Literary Heroes of the Republic of China

In a certain classroom of Ping An Middle School, several students were reading a newspaper together.

In this middle school, there are not too rich students, but there are also many students whose family background is not bad, and the family may even run a small shop or something.

After all, if they really had no money, they would have no chance to go to middle school.

Therefore, there are still many people who can afford to buy newspapers and books, and when they buy them, they will be circulated to everyone.

"Jiang Zhenguo is really affectionate and righteous."

"It's amazing that he can't be fascinated by beauty!"

"His new book looks particularly sad."

"His new writing is really good, it reads very smoothly, and there are two words in it that are used well. I will extract them and use them when Mr. Sheng asks us to write an article next time."

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"What the hell!" Hearing these words, Fu Yun'an muttered dissatisfiedly.

He yelled not to watch "Study Abroad" before, but in fact he continued to watch it.

His brother asked him to buy the popular newspaper every day, and he had to buy it, not to mention that he had to read the articles written by Mr. Wen Da in the newspaper... Isn't this just accidentally showing "Study Abroad" too!

Today's ending, he had seen it before he came to school.

He still likes this ending very much, Jiang Zhenguo married the woman he likes, how wonderful!

As for this woman who was married before... Since she really likes her, she shouldn't care about it.

However, even though he thought so, he was still a little disappointed when "Study Abroad" was finished. As for the new book...he definitely won't read the new book!

"Brother Huai, why haven't you watched "Study Abroad" recently?" Fu Huai'an's younger brother asked Fu Huai'an. In the past, Fu Huai'an used to discuss "Study Abroad" with people in school every day, but now he doesn't talk about it.

"There's nothing to look at, so I won't read it."

"It's obviously very beautiful...By the way, Brother Huai, you said earlier that Mr. Mu is a servant of Lou Yuyu's family..."

Fu Huai'an's face turned dark: "That's because he lied to me! It's not my mistake!"

"Brother Huai, I didn't say you made a mistake, I just wanted to ask...does Teacher Mu know Lou Yuyu?"

Fu Huai'an frowned: "Why are you asking this?"

The man said: "I just want to know something about Lou Yuyu... Is Lou Yuyu a friend of Teacher Mu? Teacher Mu is so powerful, so his friends must be too!"

This person was one of the people who helped Mu Qiong go to Yao's house to get things.

He sympathized with Mu Qiong at the beginning, but when Mu Qiong came to teach them, he was a little skeptical——Mu Qiong, who lived so poor before, can really be a good English teacher?

However, it turns out he was overthinking.

Mr. Mu is really capable. He speaks English very well and is very knowledgeable. The short English essays he wrote for them to memorize are also very useful. After memorizing them, they can already talk a lot.

"I don't know!" Fu Huai'an said angrily.

Brother Huai, the boss of the Qinghu Gang, felt betrayed by his younger brother.

What's so good about Muljoon?These people actually worship "Teacher Mu" one by one!

In order to prevent these people from worshiping Mu Qiong more and more, he will never tell them that Mu Qiong is Lou Yuyu!

The angry Fu Huai'an glared at Mu Qiong when Mu Qiong came to class, and then... glared for another class.

He stared at Mu Qiong, definitely not listening to the class, he just wanted to catch Mu Qiong's mistakes!

It was cold recently, and Mu Qiong didn't like to eat cold food anymore, so when he arrived at school, he gave Feng Xiaoya his enamel cup, and asked her to help him steam the food while cooking.

Speaking of which, enamel cups, something that modern people feel very old, are very expensive at this time.

At that time, enamel cups or enamel washbasins could not be produced in China, and they were still called enamel, which was classified with cloisonne.

And his printed rustic enamel cup was given to him by Li Ronghua. It was imported from a foreign country and cost more than a dozen oceans!

Mu Qiong thought, if he was short of money, maybe he could set up a factory, produce enamel products, and make a lot of money... Of course, this is just thinking, he doesn't know this technology, and he doesn't have the capital.

