The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

Throughout August, the war continued.

The Northern Expeditionary Army was victorious day by day, and it was like a broken bamboo, fighting from Hunan to Hubei.

Because of the help of Fengjun on the northern battlefield, Wu Peifu was finally able to mobilize the main force to go south. The result was still unstoppable. By the end of August, the Northern Expeditionary Army successfully captured Yuezhou, defeated Wu Peifu's main force, and pointed directly at the three towns of Wuhan.

The so-called "dead lips and cold teeth", Zhang Zuolin finally panicked when he saw Wu Peifu's death (deadly happy). After repelling Feng Yuxiang, Zhang Zuolin quickly dispatched troops to "support" Wu Peifu, and Chu Yupu, Zhang Zongchang and other ministries all went to the south. And Zhang Xueliang and other direct troops stayed in the north to stabilize the newly conquered territory.

At the beginning of September, Mu Chun, the commander of the 14th Cavalry Army of the Fengjun Army, ran amok and misbehaved in the occupied area, and even robbed a golden Buddha in a temple, which aroused public resentment.

Zhang Xueliang was ordered to go to clean up. Mu Chun had a division commander named Wang Yongqing, who ambush the snipers in advance when he heard the wind, and only opened fire when Zhang Xueliang got off the car to give a lecture.

When the train arrived at the station, Jiang Huanan, the captain of the guard, sensed that the atmosphere was not right, so he took the initiative to get off the train instead of Zhang Xueliang and give a lecture. As a result, as soon as he got off the ladder, Jiang Huanan was shot in the temple, and then the two sides started a gun battle, and Zhang Xueliang's special train was beaten into a sieve.

These old-fashioned warlords were so rebellious that they even dared to kill Zhang Xueliang when they were in a hurry, which shows how unstable the Feng Clan is. Such an army would be tough enough to deal with the Northern Expeditionary Army, not to mention the Japanese, and the battle went smoothly.

What happened on the battlefield has nothing to do with Zhou Hexuan. His energy is mainly focused on the education foundation, and the Hope Primary School will officially start in September.

Meng Xiaodong went back to Beiping to continue his studies, and the serialization of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was completed. On the day of the finale, "New Tianjin Evening News" was snapped up, and the streets and alleys were full of discussions about Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

The sales volume of "Shooting the Condors" has already exceeded 30,000 copies, and the royalties are settled every month. Zhou Hexuan's total income is more than 8,000 yuan (after tax). Lili Bookstore began to actively plan to edit and proofread the hardcover book again, and even specially invited an artist to make illustrations, this time preparing to sell it nationwide.

On the eve of the opening of Hope Primary School, Zhou Hexuan also received a sample booklet of "The Rise of Great Powers". He opened it and looked, suddenly dumbfounded.

The text of "The Rise of Great Powers" is less than 400,000 words, but the prefaces written by those gentlemen add up to more than 70,000 words. Chen Yinke and Wang Guowei were better off. Each of them only wrote a preface of a few thousand words. The most terrifying thing was Liang Qichao, who sent a preface with a length of 40,000 words.

Zhou Hexuan was speechless after reading the preface. Liang Qichao wrote a preface, it was clearly a historical research paper. He analyzed in detail the history writing method of "The Rise of Great Powers", and also mentioned the development direction of Western historiography in recent years, and praised Zhou Hexuan as the most authoritative world history expert in contemporary China.

This is not the first time Liang Qichao has done this kind of thing.

Six years ago, Jiang Baili wrote the "History of the European Renaissance", and invited Liang Qichao to make a preface. The text of this book is only 50,000 words, but Liang Qichao's preface was only 50,000 words. He probably thought it was too long, so he had to write another short preface, and renamed the long preface as "Introduction to Qing Dynasty Academics" and published it separately.

People who like to play mahjong can't afford to provoke them.

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On September 9, 30 Hope Primary Schools in Zhili area opened.

Among these schools, the largest has three teachers, and the smallest has only one teacher.

It's not that Zhou Hexuan doesn't want to make it bigger, but that few teachers are willing to go to poor rural areas, and there are not many school-age children who come to study.

