Literary Heroes of the Republic of China

Mu Qiong wrote this story in great detail, and he wrote all kinds of modern things carefully.

Of course, when he wrote it, he wrote it from the perspective of the male protagonist, a man of the Republic of China, so what he wrote was somewhat different from the real one, such as a tablet computer... The male protagonist firmly believes that this is a mirror, just like the mirror in myths and legends. It's like a mirror where you can see the scene hundreds of thousands of miles away, and the others didn't explain it to him, a lunatic.

In his eyes, everything in this world is miraculous, but what he imagined is actually completely different from the real situation in modern times.

Just like he thought the mental hospital was a place similar to a shelter, he had no idea that the people who lived with him were actually lunatics.

Mu Qiong didn't mention this in the article...Of course, sharp-eyed readers should be able to find out after reading it.

In the mental hospital, the protagonist is arranged to live in a three-person room after having a meal.

And in this three-person room, he used the flush toilet and so on.

When he was in the Republic of China, his family was fairly well-off, and there were servants in his family, but he was not extremely rich. He had never seen flush toilets, which actually existed in the Republic of China. The first time he saw them, he asked if they were used Laundry.

After I figured it out later, I was amazed again—the toilet a hundred years later is so convenient!

This night, he fell asleep on the white bed, and when he woke up, he found that he was back on his bed in the Republic of China, still wearing his clothes in good condition.

He called his servant, and the servant came immediately: "Master, are you going to get up?"

He was at a loss and couldn't come back to his senses... Could it be that all the things he experienced a hundred years later were all dreams?

Mu Qiong intends to write the book "I'm in a Hundred Years Later" very long, but this story is written in the form of episodes.

While the hero is living his own life in the Republic of China, every month on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, he will wear it to the modern day.

And when he traveled to the modern age, the time did not pass by a month, but continued from the previous day.

Mu Qiong decided that the hero would write an episode every time he travels, and then write an episode every month.

And now, he has written the first episode with a total of [-] words.

He wrote this story very smoothly, and there are not many places that need to be revised, but he still has to transcribe it before submitting it.

Mu Qiong has learned calligraphy in modern times, including hard pen calligraphy, and practiced several types of fonts according to the copybooks.

When he wrote "Studying Abroad" and "Seeking Medical Treatment" before, he always used regular script in order to make it easier to familiarize himself with traditional Chinese characters and to allow people from Dazhong Daily to read the characters clearly.

But now... Mu Qiong took out the manuscript and began to copy it in cursive.

At the same time, he also gave himself a new pseudonym, called "Tianxing".

Godsend.

When he didn’t work as a teacher in Ping’an Middle School, Mu Qiong didn’t know much about the magazines in Shanghai today, but recently he got to know Sheng Chaohui. Sheng Chaohui is still very fond of buying books, so he borrowed some from Sheng Chaohui. Looking at newspapers and magazines, I also found some submission addresses from above.

Finally, he locked "Hope Monthly" as the object of submission.

When he was in modern times, he had never heard of this "Hope Monthly". Maybe it was like many magazines and newspapers in this period. , and disappeared into history.

But at this time, the Hope Monthly was selling well in Shanghai. After reading a few issues, Mu Qiong decided that the Hope Monthly should be organized by progressive young people with relatively advanced thinking.

He sealed the manuscript paper he wrote in a large envelope, filled in the address of Hope Monthly, put a stamp on it, and mailed it out.

He didn't leave his address in it, and directly stated that he didn't need a manuscript fee, and he didn't even let anyone know that he wrote such a thing and sent it out.

He intends to use the pseudonym Tianxing well. All the "inappropriate" articles he writes in the future will be published under this pseudonym, and then he will firmly cover his waistcoat.

After Mu Qiong sent the letter, he went to work in Ping An Middle School as usual.

He set a rule for himself, he had to write [-] words of "seeking medical treatment" every day, and after finishing the [-] words, he could do other things, such as preparing lessons, or writing short English essays.

Like this morning, he finished writing [-] words of "Seeking a Doctor" and took another class. In the afternoon, except for class, he spent all his time writing English essays.

He has already written many short essays, and those life scenes have almost been written, and the instinct of a writer has emerged again... Mu Qiong simply wrote a few short stories.

