The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

Cheng Yanqiu, Xun Huisheng, Yang Xiaolou and other famous actors came out of the theater, just in time to see Zhou Hexuan and the others getting into the rickshaw.

Yang Xiaolou was surprised and said, "The person next to Mr. Zhou seems to be Wanrong!"

"Which Wanrong?" Xun Huisheng asked.

"Former queen of the Qing Dynasty!"

Yang Xiaolou said: "The guests at Puyi's birthday banquet last year invited me to sing at the party. I remember very clearly that Wanrong was sitting next to Puyi at that time, so I shouldn't admit my mistake."

"You are not mistaken, that is Empress Wanrong." Cheng Yanqiu said. He was born in the Zhenghuang Banner of Manchuria. Although his family had long since declined, he was very popular with the old and the young after he became famous. He often went to the noble family to sing operas and met Wanrong several times.

Guan Xingquan is also about to turn 50 years old. At this moment, the soul of gossip is burning, and he muttered: "Mr. Zhou won't hook up the queen, tsk tsk, he has the ability!"

"Be careful, be careful!" Cheng Yanqiu waved his hands, "It's never a gentleman's job to discuss people behind their backs."

"That's right," Guan Xingquan laughed, and said, "Let's go, let's go to dinner. The Qing Dynasty is long gone, and the empresses and concubines are just ordinary women."

Cheng Yanqiu shook his head with a smile. Although he was a Manchu and a Zhenghuangqi, he didn't have a good opinion of the Qing Dynasty.

The bottom Manchu people in the late Qing Dynasty had a worse life than the Han people. Because the imperial court prohibited Manchus from engaging in industrial, agricultural, and commercial trades, it seemed noble and special, but hard-core crops could not support so many, which caused the Manchus at the bottom to have no source of livelihood.

Especially after the Revolution of 1911, even hard-core crops were completely ruined. Countless Manchus became beggars and prostitutes, and many of the rickshaw drivers in Beiping were Manchus.

This is the case for Cheng Yanqiu. Because of his poor family, he sold himself to learn art at the age of six, and he is able to achieve today's glory entirely by himself.

Everyone didn't say anything at this time, but it was inevitable that some people couldn't hold back. Later, when Guan Xingquan was drinking with his friends, he said with a big tongue through the wine: "Hey, you don't know. Mr. Zhou is by no means an ordinary person. He is good at writing articles, and he is even better at flirting with women. He even hooked the queen!" "

The scandal between Zhou Hexuan and Wanrong was first circulated in the small circle of the Qing Gang, and by the end of the year, it had become a well-known gossip in the streets and entertainment gossip that the common people liked to hear.

...

The rickshaw stopped in front of Xiaoyanglou. There were five cars in total. Zhou Hexuan gave 1 yuan to the drivers to share among themselves, but in the end they got 80 cents back.

Zhou Hexuan asked in surprise, "You only charge 4 cents per car for such a long journey from the north of the city to the concession?"

A driver replied: "It takes at least 6 minutes for other people to take a car, and Mr. Zhou can ride without paying."

"Haha, I'm not a soldier, how can I take a car without paying money." Zhou Hexuan laughed.

Another coachman said: "We feel resentful when the soldiers don't pay. We are happy when Mr. Zhou doesn't pay."

"Yeah, being able to pull a cart for Mr. Zhou, you will have face if you say it."

"Mr. Zhou, you can tell me when you go out in the future, and promise to only charge the lowest price."

"Mr. Zhou, my son is still studying in your Hope Primary School."

"..."

The coachmen scrambled to speak, showing great enthusiasm.

Zhou Hexuan asked in surprise, "How do you all know me?"

The coachman smiled and replied, "How can you not know Mr. Zhou? You are a kind person from Tianjin."

"That's right, if Mr. Zhou doesn't know him, why should we pull a car?" Another man laughed.

Zhou Hexuan wrote articles, and his reputation was only spread among intellectual circles. But he runs free schools and engages in charity, but he is remembered by ordinary people. Especially in the recent relief of so many disaster victims, although he is under the banner of the Jimin Association, Zhou Hexuan is the most respected.

Those thugs from the youth gang have no other skills, but they are very good at bragging and spreading rumors. The story of Zhou Hexuan paying for the disaster victims to see a doctor has long been spread in Tianjin. The coachmen traveled outside every day and were very well informed, so they naturally knew Zhou Hexuan, a kind person.

