The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

No. 18, Singapore Road, Tianjin (later renamed Dali Road).

This is a four-storey small western-style building with high walls and gardens. It is also a mansion in the 21st century.

The previous owner of the mansion was Lu Zhonglin, a general of the Northwest Army and Feng Yuxiang's capable confidant. It was he who drove the last emperor, Pu Yi, from the palace. It was also his soldiers who shot at the students in the "March 18" tragedy a while ago.

After Lu Zhonglin was defeated, the house was occupied by Chu Yupu.

At this moment, Chu Yupu was receiving volunteers in the living room.

I saw a gangster in a ragged jacket, led in by Chu Yupu's adjutant, and told him: "This is the commander-in-chief!"

"Plop!"

The gangster's knees were weak and he knelt down, kowtowed and shouted: "Caomin Wang Youtian pays homage to the commander, long live the commander, long live, long live!"

"Hahahaha!" Chu Yupu laughed and said happily, "I'm not the emperor, where did I come from?"

The gangster king Youtian was also clever, and immediately replied: "The commander-in-chief led his troops to attack the capital, that is to occupy the Dragon Court, and in ancient times, he should be enthroned and proclaimed emperor."

"Interesting," Chu Yupu nodded in satisfaction, and asked, "Your accent is from Wenshang, where are you from Wenshang?"

Wang Youtian said: "The hometown of the grass people is Zaoxing Village, Wenshang."

Chu Yupu put down his legs, smiled and said to the adjutant, "Hey, this kid is actually a relative of my natal family."

"Don't dare marry the commander in chief." Wang Youtian quickly kowtowed.

Chu Yupu asked, "Have you ever read a book?"

Wang Youtian replied: "Don't dare to bully Marshal Man, Caomin has never read a book, but he knows a few big characters."

Chu Yupu asked again: "Are you willing to serve as a soldier?"

Wang Youtian said: "Caomin's family has an old mother. If she dies in battle, the old mother may have no one to take care of her."

"Well, I'm still a dutiful son," Chu Yupu nodded and said, "Are you familiar with Tianjin City?"

Wang Youtian said: "Caomin have lived in Tianjin for five years, and they can never go wrong with their eyes closed."

Chu Yupu said with satisfaction: "Very well, the police department in Tianjin is still short of people, so you can go and be the deputy director."

Wang Youtian knocked his head loudly, and shouted loudly: "Thank you for your cultivation, Commander! Caomin must do his best, he will live as a man of the Commander, and die as a ghost of the Commander!"

Chu Yupu waved his hand, and the adjutant took Wang Youtian away, and the new deputy director of the Tianjin Police Department was born.

Chu Yupu is a person who misses his hometown very much, and the generals in his army are basically from his hometown. Since the occupation of Tianjin, literati, gentry and jobless people from Wenshang County have been coming to seek refuge these days. He never refused to come to this, and he made a wish for all the officials. There were several family members surnamed Wang who could not be beaten, and were even appointed by Chu Yupu as the county magistrate of the Zhili area.

In Chu Yupu's view, only fellow villagers are his own, and the rest are all unreliable.

Nowadays, there is a joke circulating in Tianjin: If you can speak Wenshang dialect, you can use a foreign knife!

After dismissing the gangster just now, Chu Yupu said to the adjutant again: "Go and call Yuan Zhenqing."

Yuan Zhenqing, commander of the 25th Division of the Zhi-Shandong Allied Army, came to see him soon, and Chu Yupu asked, "How are the military expenses raised?"

Yuan Zhenqing replied: "Thirty thousand oceans have been raised."

"Only 30,000? Not enough." Chu Yupu patted the armrest of the chair, and said righteously, "We came to Tianjin to fight the war to save the country and the people, and to be volunteers who have committed no crimes. We can't push the common people too hard, after all, life is not easy. It's easy. Let's do it this way. The head tax is 3 yuan per person, and the tax for shops is doubled. By the way, next year's tax will be collected together. Now that the country is in crisis, everyone should contribute to the country, and the people must be willing. "

"The commander-in-chief is kind, this subordinate will do it now." Yuan Zhenqing ordered.

"By the way," Chu Yupu called him back again, "Xiaoqing from Tianbao class is very nice, you bring 2,000 oceans to redeem her, and I want Ming Meizheng to marry her as the fifth concubine!"

Tianbao troupe was originally just a troupe in Nanshi, Tianjin, Kun troupe, and all the opera singers in it were women. Later, it gradually turned into a brothel, and it was the highest-grade brothel. The customers were celebrities, wealthy businessmen, high-ranking officials and warlords.

Chu Yupu is now going to marry the Fifth Concubine, and it is a bright matchmaker who is marrying. The purpose is nothing more than to raise money by entertaining guests. Whoever dares not to give the newlyweds a big red envelope is courting death.

After Yuan Zhenqing took orders to leave, Chu Yupu was bored. His concubines and concubines were not brought along with the army, and he had no one to relieve his boredom in Tianjin. Immediately, he called his staff and asked, "What rare things have happened in Tianjin recently?"

The staff thought for a while and said: "Mei Lanfang was invited to Tianjin to sing "Taizhen Gaiden" yesterday. There were so many spectators that the doors of the Xinming Grand Theater were crowded."

"What's so special about an opera singer?" Chu Yupu was obviously not interested in Peking opera.

The staff said: "This Mei Lanfang is amazing. He is a master of Peking Opera. He hosted the Indian scholar Tagore the year before last, and this year he hosted the prince and queen of Sweden."

Chu Yupu nodded and said, "That's pretty impressive. I'm going to marry my concubine in a few days, so go and invite me Mei Lanfang to have fun."

The aide said: "Mei Lanfang lives in Beiping, it may take some time to invite him."

Chu Yupu asked again: "Is there anything else new?"

The staff searched their guts and said: "A martial arts novel has become popular in Tianjin recently, and the newspapers that published the novel have been fired at a sky-high price of 50 cents."

"Go and find the novel for me to read." Chu Yupu said.

The staff are very capable in handling affairs, and within half an hour they found all the published content of "Legend of the Condor Heroes". Chu Yupu was too lazy to read by himself, so he lay on the sofa and said, "Read!"

The staff did not dare to neglect, let alone sit down, so they had to stand in the living room and read a novel according to the newspaper.

Chu Yupu was quickly attracted by the plot of the novel, and even asked his staff to stand by and continue reading during lunch. The poor staff member was so hungry that he didn't finish reading the novel until mid-afternoon.

"Keep reading, why did you stop?" Chu Yupu was listening eagerly.

The aide said: "Commander, this novel is only serialized here, and a new chapter will be released tomorrow afternoon."

"What's so troublesome," Chu Yupu said impatiently, "How many people did you take to the newspaper office, and what's the name of that... the author?"

The staff quickly said, "The author's name is Jin Yong."

"Yes, take someone to invite that Jin Yong, and let him live in my house and write!" Marshal Chu has become a die-hard fan of Zhou Hexuan, and his way of chasing after him is rough and direct.

The staff didn't dare to disobey the order, so they first ran to the newspaper office with their people, forced them to ask Zhou Hexuan's address with guns, and then immediately killed him in a military vehicle.

"Boom!"

The gate of the courtyard was kicked open, seven or eight soldiers rushed into the courtyard, and the staff shouted: "Where is Jin Yong? Commander, please!"