Literary Heroes of the Republic of China

Fortunately, Mu Qiong saw a rickshaw at the gate of Chongxin Middle School.

He asked Zhu Wanwan to sit on it with the wooden bucket, and then asked the coachman to pull slowly, and he followed behind, finally freeing his hands.

When they arrived at Ping An Middle School, Ping An Middle School was already very lively.

The lame old man at the door was heating hot water for the children, Feng Xiaoya was distributing breakfast to the boarding students, Zhou Laosan was digging the ground, and there were many students studying.

Most of these students read English, so that making such a down-to-earth school like Ping An Middle School look taller, Zhu Wanwan couldn't help but feel a little restrained.

"Mother, let's go in." Mu Qiong picked up the wooden barrel and led Zhu Wanwan in.

"Morning, Teacher Mu!"

"Hello, Teacher Mu!"

As soon as Mu Qiong entered, the students greeted him one after another.

"It's early for you too." Mu Qiong said with a smile.

Zhu Wanwan was honored to see these students all calling Teacher Mu Qiong, and finally she was not as restrained as she was at first.

"Mother, let's put the fish in the cafeteria, and then go sit in my office." Mu Qiong said.

Zhu Wanwan nodded.

Mu Qiong put the fish he brought with Feng Xiaoya, and then took Zhu Wanwan to the teacher's office.

The students in the school are all here, but the teachers in the office haven't come yet, it's empty inside.

Mu Qiong gave up his chair to Zhu Wanwan, and moved a student domino stool to sit on the outside of his desk—his desk was so big that two people could sit on it.

"Aren't you going to cook?" Zhu Wanwan asked.

"Let's go later." Mu Qiong said: "Mother, didn't I assign homework for you yesterday? You should do it first."

Zhu Wanwan did bring the homework assigned by Mu Qiong. Now that she heard what Mu Qiong said, she took out her notebook and pencil and began to write.

When Mu Qiong saw her using a pencil, he remembered that she didn't have a pen. He gave Zhu Wanwan one of his pens to write.

After the two sat for a while, other teachers came one after another.

Mu Qiong introduced Zhu Wanwan, and they greeted Zhu Wanwan one after another.

Teacher Zhong said: "I have heard Mu Qiong talk about you a long time ago, and now I finally see you."

Sheng Chaohui said: "Aunt Zhu, I have eaten the food you cooked for Mu Qiong, it was very delicious!"

Another teacher said: "Ms. Zhu can cultivate such a talent as Mu Qiong, it's really amazing."

Even Wei Ting said, "Ms. Zhu, you can treat Ping'an Middle School as your home, don't be restrained."

Mu Qiong didn't hide things about his family from others, but he didn't tell anyone who his father was, so these people called Zhu Wanwan "Ms. Zhu".

Zhu Wanwan had never been called that before, she felt extremely uncomfortable and didn't know how to reply.

Mu Qiong said: "Today at noon, I asked my mother to make fish for everyone to eat."

Sheng Chaohui was the first to agree: "Good!" Then, the others also expressed their thanks.

Everyone could see Zhu Wanwan's restrained appearance. After the introduction, no one went to talk to her, so as not to make her feel even more uncomfortable.

Besides, everyone has other things to do.

Zhu Wanwan was originally a person with a very weak sense of presence, and no one talked to her, so her sense of presence was even weaker, and she kept her head buried in her homework, but Mu Qiong looked at her and found that she was very happy.

Zhu Wanwan quickly finished the homework assigned by Mu Qiong yesterday. Mu Qiong saw that she was no longer so nervous. It happened that the students had all gone to class, so she said, "Mom, I'll take you out for a walk."

Mu Qiong took Zhu Wanwan, moved a stool to the classroom where Sheng Chaohui was teaching, and sat at the back.

Zhu Wanwan was very uncomfortable, and when she saw Sheng Chaohui looking over, she froze, but Sheng Zhaohui didn't say anything, and Mu Qiong also acted calmly, so she gradually relaxed.

Mu Qiong took her to a Chinese class.

If Zhu Wanwan listened to other classes rashly, she would definitely not understand, but the Chinese class is different.

Even though Zhu Wanwan didn't know many words, she could still understand them.

After listening to a class, Mu Qiong said: "Mother, you are free in the future, you can go to the class."

At Zhu Wanwan's age, it is impossible to go to school, but it doesn't matter to attend lectures in school.

Even if she can't learn anything, she can increase her knowledge.

"Qiong'er, thank you." Zhu Wanwan choked out a sob.

She doesn't know how envious her daughter is of being able to study... She never thought that she could also study.

Ping'an Middle School had three classes in the morning, and Zhu Wanwan followed Sheng Chaohui to listen to two Chinese classes. In the third class, she went to the kitchen.

Then at noon that day, when the school teacher went to the cafeteria, he saw several dishes that were delicious and delicious.

The Mu family used to be considered a big family, and the kitchen had a lot of ingredients for practice. They even invited chefs from the hotel to cook for the family treats. Zhu Wanwan cooks more and sees more, and her cooking skills may not be as good as those chefs. Comparing with Feng Xiaoya, they are one in the sky and one in the bottom.

