Literary Heroes of the Republic of China

For the manuscript fee of 150 silver dollars, Editor-in-Chief Li gave the banknote of Fuyuan Bank.

At that time, there were banks opened by foreigners in the concession, and the government also issued banknotes, but people still preferred to deposit their money in banks and use banknotes for transactions.

No, I really want to say... Everyone's favorite is actually cash, a rich family, digging a hole at home to hide tens of thousands of silver dollars is not a small amount.

Mu Qiong went to the bank, exchanged bank notes into silver dollars, and then returned home with silver dollars weighing nine catties.

It was the first time in his two lifetimes that he carried such a heavy amount of money... Of course, if he could, he wouldn't mind a little more.

When Mu Qiong arrived home, Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu were cooking lard.

Before, their family bought pork and cut off the fat to cook lard, but this time Zhu Wanwan bought a slice of lard.

At this time, everyone wants to cook lard, you can buy fat meat, lard water oil or lard suet.The so-called lard oil is the fat that sticks to the pig's offal. It is in the shape of a net. This is the cheapest, and it produces less oil, but a lot of oil residue. The most expensive is lard suet, which is basically no oil when used to boil oil. The dregs, the boiled lard is also very fragrant.

There was a smell of oil in the house. When Mu Qiong entered the kitchen, he saw that the oil residue had been fished out, so he took a piece of it with chopsticks and ate it.

"Hungry? We can eat soon." Zhu Wanwan said, "Changyu wants to eat pork fat bibimbap, do you want it?"

"Yes." Mu Qiong said without hesitation.

In modern times he eats coconut oil and olive oil, but now has a sincere love for lard.

"What did you buy again?" Zhu Wanwan noticed Mu Qiong's cloth bag that seemed to contain a lot of things.

This cloth bag was made by Zhu Wanwan for Mu Qiong. It was made of dark blue fabric, and the style was similar to the school bags carried by students at that time.Mu Qiong patted his bag and said with a smile, "It's a good thing."

"What?" Zhu Wanwan asked.

"150 yuan." Mu Qiong said.

"150... You said 150 yuan?!" Zhu Wanwan was stunned.

Mu Qiong smiled and opened the bag he was carrying.

There was a pack full of silver dollars in the bag.

Mu Qiong had received a lot of manuscript fees before, and every time he got the money back, he would give some to Zhu Wanwan. Zhu Wanwan had already saved about fifty silver dollars.

But even so, Zhu Wanwan was still very dumbfounded when she suddenly saw so many silver dollars.

Mu Qiong smiled, and handed the cloth bag to Zhu Wanwan: "Mother, please collect the money."

Zhu Wanwan nodded, choked up a sob, and went upstairs with the silver dollars.

When Zhu Wanwan went upstairs, there were tears in her eyes, but when she went downstairs, she looked very brisk. Mu Qiong felt that she was about to jump up happily.

In such a state, Zhu Wanwan generously poured some lard directly into the pot, then poured in soy sauce, and mixed a pot of lard with rice.

Originally, she thought that she would stop eating and save some oil, but now...their family doesn't need to save such a little lard.

"Mother, I'll take you and Changyu to play in the concession in the afternoon." Mu Qiong said again.After finishing writing a novel, he plans to rest for two days. Since he is free today, why not take Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu out to have fun and see the world.

"Okay." Zhu Wanwan agreed with a smile. As for Mu Changyu, she had already rolled her eyes with a smile.

There was a tram stop nearby, and Mu Qiong took them to the concession area by tram, found the racetrack, and rented a carriage for six cents.

At this time, even in the Shanghai Concession, there were very few cars, and private renters could not rent them. Therefore, the most decent way to visit the Concession was to call a carriage.

Mu Qiong herself was not very interested in such a decent life, but it was undoubtedly good for Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu to see the world.

Mu Qiong hopes that they can be more generous, and that they can broaden their horizons and have a broad mind.

Rent a carriage for one yuan a day, six cents for half a day, because there is a coachman accompanying you, so you don't need to pay a deposit.

Mu Qiong had seen horses before, but this was his first time riding in a carriage. It was quite new, but because the original owner had ridden in a carriage before, he didn't find it surprising. Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu were different.

