The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

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

  Sun Yongzhen still has some time to recuperate. His fourth rib in his back was severely fractured, and he had to lie on the bed all day. That taste is uncomfortable, and even turning over needs someone to help.

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

"Sir is back," the servant Liu Wu opened the door in surprise, and quickly took out a basket of eggs, "I heard that Mr. is hospitalized, and I don't know where to go to visit. These are eggs from my own hens. Make up for Mr.

   Zhou Hexuan asked: "How much?"

  Liu Wu said with a smile: "It's not anything valuable. Eggs are 3 cents and 5 cents per pound, and this basket is only 7 cents. Usually thanks to Mr.

   "Aunt Liu has a heart," Zhou Hexuan nodded, "From next month, your salary will increase by 20 cents."

   "This...this is so embarrassing." Liu Wushi said happily.

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

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

   Liu Wushi saw Meng Xiaodong's handsome appearance and asked, "Sir, is this Mrs.?"

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

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

   Zhou Hexuan had a great headache about this, Meng Xiaodong insisted to follow him to the house, saying that he would return to Peiping when the injury on his shoulder healed.

  Youdao is the most difficult to accept the kindness of a beautiful woman. Meng Xiaodong is so warm and gentle, which makes Zhou Hexuan's heart melt a little, secretly giving birth to such a trace of affection.

   That night.

   Zhou Hexuan slowly read the book "Field Research in Children's Studies". He was so bored in the hospital a few days ago that he asked Sun Yonghao to go out and buy a few academic books. Sun Yonghao didn't know a few words, so he bought money indiscriminately, and even bought two medical books.

   This "Field Study of Children's Studies" was published by the Commercial Press last month, and the author is American Pollock. As far as the content is concerned, it should be called "Children's Educational Psychology" more appropriately.

   Zhou Hexuan is now engaged in education, and naturally he has to learn some educational psychology. He is also planning to continue compiling elementary school textbooks.

   "Dong Dong Dong!"

   Zhou Hexuan heard the knock on the door and shouted casually, "Please come in!"

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

   "Thank you." Zhou Hexuan thought to himself, is this the rhythm of reading in the evening with red sleeves and fragrance?

  Meng Xiaodong stood by the side, looking at the dozen or so academic works that were left on the bookshelf, and couldn't help but feel a kind of admiration for scholars in his heart. She used to read and read, but in addition to drama, she could at most read some Tang poetry and Song poetry and popular novels, and academic monographs were absolutely difficult to read.

   Zhou Hexuan drank lotus seed soup and said, "Tomorrow I have to go to work in the newspaper office, so don't follow me, it will not affect me well."

   "I understand," Meng Xiaodong said with a smile, "Tianjin has quite a few fans of Peking Opera, and I can talk to them about art and singing. This is 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: "Why don't you rest at home for a few more days?"

   "With nothing to do, I'm bored," Zhou Hexuan asked, "By the way, how are our newspaper sales?"

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

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

   Zhou Hexuan said: "Many newspapers now have supplements, why don't Ta Kung Pao also have a copy?"

  Hu Zhengzhi said: "I can't do this. If you decide to run a supplement, you have to find an expert in literature."

   "Leave the supplement to me." Zhou Hexuan smiled.

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

  The matter is settled, "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" has ended. If the sequel "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is published in the newly created supplement, it will definitely open up sales quickly.

   Zhou Hexuan immediately started to write the supplement plan. After thinking about the name of the supplement for a long time, it was tentatively named "Popular".

   Judging from the name of "Dazhong", we know that it is taking a popular line, unlike supplements such as "Literary Art", "Pen Club", "Canglang", etc., as soon as you hear it, you will break away from the masses.

The    supplement is tentatively set to be 4 pages, with a total of 16 pages, including novels, operas, essays, essays, youth, women, humorous jokes, common sense of life, etc. It is published every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. It's definitely not enough to rely on Zhou Hexuan alone, and we need to recruit people specially.

   Li Shoumin is very suitable, he can be the editor of the opera version. You can even ask Meng Xiaodong to write articles about Peking Opera, as well as interesting life stories of famous Liyuan artists. This is equivalent to the entertainment layout of later generations. The status of opera in the hearts of ordinary people in the Republic of China is probably equivalent to the popular songs of later generations.

   Just finished writing the planning for the supplement "Dazhong", Wenxiu burst in crying and said incoherently: "I don't teach anymore, I'm so tired, I can't teach anymore, I..."

   "What happened?" Zhou Hexuan handed her a handkerchief and comforted, "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 merchants and pawns to celebrities and wealthy businessmen, all rushing to see the demeanor of Dao Concubine. Even foreigners who pass through Tianjin have to go to the school to see the excitement if they have time.

   Among these people, some admired Wenxiu and even donated money to the school. But most of them are purely watching the fun, and some people even curse Wenxiu for not abiding by women, and often point at her.

  The onlookers of the school gathered more and more, and it had reached the point of affecting the teaching order.

   That’s not all, today suddenly a group of old and young came here. In front of everyone, he scolded insulting words such as rebellious women, sluts, and dirty concubines. Wenxiu finally collapsed, and before the class was over, she covered her face and cried and rushed out of the classroom.

   Those idlers who watched the fun, not only did not help to criticize, but laughed happily, and chased behind Wenxiu and roared.

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

   Zhou Hexuan is really angry, he can't take care of the warlord, and he can't take care of the old and young? The assassination incident made Zhou Hexuan hold back his anger, and now he is just venting on those people.

  Someone came out and used him as a punching bag, how could Zhou Hexuan bear to refuse.