The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

  In March of Yangchun (April of the Western Calendar), the east wind has already blown in Tianjin City, and the weather has finally warmed up.

   In the afternoon, the sun shines into the alley, half of the walls are shaded, and half of the walls are sunny. The old yellow dog curled up in the corner, squinting and enjoying the warmth of the spring day. Occasionally, when a pedestrian passed by, it half opened one eye to take a look, and then continued to doze without seeing it.

  Shan Chengfu walked to the big tree at the entrance of the alley with his sleeves in his arms, and said hello to the fourth master Zhang next door, "It's a good day today."

Zhang Siye opened the wooden box in his arms, took out the chess pieces slowly, and said helplessly: "The sun is good, I'm afraid it won't be in the sun for a few days. When the soldiers from the Northeast Commander Zhang come in, I don't know who the group is. What will Qiu Ba bring to the scourge of Tianjin City?"

  Shan Chengfu put down his little Maza, and comforted himself as if he comforted himself: "Zhang Dashuai is going to go to Peiping to become a big president this time. He should know how to restrain himself. Most of the time he won't mess around."

   "I hope." Fourth Master Zhang sighed and sat opposite Shan Chengfu.

  The two set up their horse cannons and fought against each other across the chessboard under the big tree at the entrance of the alley.

   Under the tree, a few old men gradually gathered again. It was not enough to stand by and watch. From time to time, someone pointed the country.

   "Hey, old Futou, you jumped the wrong horse just now! It's obviously a gift."

   "Swing the car, quickly swing the car. If you don't even swing the car after taking six steps at the beginning, you will be blocked in your old nest."

   "After the horse! Hey, take the lieutenant general first, and then jump on the horse and then shoot the lore. You didn't see this, stinky chess basket!"

  “…”

   Guanqi did not speak of a true gentleman. There was obviously no gentleman among the old men. One was screaming louder than the other. In the end, the chess player and the chess player quarreled.

I don't know how long it took, a stooped newspaper delivery man walked over quickly, with a heavy postal package hanging on his body, and shouted at the top of his voice: "The newspaper is delivered, the newspaper is delivered, those who ordered the evening newspaper, come and pick it up! "

  The major evening newspapers are basically compiled in the morning, printed before two o'clock in the afternoon, and then started to be distributed and sold one after another.

   Hearing the call of the delivery man, several old men under the tree immediately turned to look over, and Shan Chengfu also stood up and said, "Bring the "Tianfeng Bao" and "New Tianjin Evening News" I ordered!"

   When Shan Chengfu's newspaper was received, an old man watching chess pushed him away: "Old Dan, take your time and read the newspaper, I'll play this game."

   "Return Maza to me." Shan Chengfu spread his palm.

   "Here, you bastard!" The old man pushed the pony away with one foot.

  Shan Chengfu just sat on the pony, basking in the sun with his back against the big tree, picked up the newspaper and read slowly. The two newspapers he ordered were all entertainment, especially the "Tianfeng Bao", which had few news content, and the rest were all serialized novels.

   Opened the "New Tianjin Evening News", and Shan Chengfu went directly to the storytelling page at the back. After reading it, I went to read the novel version, and suddenly said in surprise: "Hey, I haven't heard the name of the author of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"."

   "It's well written," said Chen Erye at the end of the alley.

  Shan Chengfu asked: "Are you also reading this novel?"

   Chen Erye said: "I read the newspaper faster than you, and I have read thousands of words in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"."

  Shan Chengfu pouted, he was too lazy to pay attention to the old guy, and continued to read on by himself.

   "Hey, this paragraph is wonderfully written, Yang Tiexin is really a great man! A man should be like this." Erye Chen suddenly applauded the text, causing several old men around him to look at him, wondering what he was going crazy about.

  Shan Chengfu's reading speed is a bit slow. His eyes are dim and he doesn't wear glasses. He can only put the newspaper in front of him and recognize it word by word.

He had only read 2,000 words, and Chen Erye had already finished his work. He happily became a storyteller, and read to the old men according to the newspaper: "...Suddenly I heard the sound of snow treading on the east road, and footsteps rose and fell. Very quickly, the three of them turned their heads to look, but they saw a Taoist priest. The Taoist priest was wearing a bamboo hat and a scorpion, and his whole body was covered with white snow. Flying, the sky is full of snow, striding alone, it is really extraordinary..."

  Shan Chengfu didn't bother to bother himself, so he closed his eyes and leaned against the tree to listen to Chen Erye's story.

   Chen Erye was a scholar in the former Qing Dynasty. He had not been admitted as a scholar for many years, so he simply donated money to a supervisor. Speaking of which, he was barely famous. It's a pity that the money he donated was not enough, and he couldn't make up the actual shortage. In the end, he could only do some small business to earn a living. On the contrary, his son, who studied abroad in Japan followed Mr. Zhongshan to make a revolution, and is now an official in the southern government.

  The sun was about to go down, and Chen Erye finally patted his leg and said, "Foreknowledge what will happen next, and listen to the next time!"

   "This is gone?"

   "Is Yang Tiexin dead?"

   "Where's Qiu Chuji? Will Qiu Chuji come out to save the two families?"

   "It's really appetizing!"

  “…”

  Due to the lack of newspaper space, the first chapter of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was not finished serially, and it was broken when it was at its best. The old men were itching to hear it. They couldn't wait to know the plot behind them. They all gathered around Chen Erye and asked him to continue talking.

   Chen Erye spread his hands: "There are only so many in the newspaper. If you want to hear the story, just wait until tomorrow."

   Put away the newspaper, Chen Erye went home with his hands behind his back and his head held high. Although the Qing Dynasty has long since ended, he still has a sense of superiority among a group of old guys, after all, he is famous.

  The remaining old men were still discussing the plot, and Shan Chengfu also chatted for a while before going home. Like a cat scratching in his heart, he wished to come early tomorrow afternoon, so that he could know the next episode.

   After a week of serialization, "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" finally entered the desert plot. Xiao Guo Jing was appreciated by Genghis Khan, and he also learned archery with the marksman Zhebei.

  As the plot progresses little by little, "Shooting the Condor" finally emerges, showing a difference from the current martial arts novels. The layout of this book is bigger, the sense of rhythm is stronger, and the refreshing points are endless, and readers who have seen the Republic of China can't stop.

   The sales of "New Tianjin Evening News" increased by more than 1,000 copies in just a few days because of the popularity of this martial arts novel.

   In the teahouses in Tianjin City, there are often people talking about Qiu Chuji, the Seven Eccentrics of Jiangnan and Guo Jing, and "Shooting the Condor" seems to have become a hot topic.

   But that's all, most of the people who like to read martial arts novels are ordinary people, and they did not attract much attention in the literary world of the Republic of China. Progressive young students and scholars and writers simply do not look down on this kind of recreational reading.

   And at this moment, Zhang Zuolin finally invaded Tianjin.

  Perhaps Zhang Dashuai really wanted to covet the throne of the President. His army did not do anything in the city, leaving only a small team to defend the city. The army immediately turned and ran to attack Peiping. This time it was even more neat, Feng Huanzhang was defeated like a mountain, and Zhang Zuolin easily occupied the capital.

   Kyushu was shaken. Most Chinese and foreigners believed that Zhang Zuolin was likely to really rule China, and Zhang Dashuai had a huge prestige for a while.