In the vast rural areas, children as young as a few years old are already part of the labor force, and they can do everything from mowing grass, herding cattle, and feeding pigs. Even if they hope that elementary schools will be free of tuition fees and provide nutritious lunches, parents will not agree to send their children to study.

Girls, in particular, are regarded as money-losing goods by their parents, and they are ridiculed by neighbors and folks when they are sent to school.

Also, Hope Primary School has just opened, there is only first grade in the school, there are too many teachers and there is no class to teach.

The eastern outskirts of Tianjin.

After the sound of crackling firecrackers ended, Zhang Xueliang personally unveiled the plaque, which was engraved with ten characters of "Hope Primary School Tianjin No. 1 School". Among them, the four characters of "Hope Primary School" are written by Zhang Xueliang, and the other six characters are in ordinary print.

The school building is a few simple houses built on the wasteland. The walls are made of earthen structure, and the windows are wide open without even glass. In winter, the cold wind will gust into the interior.

The principal is Han Qingdong, an old master in his 50s. Wearing a long gown, he stood on an earthen platform and shouted hoarsely: "I invite Mr. Zhang Xueliang, the chairman of the China Hope Education Foundation, to give me a lecture!"

Zhang Xueliang was assassinated a few days ago, and even the captain of the guards around him died. He took the stage with a smile on his face at the moment, looked at more than a dozen children and the same number of reporters and said: "Education is the foundation of the country, and students are the hope of the nation. The China Hope Education Foundation, based on China's basic education, aims to Let children all over China be able to read... Your classrooms are very simple, but the knowledge you have learned is very precious. I hope everyone can work hard, study hard, and study hard for the country, the nation, and yourself... ..."

"Crack clap clap!"

There was a burst of warm applause, and the reporters also stood at various angles and began to take pictures.

After the lecture, the class officially started. More than a dozen students ran into the classroom excitedly, and Zhang Xueliang handed out brand new textbooks to them.

Well, these are all for show.

After all, Zhang Xueliang still wants to use this to raise his hopes and invite fame. You can't expect him to do it for nothing. From now on, the name of the school on the plaque of "Hope Primary School" will be written in Zhang Xueliang's handwriting, which is enough for many people to remember it.

Wenxiu walked up to the podium, wrote her name on the blackboard, and said, "My name is Wenxiu, and I will teach you Chinese from now on. You can call me Teacher Wen. Now everyone introduces themselves one by one. Let's choose one first." Class monitor." She pointed to the first student in the first row and said, "This student comes first."

The student who was named was about seven or eight years old, at a loss as to what to do, and looked at Wenxiu stupidly.

Wenxiu had to be patient and teach slowly. She said, "This classmate should stand up and tell me his last name, name, and age. Please stand up!"

The student finally got up timidly and said: "My name is Chen Dewang, I am 9 years old this year. Teacher, can I sit down?"

"Very good, next classmate." Wenxiu nodded.

The second student was clever and spoke very fast: "My name is Zhang Xiaowu. I am seven years old and I live in the xx Hutong in the east of the city. I can write my name and count to 100. The words in the newspaper can be written by me. I also know a few. Teacher, I'm done."

Wenxiu was very satisfied with this student, she asked: "Student Zhang Xiaowu, have you ever studied before?"

"Teacher, I haven't read a book, but I have sold newspapers." Zhang Xiaowu pointed to Zhou Hexuan who was watching the lecture outside the door and said, "I have seen that gentleman, and I also sold him a few copies of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" .”

Zhou Hexuan couldn't help laughing, and finally recognized Zhang Xiaowu as the newspaper boy he met on the street.

After all the students introduced themselves, Wenxiu clapped her hands and said, "I propose Zhang Xiaowu to be the class monitor. If you agree, please raise your hand."

Hulala held up a large piece, and the appointment was considered approved.

Wenxiu has already entered the state, smiled and said: "Very good, now please open the first lesson of the textbook and read aloud with the teacher..."

"I am Chinese."

"I am Chinese."

"I was born in a great country."

"I was born in a great country."

"I am determined to study for the rise of China."

"I am determined to study for the rise of China."

Listening to the sound of reading aloud in the school, Zhou Hexuan smiled brightly. He finally made a real contribution to this troubled country.