The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

   Early in the morning, Tan Xihong left after breakfast.

   "Going to find that Mr. Zhou again?" Zhong Guang asked.

  Tan Xihong said with a smile: "Yes, Mr. Zhou is going to do a home visit today. I will follow him to see it, it is very interesting."

   "You are free." Zhong Guangguang said speechlessly.

  Tan Xihong sighed and said, "I don't want to be idle either, but Peking University has suspended classes indefinitely, and we have nothing to do when we go back to school."

  Zhong Guangguang got up and said: "Let's go, let's go together, anyway, if you are idle, you will be idle."

  The two went to the east of the city to meet Zhou Hexuan, and then went to the north of the city together. Their target location was Qiande Zhuang, a mixed-up and special-purpose Qiande Zhuang.

   As soon as the rickshaw ran past the Xinming Grand Theater, Zhou Hexuan met an old acquaintance, Li Er, who bullied the Sun brothers.

  Li Er is also a wonderful person. Seeing Zhou Hexuan at this moment, he unexpectedly greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Zhou, good morning, my little one!"

   "You're fine too." Zhou Hexuan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

   The rickshaw continued to move forward, and Tan Xihong asked curiously, "Who is this person?"

   Zhou Hexuan said: "I was beaten by a gangster who bullied the market."

   "Uh..." Tan Xihong didn't know how to answer.

  Zhong Guangguang had a smile on his face. He thought Zhou Hexuan was very interesting, not the kind of fool who only knew how to bury his head in learning.

  The life experience of this old man is also very legendary. He was a scholar for thirteen years of Guangxu, but he was keen on natural science. In the absence of materials and funds, he overcame various difficulties, went to Shanghai to purchase books on physics and chemistry, and then did experiments according to the methods introduced in the books, and became self-taught.

  In 1900, Zhong Guangguang designed and raised his own funds to set up a phosphorus-making factory in Shanghai, and also obtained a 15-year patent right granted by the Qing government. Later, he founded a scientific journal and established a scientific instrument museum, which made important contributions to the development of modern science and technology in China.

  Zhong Guangguang was invited to be a counselor of the Ministry of Education after the Revolution of 1911, but his main focus was on plant research. He brought his own dry food, visited famous mountains and rivers inside and outside Beijing on foot, and spent four years traveling through 11 provinces across the country, collecting more than 16,000 species of animal and plant specimens, totaling more than 150,000. He can be called the ancestor of modern Chinese botany research.

   "Mr. Zhou, how are you going to handle this?" Zhong Guangguang suddenly asked.

   "I don't know either, I'll talk about it after a home visit," Zhou Hexuan said. "It's not difficult to settle that student, it's nothing but money. What I hope to change is the outdated thinking in the minds of the people. I hope to wake up some people through newspapers."

  Zhong Guangguang said: "How difficult is it to change the mind."

   "Come step by step." Zhou Hexuan suddenly thought of Lu Xun.

   Although many people complained that Lu Xun did not contribute to the country, but when he came to the Republic of China, he would find that thought reform was too necessary. There are still many people today who kneel before the judge when the case is judged. As for human blood steamed bread, it is far more popular than western medicine.

   A wooden house near Qiande Village is the home of student Zhou Hang. The walls are crooked and slanted, made of scrap wood picked up, not even a few nails, and many places are tied with hemp ropes.

   "Dong Dong Dong!"

   Zhou Hexuan knocked on the door and asked, "Is Mrs. Zhou's sister here?"

  The wooden door opened slowly, and a woman with a yellow face and thin skin looked at Zhou Hexuan, and said vigilantly, "Who are you?"

   Zhou Hexuan smiled kindly and said, "I want Zhou Hexuan, vice president of the Hope Education Foundation, to visit Zhou Hang's home."

   "It turned out to be Mr. Zhou, please come in!" The woman hurriedly arranged her clothes and invited them into the house.

  Because there were no windows, the room was dimly lit and filled with the smell of traditional Chinese medicine. The area of ​​the house is about ten square meters, a paralyzed old lady is lying on the bed, and a child of a few years old is reading through the cracks of the wooden boards in the corner.

