The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

Jiangxi, Mount Lu.

Rizhao Peak No. 3 Villa.

Song Ziwen strolled under the shade of the trees, looked at the green mountains in the distance, and sighed: "Mount Lushan is really a cool world, completely different from the scorching heat of Wuhan and Nanjing."

Zhang Mouzhi followed Song Ziwen, bowed his body slightly and said: "Minister Song, I dare to express some opinions on the matter of building a villa for the respected mother. Although Lushan Mountain is cool and quiet, the climate is humid, and the respected mother is old. The address needs special attention."

"You are an expert in building villas, keep talking." Song Ziwen said.

Zhang Mouzhi said: "Mount Lushan is very big, and the villa needs to be built in a place with good ventilation, which is relatively less humid. Moreover, it must be close to the road, so it is convenient to go down the mountain. If the respected mother has a headache, you can also see a doctor quickly. But It can’t be too close to the road, because the elderly need quiet.”

Song Ziwen praised: "You are very thoughtful, and you are worthy of being the number one architect in Lushan and Jiujiang."

"I don't dare to be the first, but I have built too many houses and have some inexperienced experience." Zhang Mouzhi said modestly.

Song Ziwen said with a smile: "I'll leave it to Mr. Zhang to build a villa for my mother. It's getting late, so I'll leave first, or it will be dark before I go down the mountain."

"Why should Minister Song be in a hurry?" Zhang Mouzhi asked to stay, "I have already asked the servant to prepare the dinner, and I hope Minister Song will show respect."

Song Ziwen waved his hands and said, "There's no need to eat, I have something to do when I go down the mountain."

"It's just a little homely meal. Minister Song doesn't need to filter it out," Zhang Mouzhi desperately tried to persuade him to stay. "And it's already five o'clock in the afternoon. Even if we go back, it's already dark. It's better for Minister Song to rest in the humble house. If you have something important, you can go directly tomorrow."

Song Ziwen hesitated for a few seconds, and finally said with a smile: "Since Mr. Zhang treats you warmly, then I will not be disrespectful."

Zhang Mouzhi was overjoyed when he heard the words, and led the way and said, "Minister Song, let's sit in the living room first, and I'll let the little girl go downstairs to accompany you for a while."

Song Ziwen nodded slightly, not caring about it. He came to Jiangxi in May, called summer vacation, but actually accompanied Li Zongren to see Zhu Peide.

Zhu Peide became the chairman of the Jiangxi Provincial Government in April this year and concurrently served as the commander-in-chief of the Fifth Route Army. This person respects the Wuhan government in name, but in fact maintains independence and takes a wait-and-see attitude towards factional struggles.

Li Zongren's persuasion from a political standpoint had little effect, but it was different with Song Ziwen. Song Ziwen promised to help Zhu Peide "raise military expenses", and finally got Zhu Peide's approval, and the latter began to "clear the Communist Party" at the end of May.

Zhu Peide's method of "Qing the Communist Party" is similar to that of Feng Yuxiang. He "sends off" our party members without mass killing.

After helping the principal settle Jiangxi affairs, Song Ziwen didn't hurry to go back, but stayed in Lushan Mountain in the name of building a villa for his mother. He was waiting for the opportunity to have both sides, so that both Ninghan and Hanfus would come to win him over, so don't worry about holding the huge sum of money from the Jiangsu and Zhejiang consortia.

When the two came to the living room, Zhang Mouzhi asked the servant to serve tea, and respectfully said, "Minister Song, please wait a moment."

"Please." Song Ziwen said with a smile.

Zhang Mouzhi walked quickly to his daughter's study room, and blamed him, "Le Yi, why are you still staring blankly? Go down and chat with Minister Song."

"An official, what is there to talk about with him?" Zhang Leyi knew what her father was thinking.

Zhang Mouzhi persuaded: "Silly daughter, Minister Song is young and handsome and unmarried, and he is also the Minister of Finance of the Nationalist Government. Where can you find such a young talent? Don't miss this opportunity!"

Zhang Leyi sneered and said, "It's so nice to say, are you trying to cling to the rich and powerful?"