There are few people raising horses in this place in the south of the Yangtze River, and the Mu family has no horses. Mu Changyu and Zhu Wanwan used to go out mostly by boat and never in a carriage.

The two stared at the horse non-stop, but they didn't dare to approach it, and hesitated for a while.

"Miss, madam, the carriage is very stable and won't wobble." The driver of the carriage moved a stool by the side of the carriage and smiled at Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu, with deep wrinkles appearing on his dark face .

"Mother, you go up first." Mu Qiong helped Zhu Wanwan, and then Zhu Wanwan mustered up the courage to get on the carriage.

After Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu went up, Mu Qiong went up, and then asked the driver to drive them to the concession first.

"Okay!" The coachman replied, flicked his whip lightly, and let the horse walk away.

"Mother, we look so tall." Mu Changyu sat on the carriage and looked down, very excited.

"En." Zhu Wanwan responded, and suddenly said: "Qiong'er, what we were robbed by those robbers back then was only more than 200 silver dollars."

"Mother, we will get better and better in the future." Mu Qiong said.

Zhu Wanwan nodded, she believed her son's words.

After the carriage drove them around for a while, Mu Qiong asked the coachman to take them to a theater to listen to a play.

There are ten copper dollars per person when listening to the opera. If the children do not occupy a seat, they will not be charged. Mu Qiong gave the money. After entering, he found that there were tables of eight immortals in front of the stage, and tea, melon seeds and snacks were also sold in the theater.

There is one cup of tea for one copper dollar, and the water will be refilled all the time. The melon seeds are two copper dollars for a small plate, and there will be no refills after eating this. They are two copper dollars a piece.

Mu Qiong ordered three copies of each of these things, which was considered a very generous act, after all, the people who came to this theater to watch plays were ordinary people.

Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu were a little uncomfortable at first, but gradually became more comfortable and began to concentrate on listening to the play.

On the contrary, Mu Qiong has no interest in watching the theater.

For him who has watched countless movies, TV shows, and novels in modern times, he doesn't like the slow rhythm of operas, not to mention... what he lacks the most is the talent for music.

He simply ate while looking at the people around him.

The waiter who refills the water for the guests always has a slightly obsequious smile on his face; the middle-aged woman at the next table is a bit mean, and she pulls her face down when she eats an empty melon seed; The middle-aged man stared at the actor on the bed with squinting eyes...

There are all kinds of things in the world.

After listening to the play for two hours, they left.

When Mu Qiong left, he took away a full stomach of tea, but Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu were discussing the story they heard today in a low voice. Mu Changyu didn't understand something, so he asked Zhu Wanwan, but Zhu Wanwan could hum in a low voice. A few paragraphs later, explain the meaning.

"Mother, you are really good." Mu Qiong praised.

"How can there be... mainly I have heard of this play." Zhu Wanwan said: "In the past Chinese New Year, your grandfather invited the opera troupe to sing, and they often sang this play."

As soon as Zhu Wanwan said, Mu Qiong also remembered what happened many years ago.

When the original owner's family was in Suzhou, although things like patriarchy were unavoidable, they were generally happy. The original owner's grandfather loved the original owner very much, but it was a pity that the old man left too early.

After hearing the play, they took the carriage again and went to the western restaurant opened by Boss Chen.

Mu Qiong once brought home fried pork cutlets, stir-fried vegetables and bread from a western restaurant, but it was not the same as eating in the store.

Others would eat western food when they came to the concession, and his mother and sister were no exception.

"Xiao Mu, are these your mother and your sister?" Boss Chen asked as soon as he saw Mu Qiong.

"Yes, Uncle Chen, this is my mother, and this is my younger sister." Mu Qiong introduced.

"Xiao Mu, you are so handsome, so you followed your mother." Boss Chen praised Zhu Wanwan, then called Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu to sit down, and asked them to serve fried pork chops and hamburgers.

There were no customers in the store, but there were quite a few helpers. These people were all known to Mu Qiong, but now, when they looked at Mu Qiong, they were a little more cautious.

When Mu Qiong was in the store before, they felt that Mu Qiong was different from them. Now that Mu Qiong has resigned for more than a month, the whole person looks even more different...

Facing Mu Qiong, they unconsciously had a feeling of bowing their heads.

Even Li Guangming was embarrassed to come up to say hello.