Now when people in Tianjin mention Zhou Hexuan, they all give a thumbs up.

Zhou Hexuan shook his head and smiled wryly. He had tried his best to invite the name before, just to save his life. Now that disaster relief is only seeking peace of mind, but instead making a huge reputation, it can be considered unintentional.

Seeing the coachmen respect Zhou Hexuan so much, Meng Xiaodong's face was full of smiles, as if her husband was praised by others.

"As much as you want, it's not easy for you to live." Zhou Hexuan retreated 20 cents.

"Mr. Zhou is benevolent."

"Mr. Zhou is really a good man."

"If you ask me, Mr. Zhou should be the president of the Republic of China to ensure that the common people live a good life."

"..."

Amid the praises of the coachmen, Zhou Hexuan took Meng Xiaodong, Wanrong and the Sun brothers home. Liu Wushi opened the door and said, "Sir, the food is ready, shall we serve it now?"

"Well, serve it up." Zhou Hexuan nodded.

Immediately, Mrs. Liu and Wu set up the dishes, while she retreated to the kitchen to join forces with the Sun brothers.

Meng Xiaodong and Wanrong were sitting next to Zhou Hexuan, and there were two beauties accompanying them to eat, which made Zhou Hexuan feel a lot of pressure, coughed and said, "Pick up your chopsticks."

"Brother Zhou, I'll serve the soup for you!" Meng Xiaodong said courteously, filling half a bowl for Zhou Hexuan nimbly.

Zhou Hexuan nodded and smiled: "Thank you."

After serving the soup, Meng Xiaodong was busy adding vegetables to Zhou Hexuan. Wanrong looked on coldly, feeling quite uncomfortable, she didn't have Meng Xiaodong's quick thinking, and she didn't know how to serve men—no way, others used to serve her.

Zhou Hexuan felt that the atmosphere was not right, and said quickly: "Eat by yourself, don't worry about it."

Meng Xiaodong smiled smugly, and added some food to Wanrong and said, "Sister Wanrong, you can eat too. You are too skinny, eat more to gain weight."

"Thank you." Wanrong forced a smile.

The vague smell of gunpowder made Zhou Hexuan extremely uncomfortable. It is so difficult to deal with only two women, Zhang Zongchang has more than 20 concubines, what is the mess in the back house?

After the meal, it was Wanrong's turn to show off. She brought the repainted "The Wanderings of Sanmao" and said, "Brother Zhou, help me take a look again. Is the taste right this time?"

Zhou Hexuan opened the drawing and found that it was much better than before. At least the faces of the characters are no longer stereotyped, and the various characters in it are quite representative. For example, a profiteer, Wanrong is drawn with sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, and with a mustache, the image is immediately vivid.

"Yes, this level can be serialized in newspapers." Zhou Hexuan nodded in appreciation.

Wanrong said proudly: "Then I will send it to the newspaper office for submission tomorrow."

Zhou Hexuan said: "No, I'll take it for you. I plan to create two new pages in the supplement of "Popular", dedicated to serial comics."

"I think some places are still poorly drawn. Brother Zhou, please explain to me again." Wanrong moved to Zhou Hexuan's side, and opened a certain page in the drawing to ask for advice.

The two were very engaged in chatting, but Meng Xiaodong felt rather bored, so he took out a book from the bookshelf and read it. Her mind was not in the book, she looked up at the two people next to her from time to time, and then looked at the clock on the cabinet, hoping that the time would pass as quickly as possible.

"ha!"

Meng Xiaodong covered his mouth and yawned, got up and said, "You guys are busy, I'm going to sleep."

Wan Rong said with a smile: "Xiao Dong good night."

"Good night." Meng Xiaodong was also smiling, but when he turned around, he rolled his eyes.

Zhou Hexuan was caught in the middle and his head was extremely big. He realized that he was wrong and should not have allowed these two women to meet.

After lingering until early morning, Wanrong finally bid farewell to leave, Zhou Hexuan sent her home before returning home.

Back in his bedroom, Zhou Hexuan was about to undress and go to bed when the door suddenly opened.

Meng Xiaodong hugged him from behind, put her pretty face on Zhou Hexuan's vest, and said eagerly: "Brother Zhou, you want me. I don't want anything from you. I can be a concubine or a concubine, as long as I can be with you." It's good to be together."