"Mu Qiong, we are going out for dinner, will you go?" Sheng Chaohui asked Mu Qiong when it was time for lunch.

"I brought food, so I won't go." Mu Qiong said.

"You've worked so hard, you have to save time for eating." Sheng Chaohui said.

Mu Qiong has an income from manuscript fees, and he usually uses precious enamel cups for serving dishes. Naturally, he doesn't think Mu Qiong is poor, but only thinks that Mu Qiong is trying to save time.

Mu Qiong was indeed trying to save time. A group of people went out to eat and then chatted. It would take more than an hour to talk back and forth. If he ate at school, he could save another hour.

Besides, going out to eat would cost everyone one or two cents. This money can buy a few catties of meat and eat enough at home.

It is not only Mu Qiong who eats at school, but also Mr. Zhong who teaches chemistry.

Teacher Zhong's family is not very rich, and there are several children who spend a lot of money, so they are usually very economical.

When it was time to eat, they went to Feng Xiaoya's place together.

At this time, iron pots were used for cooking. There were many people in the school, and many pots were needed to cook. The first cooked ones were put in wooden barrels, and the students were allowed to store them by themselves. The later cooked ones were still in the pots.

Mu Qiong and Mr. Zhong passed by, and Feng Xiaoya immediately opened the lid of the pot, looked at the middle of the pot to fill them with rice, and brought them two bowls of soup.

The taste of the pickled vegetable soup is still good. Mu Qiong ate two big bowls of rice with braised pork, stir-fried vegetables and pickled vegetable soup. Eat three bowls at home...

Mr. Zhong also ate a bowl full of rice. The dish he brought was a salted duck egg, and the oil came out with a chopstick, which was especially suitable for rice.

After eating, Mu Qiong began to write "seeking a doctor".

The book "Seeking a Doctor" is shorter than studying abroad, only about [-] to [-] words, but now, he has written [-] words.

In addition, he also revised "Study Abroad".

Speaking of which, he originally wanted to change to studying abroad, and he planned to copy it while revising, but later found that the workload was a bit heavy, and later...he found that Dazhong Daily not only kept the "Study Abroad" he wrote at the beginning. The original manuscript was copied several times and put away.

Only then did he know that there was a copyist who could copy three or four thousand words an hour at the Dazhong newspaper.

There are no copiers these days, and many work units will have scribes who are responsible for copying documents. The scribe of Dazhong Daily needs to copy all kinds of manuscripts that have been selected for publication, as well as the addresses of customers. I like it, I copied it when I had nothing to do, and finally copied several copies.

Mu Qiong took a copy from Dazhong Daily, and marked and revised it himself. After the revision, he bought a few packs of cigarettes and gave it to the scribe, asking him to copy it for him.

Then, he originally copied the work by himself, at least two weeks to finish copying, but in the end it took only three days to finish copying.

He was planning to send it to the Commercial Press sometime.

This afternoon, Mu Qiong wrote some "seeking a doctor", and after taking an English class based on experience, he left Ping'an Middle School early and called a rickshaw to take him to the Commercial Press.

When he arrived at the Commercial Press, he went directly to Zhang Che and gave Zhang Che a thick stack of manuscript paper.

One hundred thousand words is just a small document in modern times, but at this time, it is very important.

"We will print and publish the book right away while the popularity of this book is still there." Zhang Che said: "We plan to print [-] copies first, sell [-] copies in Shanghai, and ship the remaining [-] copies to Beijing, Tianjin, Guangzhou and other places. If it is sold and priced at [-] cents per volume, do you think it is feasible?"

Of course Mu Qiong had no objection, but felt that the book was a bit expensive.

Two cents is equivalent to 60 yuan in modern times, and a book of [-] words is so expensive...but it is generally expensive at this time, so he can't say anything.

"You have no objection, then we will write the contract, and then I will pay you the manuscript fee for the first printing." Zhang Che said.

Mu Qiong nodded and signed the contract readily.