For example, when an international student came to a foreign country, he made jokes because of the language barrier.

This kind of story is more interesting, maybe readers will like to read it more.

In addition, stories such as Newton being smashed by an apple can also be written.

Even, he can even write chicken soup articles such as Washington's cutting down trees... Of course, he can't really write this. He doesn't want to mislead others with fake stories. He will write some real stories based on the information he has read. Stories, or simply purely made-up inspirational stories.

Writing this kind of short essay couldn't be easier for Mu Qiong.

It took him less than half an hour to write one article, and this afternoon, he wrote five articles in one go.

When Wei Ting came to Mu Qiong with a few essays in Chinese written by himself, he was shocked to see Mu Qiong's achievements these days. After he read the articles written by Mu Qiong, he couldn't put them down again.

"These stories are so well written that they can be read over and over again!" Wei Ting took Mu Qiong's new stories and couldn't put them down.

People at this time, even foreigners, can read very few books and materials, and domestic scholars can read even fewer books. Wei Ting has basically never read such a story before.

"I suggest that everyone who learns English recite them." Mu Qiong said that he used a lot of dialogue in these stories, and memorizing them is very beneficial for learning English.

"I have to memorize it, I must memorize it! Memorizing these is much more useful than memorizing those awkward ancient prose." Wei Ting said: "After reading what you wrote, I think the articles I wrote for domestic children are not good enough."

As Wei Ting spoke, he showed Mu Qiong several articles he had written.

When he first met Mu Qiong, he regarded Mu Qiong as a junior, but recently he got along with Mu Qiong a lot, and he regarded Mu Qiong as a peer.

Mu Qiong took the article and looked at it.

Wei Ting's knowledge and writing skills are not bad. He has tried his best to write these stories in vernacular, which is easy to understand, but it is too preachy and lacks some interest.

Of course, it is not impossible for children to read these things. In fact, there are articles like this in modern textbooks.

"These articles are very good and can be used completely. But apart from these, I think I can also write some interesting short stories, such as diverging idioms such as deceiving ears and stealing bells, blind men touching elephants, foxes pretending to be tigers, and sitting in a well to watch the sky, and write interesting idiom stories. "Mu Qiong made some comments.

In modern times, every child has read idiom stories, but there are really no such stories at this time!

Mu Qiong thinks these can be written and written. In addition, children should also like stories about crows drinking water and magic brush Ma Liang.

The stories written by Wei Ting are intended for children who have just learned to read and are under the age of ten. The simpler and more interesting the better.

"Mu Qiong, I don't know how your brain is so long, it's so flexible!" Wei Ting looked at Mu Qiong in admiration: "I think you should write, it should be much more interesting than mine, please help me write more A few! When the time comes for the signature of this book, I will put you first!"

"I'm afraid I don't have time...Actually, I can talk about these stories, and it's okay for Teacher Sheng and the others to write them." Mu Qiong said.

It didn't take much time for Mu Qiong to write these stories, and he didn't even need to think to write them, but if he really wanted to write them, he probably wouldn't be able to break away from the frame of such stories he had read before.

He always felt that this was not good.

He figured it would be better to let someone else write some new stories.

Moreover, letting Sheng Chaohui and the others write and write can also cultivate talents in this field, so that more people can pay attention to basic education.

If we want the people of this era to wake up, we must first make them literate!

Otherwise, how can a person who only has farming in his mind, planning to plant the land himself, let his son plant the land for the rest of his life, and let the grandson plant the land for the rest of his life, how can he be sober?

Wei Ting also felt that he let Mu Qiong write everything, which was a bit too much to squeeze Mu Qiong, so he said immediately: "We can discuss it with Xiao Sheng, he has been running a newspaper, and he is good at writing."

After Wei Ting made his decision, Mu Qiong immediately called Sheng Chaohui.

"These stories..." Sheng Chaohui's eyes lit up when he heard it: "These stories are written, can they be published in my education newspaper first? My education newspaper will not be able to continue, I think we must change the way Just do it!"

When Mu Qiong heard Sheng Chaohui's words, his heart moved.

If only I had a newspaper of my own...

All the people can read these stories, and there are so many children studying in Shanghai now... I think they will definitely be sold.