Instead, Boss Chen asked Li Guangming to serve himself a fried pork cutlet, and then sat down.

Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu had never eaten with adult men other than their relatives, and they were very uncomfortable. Boss Chen didn't talk to them much, only talking to Mu Qiong.

One month later, the business of Boss Chen's western restaurant has gradually deteriorated again. Although he can earn a few dollars a day, it is completely incomparable with before, so Boss Chen plans to close down for renovation in a few days.

When Mu Qiong made soft decorations for Boss Chen, the restaurant was open as usual, but this time there was a lot of movement, so it had to be closed for a few days. Fortunately, Boss Chen had already measured the size of many things, such as the stairs. Once the carpentry is done, it can be installed directly at that time, so there is no need to shut down for too long.

"Our newly opened paint factory in Shanghai didn't sell white paint at first, but after I asked, they actually made a special white paint, and they have already painted the tables and chairs." Boss Chen said to Mu Qiong .

In order to catch up with the ending of "Study Abroad", Mu Qiong hasn't come to Boss Chen's place for several days, and he didn't know about it: "This is the best, with white tables, the store is brighter and looks cleaner."

"Indeed." Boss Chen nodded: "The most important thing is that it is different from other places."

Other western restaurants on the same level as him use the Eight Immortals table as he does now, and their restaurants will definitely look different by then.

They also sell more unique food.

After eating, Mu Qiong wanted to pay, but Boss Chen refused to accept it. He only asked Mu Qiong to help him make a few menus.

Mu Qiong agreed.

When Mu Qiong returned home with Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu, it was already dark.

After such a day, they should be quite tired, but Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu's spirits are exceptionally good, and they even think about studying.

"Mother, it's already late today." Mu Qiong felt helpless.

"So, let's review a little bit and write a few words." Zhu Wanwan said.

Zhu Wanwan's eyes were firm, and Mu Qiong smiled lightly: "Okay."

When Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu lit candles to practice calligraphy, Fu Huai'an was reading a novel under the lamp.

The newspaper has already published the plot that Jiang Zhenguo knew the heroine and fell in love with the heroine.

The heroine is a multi-talented person who can sing and draw. She is also very thoughtful. When she communicated with Jiang Zhenguo, she put forward a lot of her own opinions.

When those progressive people watched it, they admired the heroine so much that they didn't have time to think about their feelings, but Fu Huai'an...

As a troubled teenager, although he only saw some vague emotional descriptions, he felt his heart beating faster.

"Study Abroad" is a novel with a strong sense of substitution, and Fu Huai'an substituted it in, and immediately fell in love with the heroine.He also thought that he must go to study abroad in the future, and must marry such a woman.

While watching, there was a knock on Fu Huai'an's door.

Fu Huai'an got up, opened the door and saw Fu Yun'an standing at the door.

Fu Huai'an's feelings for his third brother are very complicated.On the one hand, since he was a child, he had heard his parents say how powerful this third brother was, and he felt admiration and admiration in his heart. A sense of dissatisfaction arises spontaneously, and there is always a feeling of anger in my heart that wants to rush out.

"You...why are you here?" Fu Huai'an asked, Fu Yun'an was out on business today, so he didn't meet him at dinner... Fu Yun'an came here specifically to find him now?

"Today's Dazhongbao." Fu Yun'an said.

Fu Huai'an froze for a moment, then angrily turned around and took a newspaper, wanting to take a picture of it in Fu Yun'an's hand again.

But he didn't dare.

He handed the newspaper to Fu Yun'an respectfully: "Brother, your newspaper."

Fu Yun'an took the newspaper, turned around and left.

Fu Huai'an went back to the house and secretly scolded Fu Yun'an a few words, but he was still not very happy until he saw the Dazhong newspaper spread out on his desk.

snort!So what if Fu Yunan is so pushy?Why don't you ask Dazhong Bao to read novels?

Fu Yun'an took the newspaper back to the room and read it.

When he first read it, he only thought that the novel was well written, but now that he saw it, he felt the same way, that is... this novel, after all, beautified some things.

Sometimes reality is harsher and more merciless.

He read things very quickly, read them quickly, and then read them slowly, and added punctuation marks with a pen.

For a person who came back from abroad, he was not used to not having punctuation.

Not long after reading it, someone knocked on the door.