She made sweet and sour fish, and Feng Xiaoya bought it for boiled pork. She cut off part of the fat and boiled the pork, cut the remaining half into thin slices and fried garlic leaves, and chopped the other half into minced meat, and then beat it Two eggs make ten delicate egg dumplings.

In addition, she also fried a plate of broccoli with oil residue.

These few dishes are quite simple, but the taste is very good, and they are freshly prepared.

Most of the dishes brought by the teachers were prepared last night, and Feng Xiaoya steamed them after they were left overnight... The meat dishes were alright, nothing could be seen, and the appearance of those vegetarian dishes was really terrible.

What Zhu Wanwan did was different.

She is not like Feng Xiaoya, the green vegetables and garlic leaves are boiled in the pot until they turn yellow, and the fried vegetables are still green, which makes people feel delicious.

"Mu Qiong, your mother's craftsmanship is really good." Wei Ting praised, and other teachers also praised.

"If everyone likes it, my mother can cook a few dishes every day." Mu Qiong said.Other teachers didn't bring their family members to school, so he did. Although Wei Ting said it's okay, others will have opinions if they don't keep them all.

However, if Zhu Wanwan helped to cook, everyone would have no objections.

"How embarrassing." Sheng Chaohui said quickly, his face was full of expectation when he said that.

"It's just a matter of convenience... I also have to do it at home." Zhu Wanwan said.

Seeing Zhu Wanwan speaking, Mu Qiong was a little surprised.

It was indeed right to let Zhu Wanwan get in touch with more people.

In the afternoon, Zhu Wanwan went to attend classes again. When she wasn't attending classes, she was with Feng Xiaoya.

Feng Xiaoya respected Mu Qiong very much. Zhu Wanwan was Mu Qiong's mother, so she respected her even more. She didn't let Zhu Wanwan do any heavy work, and she didn't even let Zhu Wanwan touch her hands when washing vegetables.

That is cooking...

Feng Xiaoya also knew that the dishes she cooked were not tasty, and she would not stop Zhu Wanwan from cooking, but she took over all the work of cutting vegetables and washing pots.

Before school was over that day, Zhu Wanwan helped cook two more dishes.Wei Ting paid the food fee and ate at school, but Feng Xiaoya didn't know how to cook, so she helped.

Zhu Wanwan didn't do anything else, just scrambled eggs with garlic leaves, and fried lettuce slices.

When school was about to leave, Mu Qiong and Wei Ting walked into the cafeteria together, and saw that Zhu Wanwan had already served the dishes on the table.

"Mu Qiong, your mother's cooking skills are really good!" Wei Ting said, "This dish looks delicious!"

"Principal Wei likes it, and I will help cook some of the dishes for dinner in the future." Zhu Wanwan said flattered.

"How embarrassing..." Wei Ting said, suddenly thought of something: "Why don't you eat dinner here in the future? Mu Qiong, you can pick up your sister after school, and come back after eating here Home, to save you from having to do it when you go home.”

Mu Qiong had to admit that what Wei Ting said was a good idea.

If you don't cook any complicated dishes, cooking is actually very fast, but cooking rice takes time, and they cook after they get home, and it must be very late to eat.

"At that time, your mother will contribute and I will contribute money, so we can eat together." Wei Ting said again, although he was short of money, after writing a few manuscripts, he still had money for food.

Mu Qiong thought about it and agreed.It's just that Wei Ting can't let Wei Ting pay all the food expenses, and he can just add it to Li when the time comes.

After the agreement was made, Wei Ting asked Mu Qiong to pick up Mu Changyu, and asked Zhu Wanwan to fry a few more eggs.

After all, Zhu Wanwan didn't scramble eggs, but made another egg drop soup - one egg can make a big pot of egg drop soup, which is the most cost-effective.

On this day, Mu Qiong's family had dinner at Ping'an Middle School before returning home.

On the way home, Zhu Wanwan didn't talk about this and that like Mu Changyu, but Mu Qiong keenly felt that she was very happy.

When the three of them were studying at night, Zhu Wanwan also recited a poem to Mu Changyu.

Mu Changyu had never heard of this poem before, and immediately pestered her to teach it, and Zhu Wanwan began to teach it seriously.

Mu Qiong saw that one of them was serious about teaching and the other was serious about learning, so he didn't dare to say that this poem was actually written by Sheng Chaohui, but it was actually very ordinary.

Mu Qiong's family is happy and harmonious, Fu's family, Fu Huai'an is still having trouble with Fu Yun'an.

But Fu Yun'an didn't notice.

He was too busy to care about his younger brother's little thoughts.

When he was abroad, he saw how miserable the life of those Chinese laborers who were tricked into Europe was. He was also discriminated against, or beaten and scolded for no reason because of their different races.

This is all because their country is too weak.

He has always wanted to make his country stronger.

As for practicing medicine... When he started studying medicine, he just wanted to understand why he liked men, but after studying a lot, he fell in love with being a doctor.

Moreover, being a doctor really gave him a lot of convenience.

Everyone is willing to make friends with him as a doctor.