  The woman hurriedly poured out a few bowls of water and said embarrassedly, "I'm so sorry, there's nothing to entertain at home."

  The water was cold and poured into a stoneware bowl with a few notches on the edge of the bowl.

   This is the living condition of the poorest poor in the Republic of China. There is no decent furniture, not even a cup for water. This woman works as a low-level prostitute nearby, so she can't make a lot of money, and she has to pay protection fees to the gang.

   Zhou Hexuan took a symbolic sip, put down the bowl and said, "Classmate Zhou Hang, why don't you go to school these two days?"

   The child in the corner bowed his head and said, "Mom won't let me go."

  The woman quickly explained: "Sir, you, the principal and the teachers of the school are all good people. I'm really sorry for causing you so much trouble."

   Zhou Hexuan asked the child, "Do you want to study?"

   "Think." Zhou Hang nodded vigorously, with desire in his eyes.

   Zhou Hexuan asked with a smile: "I heard from Principal Wang, do you have the ability to remember?"

   Zhou Hang scratched his head and said, "I remember faster than other classmates."

Zhou Hexuan took the textbook, turned to the ancient poems on the last few pages and said, "I will teach you this poem, listen carefully: You don't wake up in spring sleep, you hear birds singing everywhere. When the wind and rain come at night, you know how many flowers fall. You remember it. ?"

   "No, no," Zhou Hang shook his head, "Just remember the first sentence."

   Zhou Hexuan read it twice and continued to ask, "What about now?"

   Zhou Hang immediately recited: "You don't wake up in spring sleep, you hear birds singing everywhere. When the wind and rain come at night, you know how many flowers fall."

   "Prodigy!"

   Mr. Zhongguangguang, who had been silent for a while, suddenly exclaimed with joy and stared at the child like a baby.

   At this moment, there was a noise outside.

   Zhou Hexuan pushed open the door and went out, only to see four or five middle-aged women standing outside.

   One of the women asked: "Are you Mr. School?"

   Zhou Hexuan nodded and said, "I am."

   The woman said: "Sir, you can't let this brat go to school. If he goes to school again, our little three son will not go there, and he will be spoiled."

   "That's right, he can't be allowed to study. This family is all bad, shameful!" Other women echoed.

   Zhou Hexuan frowned, not knowing what to do for a while. He can persuade warlords, bureaucrats, and foreign consuls with rhetoric, but he cannot reason with a group of illiterate women.

   "Cough," Zhong Guangguang coughed twice and said to the woman, "I like this child very much. I want to recognize him as my grandson and take him to Peiping to study. Would you be willing?"

  The woman was stunned for a moment, then she knelt down and kowtowed: "Will be willing, willing, thank you for your kindness and great virtue!"

   "Get up, don't kneel." Zhong Guangguang hurried to help.

  The woman not only did not get up, but also dragged her son to his knees and exhorted, "Kow your head to Grandpa Gan, and call Grandpa!"

   Zhou Hang is smart, but he is only a child after all. He kowtowed in confusion, "Grandpa."

  Zhong Guangguang was very relieved, nodded and smiled, and said to the woman: "I will let him come back to visit you during the festival."

  The woman was even more joyful, kowtowed loudly, and cried, "Master, live a hundred years, I will be a cow and a horse for you in my next life!"

   When the women outside heard the movement, they were immediately envious. They rushed in without risk of their own lives, shouting: "Master, my son is also good, you should accept him as your grandson!"

   Zhou Hexuan and Tan Xihong looked at each other, they were both speechless by this scene.

   left some money for the woman, and the three of Zhou Hexuan left silently. Zhong Guangguang will stay in Tianjin for a few days. When he returns to Beijing, he will take the children with him.

   The more Zhou Hexuan thought about it, the more unpleasant it became. He thought of the movie "Goddess" starring Ruan Lingyu, and he could only sigh that art comes from life, and reality is more sad than film and television works.

   Spreading out the manuscript paper, Zhou Hexuan wrote the word "Goddess". He wanted to turn the film into a novel and submit it to Shanghai's "Fiction Monthly". This kind of serious subject matter is not suitable for the supplement to the "popular" that he will be editor-in-chief.

   "Fiction Monthly" has a large circulation, I hope it can change the concept of some readers.