The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

Zhou Hexuan stayed in the hospital for a week, but in the end he couldn't stand the smell of the medicine, so he was discharged early with his arms hanging.

Sun Yongzhen had to recuperate for a while. His fourth rib on his back was severely fractured and he had to lie on the bed all day. That's the worst feeling, and even turning over requires someone's help.

Zhou Hexuan was not a miser, and the bodyguard used his body to block bullets for him, so he naturally had to express it. Sun Yongzhen was rewarded with 1,000 oceans, and his younger brother was rewarded with 500 oceans. By the way, their monthly salary was increased by 10 silver dollars.

"Mr. is back," the servant Liu Wushi opened the door in surprise, and quickly brought out a basket of eggs. "I heard that Mr. is hospitalized, so I don't know where to visit. These are eggs laid by my own hen, just right Make up for Mr.

Zhou Hexuan asked, "How much?"

Liu Wu said with a smile: "It's not a valuable thing. The eggs are 3 cents and 5 cents a catty, and this basket is only 7 cents. Thanks to my husband's care, the right is a little bit of my heart."

"Aunt Liu is interested," Zhou Hexuan nodded, "From next month, your salary will increase by 20 cents."

"This...how embarrassing." Liu Wu said happily.

Sun Yonghao and Meng Xiaodong carried things into the house, and Meng Xiaodong held the books brought back from the hospital and asked, "Where are these books?"

"The study is the second room from the left." Zhou Hexuan said.

Seeing Meng Xiaodong's handsome appearance, Mrs. Liu Wu inquired, "Sir, is this Madam?"

Zhou Hexuan introduced: "My friend, Meng Xiaodong, you can call her Miss Meng."

"Okay." Liu Wushi smiled "I understand everything".

Zhou Hexuan had a headache because of this, Meng Xiaodong insisted on following him home, saying that he would return to Peiping after the injury on his shoulder healed.

Youdao is the hardest thing to bear the grace of a beauty. Meng Xiaodong is so warm and gentle that Zhou Hexuan's heart melted a little, and there was such a hint of affection secretly.

that night.

Zhou Hexuan held the "Field Study of Children's Studies" and read it slowly. He was too bored in the hospital a few days ago, so he asked Sun Yonghao to go out and buy some academic works. Sun Yonghao didn't know a lot of Chinese characters, so he took the money to buy randomly, and even bought two medical books back.

This "Field Research on Children's Studies" was published by the Commercial Press last month, and the author is American Pu Locke. In terms of content, it should be called "Children's Educational Psychology" more appropriately.

Zhou Hexuan is now engaged in education, so naturally he has to learn some educational psychology, and he plans to continue editing elementary school textbooks.

"Boom boom boom!"

Hearing the knock on the door, Zhou Hexuan yelled casually, "Please come in!"

Meng Xiaodong came in with a midnight snack and said, "Brother Zhou, I made you a bowl of lotus seed soup, drink it while it's hot."

"Thank you." Zhou Hexuan thought, is this the rhythm of Hongxiu Tianxiang's reading at night?

Meng Xiaodong stood beside him in a dignified manner, looking at the only dozen or so academic works on the bookshelf, he couldn't help feeling a kind of admiration for scholars. She was also able to read and write, but in addition to dramas, at most she read Tang poetry, Song poetry and popular novels. It is absolutely difficult to read academic monographs.

Zhou Hexuan drank the lotus seed soup and said, "I'm going to work in the newspaper office tomorrow, so don't follow me, it won't affect you well."

"I understand," Meng Xiaodong said with a smile, "There are quite a few fans of Peking Opera in Tianjin, and I can talk to them about their performances. That's how I came here before."

the next day.

Zhou Hexuan came to the newspaper office with his arms hanging, and the employees came to greet him one after another.

Hu Zhengzhi said: "Why don't you rest at home for a few more days?"

"There's nothing to do, and I'm bored," Zhou Hexuan asked, "By the way, how is our newspaper sales?"

Hu Zhengzhi smiled and said: "It has stabilized at more than 8,000 copies, and it should exceed 10,000 by the end of the year. When the daily sales volume exceeds 20,000 copies, I think I can go to Shanghai to open a branch library, where more people read newspapers."

Compared with "Shenbao" and "News", which sold more than 100,000 copies, "Ta Kung Pao" still seemed too weak. People have distribution points in more than 20 cities across the country, but the radiation area of ​​"Ta Kung Pao" is only in the Zhili area, and the breadth of influence is far from enough.

Zhou Hexuan said: "Many newspapers now have supplements. How about "Ta Kung Pao" also running one?"

Hu Zhengzhi said: "I can't do anything about it. If I decide to start a supplement, I have to find an expert in literature."

"Leave the supplement to me." Zhou Hexuan said with a smile.

Hu Zhengzhi slapped his head violently: "Looking at my memory, I even forgot that "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was written by you."

That's the thing, "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is over, if the sequel "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is published in the newly established supplement, it will definitely open up sales quickly.

Zhou Hexuan immediately started to write a plan for the supplement. He thought about the name of the supplement for a long time, and finally tentatively named it "The Public".

Judging from the name "Dazhong", you can tell that it is following a popular line, unlike supplements such as "Literature", "Penhui", "Canglang", which are literary and divorced from the masses.

The supplement is tentatively scheduled to be 4 pages, with a total of 16 pages. The content includes novels, operas, essays, essays, youth, women, humorous jokes, common sense of life, etc., and is published every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Relying on Zhou Hexuan alone is definitely not enough, and he has to recruit people specially.

Li Shoumin is very suitable, and he can be the editor of the opera version. You can even ask Meng Xiaodong to write an article, writing some experience about Peking Opera, as well as interesting stories about the lives of famous Liyuan masters. This is equivalent to the entertainment page of later generations. The status of opera in the hearts of the common people in the Republic of China is probably equivalent to the popular songs of later generations.

Just finished writing the planning of the supplement "Dazhong", Wenxiu rushed in crying suddenly, saying incoherently: "I won't teach anymore, I'm so tired, I can't continue teaching, I..."

"What happened?" Zhou Hexuan handed her a handkerchief and comforted her, "Don't cry, speak slowly."

Wenxiu choked up and told what happened: Since the opening of Hope Primary School, people have come to watch every day, from traffickers to celebrities and wealthy businessmen, all rushing to see the beauty of Concubine Dao. Even outsiders passing through Tianjin would go to the school to see the excitement if they had free time.

Some of these people admired Wenxiu very much, and even generously donated money to the school. But most of them were purely watching the fun, and some even cursed Wenxiu for being unfeminine, and often pointed at her.

The school's onlookers gathered more and more, to the point where it affected the teaching order.

That's not counting, a group of old and young suddenly came here today. In front of everyone, he yelled insulting words such as rebellious woman, slut, and dirty concubine. Wenxiu finally broke down, and before the class was over, she covered her face and rushed out of the classroom crying.

Those idlers who watched the excitement, not only did not help to condemn, but laughed happily, chasing after Wenxiu and booing.

"It's unreasonable," Zhou Hexuan said angrily, "You will go to class tomorrow as usual, if those people dare to come again, I will let them go to the cell to scold!"

Zhou Hexuan is really angry, if he can't deal with the warlords, he can't deal with the old and the young? Zhou Hexuan's anger had already been suppressed by the assassination incident, and now it happened to vent on those people.

Someone came up to him as a punching bag, how could Zhou Hexuan have the heart to refuse.