

In addition, chatting with Dr. Fu every day also allowed him to finally "learn" the English of this era.

And this started from the fact that he asked Dr. Fu about foreign affairs every day.

Dr. Fu speaks both Chinese and Shanghainese well, but there are some foreign things that cannot be found in Chinese without English, so Dr. Fu speaks in English.

At that time, Dr. Fu was afraid that he would not understand and felt a little embarrassed, but he understood and thought it was good to say it this way, so he simply asked Dr. Fu to speak directly in English... Dr. Fu agreed.

Then, they have been talking in English these days, and after this...Mu Qiong, who was not trusted by the patients, suddenly became the object of worship of the patients, and they believed in what he explained. Do it all.

After all... Now in the eyes of patients, he is a little doctor who has returned from overseas.

"It's you who are willing to learn." Fu Yun'an said: "You are a bit beyond my expectation."

Fu Yun'an originally thought that Mu Qiong was just a good-looking young master who was proficient in English and French, was born well but came from a poor family.

However, after really getting along with each other, he found that he had a lot of thoughts wrong.

Mu Qiong is not proficient in English and French at all, but proficient. In addition, his literary skills are also very good, and his thinking is even more unique.

No matter what he said, Mu Qiong could pick it up... He was a little curious about Mu Qiong's identity.

After the free clinic was over, Mu Qiong left after walking all the way to Gongji Hospital with him.

Fu Yun'an walked into the hospital, then into his consulting room, and then called one of the assistants who studied medicine with him: "Go and check Mu Qiong."

"Yes, Third Young Master." The assistant agreed and left quickly.

Fu Yun'an changed her clothes and started her new day's work.

While Fu Yun'an was curious about Mu Qiong's identity, countless people were wondering about Lou Yuyu's identity.

"Study Abroad" is becoming more and more popular, and now everyone believes that Jiang Zhenguo is real.

Someone found a list of Geng-style foreign students, checked them one by one, and searched for Jiang Zhenguo... No, Lou Yuyu.

There were also people who sent Dazhongbao directly to foreign students, asking them if they knew Jiang Zhenguo... No, Lou Yuyu.