Hearing the familiar knock on the door, Fu Yun'an said, "Come in."

Two men entered, one of whom was his assistant at the hospital.

"Third Young Master, these are telegrams from various places." They put the things in front of Fu Yun'an, and said again: "We have also found out Mu Qiong's identity."

"Oh?" Fu Yunan asked.

The man put a piece of paper recording some things that Mu Qiong had experienced in front of Fu Yun'an: "His name is Mu Changqiong, and he is the eldest son of Mu Yongxue. He grew up in Suzhou and was picked up by Mu Yongxue two years ago." Beijing was later driven away by Mu Yongxue."

"Mu Yongxue's son? I really didn't expect it." Fu Yun'an looked at the piece of paper: "Then he will be fine, don't stare at him anymore."

"Yes, three young masters."

"After Mu Yong studied, I'm afraid I will regret it," Fu Yun'an suddenly smiled, then put the paper in the drawer, took the telegram next to it and started to read it.

The next day Mu Qiong got up very early as usual, and when he got up, the sun had not yet risen.

It was raining today, and the drizzle enveloped the whole of Shanghai, and the temperature suddenly dropped a few degrees. As soon as he opened the window, he shivered uncontrollably.

He turned over a thin padded jacket and put it on. As soon as Mu Qiong went downstairs, he smelled the aroma of scrambled eggs.

Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu have already prepared breakfast.

The staple food is porridge again, and the dishes are scrambled eggs and pickled radishes. After eating it, Mu Qiong feels warm all over his body.

"Qioner, do you still want to go out?" Zhu Wanwan asked puzzled when she saw Mu Qiong holding an umbrella.

"Well, I'll go out for a while." Mu Qiong said.

He went out with an umbrella. After walking for a long time, his shoes got wet, but he was lucky enough to see a rickshaw.

Mu Qiong called a car and asked the driver to take him to Fu Yun'an's clinic.

He came out to pull the cart in the rain... When paying the fare, Mu Qiong paid two extra copper dollars before entering the clinic.

Because of the rain, there were very few patients in the clinic today, so they were not allowed to stay in the yard, and all of them were called into the house.

As for Fu Yun'an, he rarely treated anyone today, but was explaining the usage of a medicine to two doctors in this clinic.

Seeing Mu Qiong, Fu Yun'an was a little surprised: "It's raining today, why are you here?"

"I have nothing to do anyway." Mu Qiong said, "Study Abroad" has been finished, and he plans to focus all his energy on "Seeking a Doctor". Even if he doesn't come to Dr. Fu, he still wants to visit other clinics.

For example, Mr. Zhang's place next door... It's raining today, but Mr. Zhang's place is still very lively.

"I don't have anything to do today. If you have anything you want to ask, just ask." Fu Yun'an said, and then asked the two doctors in the clinic to diagnose and treat the patient.

Mu Qiong also took advantage of the situation and asked some things about medical treatment.

Fu Yun'an said it all, but he didn't know much about domestic affairs not long after he returned to China.

"Doctor Fu, what do you think of Chinese medicine?" Mu Qiong asked suddenly.

"Chinese medicine...it's not scientific enough." Fu Yun'an said.

"Doctor Fu also thinks Chinese medicine should be banned?" Mu Qiong asked.

"No, I don't think so." Fu Yun'an said: "Chinese medicine is not scientific enough, but even so, the accumulation of thousands of years of experience is actually quite remarkable."

Most of the western medicine at this time is incompatible with traditional Chinese medicine. Mu Qiong really didn't expect Fu Yun'an to say that, so he couldn't help being a little surprised.

"Many medicines in traditional Chinese medicine are actually useful, but there are not many medicines that can be used in Western medicine. If we don't fight so hard and combine with each other, we should be able to gradually change the current situation of lack of medicine and medicine." Fu Yun An said.

"I think so too." Mu Qiong laughed.

"By the way, winter is coming. Gongji Hospital and other hospitals are going to provide free clinics for poor people. Would you like to go and see them together?" Fu Yun'an asked.

He knew that Mu Qiong wanted to write a novel about seeking medical treatment, so he asked.

"Okay." Mu Qiong agreed.

In his previous life, when he wrote novels, he was often unable to personally experience them due to physical problems, but it is different now...Since that is the case, of course he has to read it.