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Chapter 23 Writing in the Republic of China (22)

Li Jingliang got off the rickshaw and saw the four characters "Luming Middle School" at the school gate, and couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.

If it weren't for Tang Nan, he wouldn't have to transfer from Kaiming Middle School to this school! Luming Middle School is not as famous as Kaiming Middle School, and the transfer cost the family a lot of money.

Li Jingliang's teeth itch with hatred whenever he thinks that his current situation is due to Tang Nan. Tang Nan looks humane on the outside, but secretly he is a treacherous villain! Look at all the bad things he did. Is that something a normal person can do? Even if he committed suicide, he was also implicated!

Many people in the school knew that he had a close relationship with Tang Nan. Tang Nan often went to their class to look for him in a brazen manner, so after Tang Nan's affair was revealed and his reputation was ruined, Li Jingliang was also implicated, and his classmates pointed fingers at him. There was also a lot of talk about him behind his back.

In order to temporarily avoid the limelight, Li Jingliang had no choice but to transfer to another school. For this reason, his family gave the principal a lot of money.

"Good morning, Classmate Li." Someone put a hand on his shoulder. He looked back and found that it was Fu Kemao. His family ran a bank and he was very rich, so he immediately showed a warm smile: "Classmate Fu, Good morning."

The two of them walked to the classroom together. On the way, Fu Kemao asked enthusiastically: "Have you read "The Rise of the Dynasty" published in the "Beiping Novel Newspaper" yesterday?"

Li Jingliang nodded matter-of-factly. In Luming Middle School, people who have not watched "The Rise of Dynasties" can't even join the social circle. This novel, which was serialized in the "Beiping Novel Newspaper" two weeks ago, quickly swept the entire campus with overwhelming momentum. Boys and girls were discussing the novel enthusiastically after class.

Li Jingliang himself is also a loyal reader of this novel, so when he heard Fu Kemao's question, he immediately started talking non-stop: "Of course I read it. Yesterday Xu Wangmu organized the villagers to start catching locusts to eat," he said. He frowned in disgust and quickly ignored the pickled food and asked a question that worried him: "The locusts will eventually be eaten. What will Xu Wangmu do then?"

Fu Kemao shook his head and replied with a deep expression: "Compared to this... I have a more curious question."

"What?"

Fu Kemao swallowed his saliva and asked with a look of fascination; "Do you think the locusts are really as delicious as the author Lin Zhongqi said? Not only do they smell delicious, they also taste like chicken!"

Li Jingliang was really choked. He said dryly: "How do I know? I haven't eaten it."

Fu Kemao said in confusion: "Your family is a grain merchant, have you never tasted it in your own land?"

Li Jingliang: Damn you are mentally retarded.

If his surname hadn't been Fu, Li Jingliang would have started to hate him long ago. What does this young master mean? Do you really think he is one of those dirt-legged people digging in the fields? He Fu Kemao is the eldest young master, but he is not? His family is not so poor that they want him to eat bugs!

He twitched the corners of his mouth with an unkind expression and smiled: "Sorry, I haven't eaten it."

Fu Kemao didn't know whether he was really stupid or pretending to be stupid. He didn't seem to notice the bad look on Li Jingliang's face at all. Instead, he said coyly: "Then... let's go to my farm in the suburbs to catch locusts and eat them on the weekend?"

Li Jingliang: Dirty words, dirty words, dirty words...

"It just so happens that I introduce my friend to you."

Li Jingliang wiped his face and said with a smile: "Okay, I will definitely go!" Damn it, for the sake of connections, I worked hard!

The duck-egg yolk-like sunset clings tightly to the eaves in front, and smoke has risen from the roofs of several houses. People are rushing on the streets, and the vendors walking along the streets are working hard to give their last shouts.

"Cut your hair, sharpen your knife and replace it with scissors~"

"Selling sesame oil, authentic sesame oil!"

"We are selling locusts, fresh locusts, chicken-flavored locusts just caught from the fields this morning!" A rickshaw stopped in front of the shouting hawker, and a scholar in a long gown stepped out of it. Even the hawkers who traveled all over the country couldn't help but their eyes lit up when they saw him, and they secretly sighed in their hearts at his good looks.

This gentleman was not very old, probably a young man, fair and clean, and he could tell at a glance that he was a serious scholar, and he was prettier than his daughter.

"Are you selling locusts?"

The gentleman's face looked a little strange, and the vendor quickly explained: "You don't know something, sir. Don't look at the ugly locusts, but they are good things. They all grow up eating crops, and the food is more expensive than what I eat, so It’s a great supplement for people to eat!” Jing still didn't believe it, so the hawker added: "This is not what I said. This was said by Mr. Lin Zhongqi who wrote an article in the newspaper. Since Mr. Lin talked about the benefits of locusts in "The Rise of Dynasty", Many rich men hire people to catch locusts in the fields and eat them!"

The young man, Le Jing, was silent for a while. Should we say that we are worthy of the people of the country who are big foodies? The focus is always so strange. After this, according to his subsequent plot description, there won't be anyone stupid enough to eat Guanyin soil, right?

