The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

In March of Yangchun (April in the Western calendar), the east wind has already blown in Tianjin, and the weather finally warms 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 his eyes to enjoy the warmth of the spring day. Occasionally, when a pedestrian passed by, he half-opened one eye to see it, and then continued to take a nap without noticing it.

Shan Chengfu walked under the big tree at the entrance of the alley with his sleeves wrapped around his sleeves, and greeted Fourth Master Zhang next door, "Today is a good day."

Fourth Master Zhang opened the wooden box he was holding in his arms, slowly took out the chess pieces from it, and said helplessly: "The sun is good, but I'm afraid it won't be in the sun for a few days. When the soldiers of Marshal Zhang from the Northeast come in, I don't know who the group is." What will Qiu Bahui do to Tianjin City?"

Shan Chengfu put down his ponytail, and comforted himself, saying: "Marshal Zhang is going to enter Beiping this time to become the president, so he should know how to restrain himself, he probably won't act recklessly."

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

The two of them set up their horses and cannons, and fought under the big tree at the entrance of the alley, across the chessboard.

Soon, a few old men gathered under the tree. It was not enough to stand around and watch. From time to time, some people gave advice.

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

"Swing the car, swing the car quickly. If you don't swing the car after taking six steps at the beginning, you will be stuck in the old den."

"Shooting after the horse! Hey, first hit the general, and then jump the horse and kill him. You haven't seen this, you stinky chess basket!"

"..."

Watching chess without saying a word is a real gentleman, there is obviously no gentleman in this group of old men, one shouted louder than the other, and finally the chess players and the chess watchers quarreled.

I don't know how long it took before a stooped newspaper delivery boy walked quickly, with a heavy postal bag hanging on his body, and shouted loudly: "The newspaper is delivered, the newspaper is delivered, and those who have ordered the evening paper come and say hello! "

The major evening papers are basically edited in the morning, printed before two o'clock in the afternoon, and then distributed and sold one after another.

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

When Shan Chengfu got his newspaper, an old man who read chess pushed him away: "Old Shan, read the newspaper slowly, I will play this game instead."

"Give it back to me, Mazar." Shan Chengfu spread his palms.

"Here, you old man!" The old man kicked the pony away.

Shan Chengfu just sat on the ponytail, basking in the sun with his back against the big tree, picked up the newspaper and began to read slowly. The two newspapers he ordered are all for entertainment, especially "Tianfeng Bao", there are not many news items, and the rest are all serialized novels.

Opening the "New Tianjin Evening News", 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've never heard the name of the author of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes."

"It's well written." Second Master Chen at the end of the alley answered.

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

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

Shan Chengfu curled his lips, he didn't bother to pay attention to that old guy, and continued to read by himself.

"Hey, this paragraph is wonderfully written, Yang Tiexin is really a great man! A man should be like this." Second Master Chen suddenly pulled the text and applauded, which attracted the sideways glances of several old men around him, wondering why he was going crazy again.

Shan Chengfu's reading speed was a bit slow. He was old and dim-sighted and didn't wear glasses, so he could only stick the newspaper to his face and read it word by word.

He had only read about 2,000 characters, and Chen Erye had already finished his work. He happily acted as a storyteller, and read to the old men according to the newspaper: "...Suddenly I heard the sound of stepping on the snow on the east road, and the footsteps The ups and downs were extremely fast, and the three of them turned their heads to look, but they saw that it was a Taoist priest. The Taoist priest was wearing a bamboo hat and a coir raincoat, and his whole body was covered with white snow. There was a long sword stuck obliquely on his back. Flying left and right, the sky is full of wind and snow, striding alone, it is really extraordinary..."

Shan Chengfu didn't bother to work hard by himself, he leaned against the tree with his eyes closed and listened leisurely to Chen Erye's storytelling.

Chen Erye was a scholar in the former Qing Dynasty. After several years of examination, he failed to pass the examination as a scholar, so he simply donated his money to a supervisor. It's a pity that the money he donated was not enough, and he couldn't make up for the real shortage. In the end, he could only do some small business to make a living. On the contrary, it was his son, who went abroad to Japan to follow Mr. Zhongshan to start a revolution, and now he is an official in the southern government.

Talking about it until the sun was about to set, Chen Erye finally patted his legs and said: "You can predict what will happen next, and let's listen to the next chapter to break it down!"

"It's gone?"

"Is Yang Tiexin dead?"

"Where is Qiu Chuji? Will Qiu Chuji come out to save these two families?"

"It's really appetizing!"

"..."

Due to insufficient newspaper space, the first chapter of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was not finished serially, and the chapter was broken when it was playing the most exciting. The old men were so itchy to hear that, they couldn't wait to know what happened next, and surrounded Second Master Chen one by one to let him continue talking.

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

Putting away the newspaper, Second Master Chen went home with his hands behind his back and his head held high. Although the Qing Dynasty was over long ago, he still has a sense of superiority among a group of old guys, after all, he has fame.

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

After being serialized for a week, "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" finally entered the desert plot. Xiao Guo Jing was appreciated by Genghis Khan, and he also learned archery from the sharpshooter Philosophy.

As the plot progressed little by little, "Shooting the Condor" finally emerged, showing a difference from the current martial arts novels. This book has a larger layout, a stronger sense of rhythm, and endless refreshing points, which makes the readers of the Republic of China want to stop.

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

In the teahouses in Tianjin City, people often talked about Qiu Chuji, the Seven Monsters of the South of the Yangtze River and Guo Jing, and "Shooting the Condors" seemed 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 didn't attract much attention in the literary world of the Republic of China. Progressive young students, scholars and writers simply looked down on this kind of pastime reading.

And at this moment, Zhang Zuolin finally broke into Tianjin.

Perhaps Marshal Zhang really wanted to covet the throne of the President. His army did not run amok in the city, leaving only a small team to defend the city. The army immediately turned and ran to attack Beiping. This time it was more clean and tidy, Feng Huanzhang was defeated like a mountain, and Zhang Zuolin easily occupied the capital.

Kyushu was shaken, and most Chinese and foreigners believed that Zhang Zuolin was likely to truly rule China, and Zhang Dashuai had great prestige for a while.