"What's wrong with clinging to the rich and powerful?" Zhang Mouzhi said, "I didn't just find an old man for you to marry, but I found a good husband for you through thousands of choices. As long as you marry Minister Song, your life will be happy. , it is also good for Dad's career. So why not do it when you have the best of both worlds?"

"If I want to go to you, I won't marry." Zhang Leyi said with a bad face.

"Are you still thinking about that Zhou Hexuan?" Zhang Mouzhi said angrily, "You don't even know what that Zhou Hexuan is doing in Shanghai. He made his fortune selling bellybands, and his reputation has long been rotten!"

Zhang Leyi laughed out of breath: "Selling bellybands to make a fortune is always more noble than selling your daughter to make a fortune."

"You..." Zhang Mouzhi was heartbroken, "Why did I raise a daughter like you? I don't worry at all."

Zhang Leyi didn't want to get into too much trouble with her father, she said, "I can chat with Minister Song, but the marriage will be discussed later."

"Fine, fine, it's all up to you," Zhang Mouzhi hurriedly urged, "Hurry up, Minister Song has been waiting for a long time."

The father and daughter went downstairs quickly, Zhang Leyi's mother was already entertaining, chatting with Song Ziwen casually.

Zhang Mouzhi walked over with a smile on his face and introduced: "Minister Song, this is the little girl Le Yi. Although she has never been abroad, she graduated from a missionary school and is proficient in English. You young people should have something in common."

"Hi Minister Song." Zhang Leyi nodded and smiled.

The moment Song Ziwen saw Zhang Leyi, his eyes were obviously dull for a moment, and then he returned to normal and said, "Hello, hello. Don't call me Minister Song, I'm too out of touch, call me..."

Song Ziwen was suddenly at a loss for words. Calling him "Ziwen" seemed too abrupt, and calling him "brother" seemed too close. His English name was a dialect transliteration, so he really didn't know what to call him.

There is a show!

Seeing that Song Ziwen was incoherent, Zhang Mouzhi quickly winked at his wife. Mrs. Zhang understood immediately, and said with a smile: "Minister Song, talk to Le Yi first, and I'll prepare dinner."

"Okay, go ahead." Song Ziwen said casually.

Zhang Mouzhi also left with an excuse, leaving only two young people in the living room.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, Zhang Leyi picked up a piece of candy from the coffee table and said, "Minister Song, please have some candy."

"Okay," Song Ziwen peeled off the candy and threw it into his mouth, and said, "It's too far-fetched to call me a job, so you should call me Big Brother Song."

Zhang Leyi pursed her lips and smiled: "You are not a few years younger than my father, how about I call you Uncle?"

"Hehe, that's good too." Song Ziwen said awkwardly.

The same name, Zhang Leyi called it this way in history to be close, but now it is called estrangement. They are already called "Uncle", which naturally implies that the two generations are different, and the age gap is too large.

That night, the Zhang family's banquet was in a lively atmosphere. Song Ziwen was so happy that he drank a little drunk, and pulled Zhang Mouzhi to tell a lot of "secrets". On the second day, Song Ziwen couldn't attend to his important affairs anymore, so he agreed to stay at Zhang Mouzhi's persuasion, and stayed at Zhang's house for three consecutive days.

Zhang Leyi's daily job is to chat with Minister Song. When she was restless, she felt that it was not an option to continue, so she pretended to be very happy and deceived her parents.

Finally, when Song Ziwen came down the mountain, Zhang Leyi brought a few hundred yuan of private money and said to her father, "Dad, I'm going to play with Uncle, so you can send someone to drive me off."

"Okay, okay, I'm calling the driver." Zhang Mouzhi felt relieved.

Zhang Leyi started on the road with a little excitement, and said to the driver after entering the city: "I'm going to buy some things for my daughter's house, so you wait here for me."

The driver naturally agreed and stayed there obediently. But Zhang Leyi got into the cosmetics shop, slipped away quietly through the back door, hailed a rickshaw and went straight to the station, and took the train to Nanchang.

From Jiangxi to Tianjin, the shortest distance is to take the Beijing-Hanzhou Line. But there was a war there, and at most they could reach Zhengzhou, so Zhang Leyi traveled along the Nanxun Line to Nanchang, then took the Zhejiang-Jiangxi Railway to Hangzhou, and finally took a ship north to Tianjin.