Le Jing naturally had his intention in allowing the protagonist Xu Wangmu to travel to such an era of famine and famine with constant war. Because the situation of Dahua in the book is so similar to that of the Republic of China!

Le Jing has carefully read through the humiliating modern history, so he knows what will happen next in this troubled country.

In 1929, eight northern provinces suffered from famine, and Shaanxi was the worst hit. The fields did not produce any crops for three years, which was known as the famine of the 18th year of the Republic of China. What is famine? "Er Ya·Shi Tian" says: "Edible vegetables are not cooked, which is famine." Ninety-one of the 92 counties in Shaanxi were affected by the disaster, and more than 13 million people died, including more than 2 million people who starved to death. So there are five words that often appear in history books to describe famine: "Great famine, people eat each other."

In 1931, the Yangtze River flooded, 100 million people were affected, and more than 3 million people died. It was known as the Yangtze and Huaihe River flood, and the great famine people eat each other.

In 1934, there was a severe drought in the country, and people were cannibalistic; in 1936, there was a severe famine in Sichuan and Gansu, famine, and people were cannibalistic; in 1941, there was a severe famine in Guangdong, famine, and people were cannibalistic; in 1942, there was a severe famine in Henan, famine, and people were cannibalistic; in 1943, there was another severe famine in Guangdong, famine, and people were cannibalistic; in 1946, there was a severe famine in the south, famine, and people were cannibalistic…

This was the Republic of China, where the average life expectancy was 35 years old and people ate each other.

Le Jing loved freedom and the beauty of human nature the most in his life, so he hated the Republic of China because of this. Because the Republic of China, this big dye vat, dyed everything white into black, and everything beautiful into ugly. Looking at modern history, apart from the sporadic brilliance of human nature that illuminated the era, what he saw most was the savage bestiality of human beings in the struggle between life and death.

Le Jing didn't know what he could change when he came to this era, and maybe he couldn't change anything. But at least he wanted to tell the people of this era about his valuable experience from the future. He wanted to tell them that locusts can be used to satisfy hunger, which wild vegetables are non-toxic and can be eaten, that eating Guanyin soil will kill people, some tips for survival in the wild, etc.

He didn't know how many people this could help survive, but this was the only thing he could do at the moment.

And from the words of the peddler, at least his efforts were of some use, which made him very relieved.

When Le Jing returned home, he found Yang Jinglun waiting for him.

It was not time to submit the manuscript yet, so Le Jing asked, "What's the matter?"

Yang Jinglun said, "Sir, Mr. Zheng Yiliang sent a letter to our magazine, and I'm here to deliver the letter to you."

The envelope had been opened, which was natural. Le Jing was now a well-known writer, and every day there were letters from readers from all over the world sent to the editorial department. Readers' letters were generally opened and read by Yang Jinglun, and then some representative letters were forwarded to Le Jing, who replied on his behalf.

Le Jing opened the letter and glanced through it quickly. Mr. Zheng said that he had been in spiritual contact with the night watchman for a long time. Judging from his literary works and character, he felt that he and the night watchman must have a lot in common, so he wanted to ask Le Jing to pick a suitable time to go to his house for tea.

According to Le Jing's previous temper, he would definitely refuse this matter. But he thought of the assassination that led to Zheng Yiliang's death three years later, and he couldn't help but hesitate.

He thought for a few seconds and decided to agree to the appointment.

He also learned about Zheng Yiliang from history books in later generations, and understood that he was an upright gentleman with a clear distinction between love and hate. It would be less worrying to associate with such a person. Moreover, Zheng Yiliang often spoke for him in the newspapers these days, and he would always go to thank him.

So after Yang Jinglun left, Le Jing wrote a reply to Zheng Yiliang. He began by stating his admiration and yearning for Zheng Yiliang, then thanked Zheng Yiliang for defending him in the newspaper, and finally said that in order to express his gratitude, he would host Zheng Yiliang for dinner at his home on Sunday, and he would definitely welcome him.

Zheng Yiliang was talking to his friend when he received the reply. He couldn't help laughing after reading the letter from the servant.

"Okay, okay, that's generous." He looked up at his depressed friend, and his heart moved: "Do you have anything to do on Sunday? Why don't you go with me to see the night watchman?" Zheng Yiliang told his friend about how he invited the night watchman to dinner, but the night watchman invited him back.

Zhou Dezhang, the principal of Kaiming Middle School, glanced at his friend with concern, knowing that he wanted him to go out for a walk to relax. He was indeed very upset these days because of those dirty and filthy big smokers in the government, and it would be nice to go out and relax.

"I've read his articles, they're really good, I'd be fine to meet him." Zhou Dezhang asked, "What kind of person is he?"

Zheng Yiliang answered without hesitation, "Judging from his writing style and content, he must be a few years older than me."

Zhou Dezhang is already in his forties, and he and Zheng Yiliang are close friends regardless of age, so he smiled and said, "Then it would be nice to have another close friend regardless of age."

The author has something to say:

The principal is coming to visit my home, isn't it exciting? Hehehe.

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