Recently, the news that he was going to open a hospital was released, and many people were willing to invest. After thinking about it, he signed a contract with a few of them who are quite famous in Shanghai.

His network of relationships has grown even bigger.

It was already very late for Fu Yun'an to finish his work, and just after he finished his work, someone said: "Third Young Master, I am lucky to have sent the manuscript over today."

"Show me." Fu Yunan said.

He has now developed a habit of reading novels when he is tired.

Mu Qiong's novels are the ones he reads the most. In addition, he also likes Tianxing's novels...but Tianxing writes too few.

The manuscript that Tianxing sent before was likely to cause controversy after it was published, so I don't know what was written in today's manuscript.

In the previous article, it was written that the protagonist Zhang Xing recovered from pneumonia and was called a miracle, and a month later, he came back a hundred years later.

He wanted to know what medicine people would use to treat themselves a hundred years later, but he couldn't understand what the nurse said, so he asked the patient, but the patient couldn't say anything.

At this time, Zhang Xing's attending doctor called Zhang Xing to his office, intending to check on Zhang Xing's condition.

As a result, Zhang Xing saw an ancient style calendar on his desk, and began to criticize it, saying that the words on it were not well written,

The attending doctor knew that Zhang Xing regarded himself as an ancient person, so he simply asked someone to bring the red paper and brush and ink used to write couplets during the activities in their courtyard during the Chinese New Year, and let Zhang Xing write on it.

With a flick of his pen, Zhang Xing wrote some words.

The attending doctor had foresight, and immediately realized that Zhang Xing's handwriting was very good, so he simply bought a good pen and ink for Zhang Xing to write.

Zhang Xing wrote it, but he was puzzled, and asked him why he admired calligraphy... After all, since the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, everyone began to learn to use pens. Not only that, but some people thought that Chinese characters should be abolished.

The doctor in charge said that this is traditional culture, and that Zhang Xing’s handwriting is so good, he must have been in elementary school, and his family background is probably good, so we can start from here to help him find his family.

Traditional Culture?Zhang Xing was stunned.

When Fu Yun'an read this article, he knew that those who advocated complete westernization might have objections to Tianxing.Of course, there should be many people who will support Zhang Xing.

There will probably be another debate in the newspapers.

But Tianxing shouldn't mind... This person can even give them the method of making priceless medicine casually, and he doesn't care at all about novels that can make people famous and rich, so how could he be afraid of people talking about it?

I don't know what was written in today's manuscript.

Fu Yun'an looked at it seriously, and then saw the computer with Zhang Xing.

Zhang Xing didn't know what a computer was. After much deliberation, he finally guessed that a computer should be a device for playing movies.

But in just a hundred years, there are already many things in this world.

In this novel, one after another, all of them are unimaginable things, but Fu Yun'an has read a lot, and now he is used to it.

However, even though he was used to it, when he saw one of the plots, he still froze.

That's not really a plot, that is, the son is a doctor's cleaner, and she tries to get her son married in a different way, and she even works as a cleaner in the hospital to facilitate the forced marriage.

Fu Yun'an seemed to see his mother.

In the novel, Zhang Xing knew this by accident, and advised the mother to relax, but the mother said: "How can I relax, you said that if he had been in love before, I would be relieved, but he looks so When I grow up, don't talk about girlfriends, I haven't even talked about boyfriends, it seems like I have an emotional disorder, do you think I can not worry?"

Zhang Xing knew what his girlfriend and boyfriend meant. He had heard from the nurses before, but... the doctor was a man, right?Boy friend?

Zhang Xingzheng was wondering, and the aunt said again: "Hey! He is already in his thirties! Why doesn't he know how to find someone? I thought he liked men..."

"Like men?" Zhang Xing was surprised.

"What's wrong?" the old lady asked.

"It's against ethics to like men..."

"What's against the rules, do you really think you're living in ancient times? Now men can marry men." The aunt gave Zhang Xing a white look.

Zhang Xing was dumbfounded.

He asked his patient again, and was told that men can marry men, and women can marry women.

"Then how do you have children? What about family inheritance?"

"Have children? A man and a woman may not necessarily have children if they get married! It's none of your business whether they have children or not?" The patient also gave Zhang Xing a blank look.

Zhang Xing's heart was like a stormy sea.

He never imagined that people in this era could do such a thing.

He has heard of such things as playing opera, and he has known about splitting peaches and broken sleeves for a long time, but if he plays again, he should get married and have children, and continue to descendants...

How can people at this time be like this!

Zhang Xing was very depressed, but Fu Yun'an took a few deep breaths before calming down.

He knew that Tianxing's writing should only be to reflect the freedom and equality a hundred years later, but it cannot be denied that his mood now is extremely complicated.

If all this is true, if he lives in such an era, then he...

He might be able to find a partner without hiding his strangeness.

The Fu family has never been his home. As for the Huo family, he sometimes feels that he can't blend in.

Even though he has a very good relationship with his two elder brothers and one younger sister, he always remembers that he was out of tune with their family when he was a child.

He actually wanted a home of his own.

Fu Yun'an suddenly thought of Mu Qiong again.

Maybe he can try, and he can work hard for such a future.