The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

East of Tianjin City.

This is a concession that is not a concession.

When the Eight-Power Allied Forces invaded China, the French army took the opportunity to occupy the East Bureau of Tianjin Machinery Bureau, and at the same time occupied the nearby wasteland to build barracks. From the barracks to the French garrison headquarters in Zizhulin, a light railway was illegally built in the middle, and a large area of ​​land along the way was illegally occupied by the French.

As the saying goes: the musket pointed at the purple bamboo forest, why did you ask the owner of the borrowed place. Strong bandits hide absurdities in their guns, and weak teachers sell articles at their knees.

The French barracks had been dismantled long ago, but the shooting range remained and became a place for foreign devils to have fun.

"This is an M1916 rifle with a magazine capacity of 5 rounds, and a bayonet can be installed at the front of the stock." Li Fusen, the commander of the French garrison, acted as the explainer himself. The foreign devil pulled the bolt and aimed at the fixed target in front of him.

"boom!"

One shot hit the bullseye.

"Good marksmanship!" Zhou Hexuan clapped his hands in praise.

Li Fusen explained the essentials, threw the gun to Zhou Hexuan, and said with a smile, "You can try it too."

Zhou Hexuan learned how to put the butt of the gun on his shoulder, aimed at the three-point line, and pulled the trigger-bang!

The long body of the gun suddenly rose, and the huge recoil hit his shoulder with pain. As for the bullet that was fired just now, I don't know where it flew.

Li Fusen laughed: "Haha, Charles, you are very talented in shooting. It was the first time you played with a rifle and you didn't let go."

"I will take this sentence as a compliment." Zhou Hexuan said speechlessly.

Marshal Chu gave Zhou Hexuan a ten-day vacation, of course he wanted to make use of it and begged Li Fusen to come to the shooting range to practice shooting. Now that the army is in chaos, there is one more self-defense skill, which can be used someday if it is not guaranteed.

But the design of this old-fashioned rifle is really bad. The distance between the butt and the shoulder is too short, and the bullets can easily fly into the sky. If you shoot with the butt under your armpit, novices can't handle it at all, and it's common to miss the target.

There is no way, Zhou Hexuan can only start from easy to difficult, first practice the posture of shooting guns on the stomach, so that it is easier to master the balance.

Li Fusen felt bored watching it for a while, so he went to play on his own. The garrison commander would shoot for several hours a week.

"Bang bang bang..."

After Zhou Hexuan fired more than 50 rounds, he was finally able to guarantee that he would never miss the target, and gradually mastered some skills.

Li Shuanzhu looked at the hot eyes, rubbed his hands and said, "Mr. Zhou, can I touch this gun?"

The Fengtian warlords are backed by the Japanese, and most of their purchases are Japanese-style firearms. Li Shuanzhu, as Chu Yupu's direct guard, used the best gun he had ever used, which was only 38 bucks. The French M1916 rifle made his hands itchy.

"Here!" Zhou Hexuan handed over the gun with a smile.

Li Shuanzhu groped for a while, then squatted down and fired at the target, unexpectedly hitting the edge of the target. He then shot again, and this time he was close to the target.

"Not bad!" Zhou Hexuan was greatly surprised. He didn't expect that Li Shuanzhu, who looked silly, would be so good at marksmanship, no wonder he was selected into the guard directly under the commander-in-chief.

Li Shuanzhu chuckled and said, "It's nothing to me, the handsome is the best."

Zhou Hexuan handed him a cigarette and asked, "Why is the commander so powerful?"

"The commander-in-chief can shoot wherever he wants, from such a distance just now, he can hit a sparrow in the eye with one shot," Li Shuanzhu said adoringly, "The commander-in-chief is not only good at marksmanship, but also fierce at cutting people. He used to lead the team every time Charge, with a big knife and chop the shit out of the enemy, we veterans will obey him."

Zhou Hexuan was speechless, as expected in this era, those who can get ahead in this era are not so good. It's really unimaginable that Chu Yupu, who is only about 1.6 meters tall, can lead an army to charge with a sword?

After half an afternoon of rifle practice, Zhou Hexuan switched to pistol practice.

This short guy makes it even more evil. Once the distance exceeds 50 meters, the bullet's landing point is completely random, and whether it can hit is purely luck.

Thinking about the film and television works of the later generations, the protagonists can get headshots across the street, and the hit rate is comparable to that of a sniper rifle.

things in fairy tale are lies……

Li Shuanzhu seemed to be addicted to playing with guns, and he kept asking on the way back: "Mr. Zhou, when can we go to the shooting range again?"