Then, I got a banknote of five hundred silver dollars.

The first printing of a book at 15.00 cents is [-] yuan, and he takes [-]% of the royalties, which means he can get [-] yuan, and converted into oceans...exactly [-].

Mu Qiong didn't count at first, and only realized how much money he had made after seeing the banknote.

At first, he couldn't even get a single silver dollar out, but now he has earned so much at one time... Five hundred silver dollars is enough to buy a nice house outside the Shanghai Concession!

The literati in the Republic of China made money really fast!

Mu Qiong took the village ticket and put it in his pocket.

"Mr. Mu, when will your new book be finished? It can also be handed over to our publishing house for publication." Zhang Che said.

"In more than a month, it should be finished." Mu Qiong said: "I will definitely come over then."

The Commercial Press is one of the largest publishing houses in Shanghai. If the book is published by the Commercial Press, the royalties may be lower than those given by small publishing houses, but they can sell more. Generally speaking, it is still very cost-effective.

In addition, Zhang Che is also a good person... If there is no accident, he will hand over all the books under Lou Yuyu's pen name to be published by the Commercial Press.

Zhang Che personally sent Mu Qiong out of the house.

After leaving the gate of the Commercial Press, Mu Qiong hailed another rickshaw, but instead of going home right away, he went to a nearby lo-mei shop and bought three roast chickens, a catty of white-cut mutton, and another Ordered a little chicken liver and chicken heart.

The store gave him these lo mei in a rattan basket lined with oil paper. He carried it home, and Zhu Wanwan said, "Qiong'er, why did you buy so many things? Where do we get them?" over?"

"There are two roast chickens. I want to take them to school tomorrow and share them with my colleagues," Mu Qiong said.

Zhu Wanwan is still a little tangled, these things are not cheap, and Mu Qiong spends too much money...

"Mom, I got 500 yuan for the manuscript today." Mu Qiong said again.

Zhu Wanwan looked at Mu Qiong in shock, and couldn't think of the roast chicken anymore.

During the meal that day, Zhu Wanwan was still in a daze.

Mu Changyu ate happily.Roasted chicken is a whole chicken that has been deep-fried in oil and then boiled in brine. The skin on the outside is very delicious, and it is very tasty and goes well with rice. She burped when she ate it.

Seeing her like this, Mu Qiong felt even better already.

After dinner, it was completely dark, and candles were lit in the house.

Under the flickering candlelight, Mu Qiong took out his notebook and began to think about buying a house.

He wanted to save some money and buy a house with electric lights in the concession. This was for safety, and secondly, with the lights on, he could write for several hours at night.

Now it's just lighting candles, but he always feels that it's not bright enough for fear of hurting his eyes.

You know, he is still a teenager, and his vision has not yet been finalized...

Although Mu Qiong thought so, he still wrote something by candlelight.

He wrote "I am in a hundred years".

The protagonist of "I'm in a Hundred Years Later" is a middle-aged man in the Republic of China. He was born in the Qing Dynasty. He has experienced the vicissitudes of the world and the chaos at home, so he is full of worries about the future of the country.

But this day, he fell asleep with worry, and when he woke up again, he found himself lying on an open-air lounge chair.

He got up from the reclining chair, and angrily called the name of his servant, wondering who moved him outside the house as a prank, and suddenly saw a towering building.

No, there is more than one building like this, he has seen many!

He raised his head, dumbfounded to see all this, and at this moment, he saw a woman wearing a dress with arms exposed and pants with thighs exposed, with a braid behind her head running past him.

The woman looked at him curiously as she ran past.

Seeing him feeling uncomfortable, he suspected that the woman was a monster who would suck his energy, turned around and ran away.

After running not far, he suddenly heard a burst of loud music.

He looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a group of gray-haired old ladies dancing with rose-red fans.

These people looked old, but they were full of energy, just like the old gods in the story.

Beside this group of old ladies, there are a few old men in white exercise uniforms, practicing... Tai Chi Sword?