"You like shooting guns so much, you can follow the commander to the barracks." Zhou Hexuan laughed.

Li Shuanzhu said: "The bullets in the barracks are very expensive. How can they shoot casually like today?"

Only then did Zhou Hexuan remember that China was short of guns and ammunition at this time, so he didn't dare to let the soldiers do what they wanted. A recruit can fire 10 rounds of ammunition from enlistment to the battlefield, and such a unit can already be called an elite unit.

Especially in the early period of the Republic of China, the war between warlords was a wonderful thing: the officers of both sides stood behind to supervise the battle, the attackers rushed forward in a swarm, and the defenders picked up their guns and beat them randomly. Everyone wants to finish the bullet quickly, and then have a reason to retreat. There used to be such an interesting story in Sichuan, where the common people helped the old and the young to go out of the city to watch the battle, and regarded the warlords' war as a report performance, and some even shouted "Xiongqi" if they didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement!

Zhou Hexuan couldn't help but think: If I had traveled ten years earlier, maybe I would have led troops to fight for the world. Even a bastard like Zhang Zongchang can become a handsome man, so why can't I?

Of course, this kind of thought is just a thought, Zhou Hexuan really doesn't know how to fight.

Nowadays, wars are raging in China. Feng Yuxiang's National Army is fighting endlessly with Zhijun and Jinjun. Ye Ting's independent regiment also entered Hunan. Together with Tang Shengzhi and Wu Peifu, they fought hard.

The common people everywhere are miserable, but Zhou Hexuan lives happily. He just needs to stay in Tianjin to save his life, and wait for the principal to swear to the Northern Expedition. That Marshal Chu won't last long.

Zhou Hexuan returned to the concession in a rickshaw. As soon as he arrived at the gate of the Marshal's Mansion, two people rushed up to stop him.

"What are you doing!" Li Shuanzhu shouted loudly.

Zhou Hexuan stopped Li Shuanzhu, and asked with a smile, "Xiangji, why are you here?"

The person who came was Li Shoumin's second brother Li Xiangji. He introduced the middle-aged man beside him and said, "Mr. Zhou, this is my boss, Mr. Liu Huicheng Liu. He is the owner of Lili Bookstore."

Zhou Hexuan shook hands with Liu Huicheng and said, "Hello, Boss Liu."

"Mr. Zhou, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

Liu Huicheng said enthusiastically: "If you take the liberty of interrupting me today, I would like to invite Haihan."

Zhou Hexuan asked directly: "Is Boss Liu looking for something for me?"

"That's how it is," Liu Huicheng explained, "The Bookstore wants to publish Mr. Zhou's "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", can we discuss it?"

"The serialization hasn't finished yet." Zhou Hexuan laughed.

Now "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" has been serialized to Guo Jing and Huang Rong making a big fuss with the Iron Palm Gang. With the continuous advancement of the storyline, there are more and more die-hard fans. Readers are all over several provinces in North China, and even some places in the South have book fans, and they can't sleep without chasing updates every day.

Liu Huicheng said: "Although the novel is not finished, we can publish one or two volumes first."

"How do you calculate the royalties?" Zhou Hexuan asked with a smile.

"How about 15%?" Liu Huicheng gave a price with no idea.

During the period of the Republic of China, the royalties were always very high. In the past few years, Taidong Bookstore paid 10% to Guo Moruo; Hu Shi’s first edition royalties in Xinyue Society were 15% and 20% for reprints; Beixin Bookstore’s royalties to Lu Xun were generally 20%. It reached 25%; Liang Qichao's edition price was the highest, once reaching 40%, and he even proposed "self-printing package sales, 40% off for settlement", which means that he pays for the printing himself, and the bookstore helps to do agency sales, and the author gets 60% of the selling price .

Zhou Hexuan was noncommittal after hearing this, and said to Li Xiangji: "I asked your brother to come out for dinner on weekends, see you later."

After finishing speaking, Zhou Hexuan turned around and walked towards the Marshal's Mansion.

"Wait a minute," Liu Huicheng tugged on Zhou Hexuan's sleeve, "Mr. Zhou, the price is negotiable, I'm willing to give 25%!"

Good guy, it has suddenly increased by 10 points, which is equivalent to the highest price of Lu Xun's royalties.

Zhou Hexuan counter-offered: "For Xiangji's sake, the royalties are 30%, and the price will be calculated separately when the full set is reprinted."

Liu Huicheng thought about the popularity of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", gritted his teeth and said, "That's it!"