The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

Lizhuang Town.

There is Shangba Village one kilometer away from the center of the town. There are bamboo forests everywhere, and dozens of families live deep in the bamboo forests. The place where Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin lived is called "Moon Field" by the locals. This name has nothing to do with romantic poetry, it is just that there is a paddy field there that is shaped like the moon.

Mo Zongjiang, Liang Sicheng's assistant and student, member of the Architecture Society and future architectural historian, finished washing up early and came to the office to help teacher Liang Sicheng organize materials.

Luo Zhewen, the future ancient architect and director of the China Institute of Cultural Relics, had just turned 16 at this time and was still childish. He walked to the yard and saw Liang Sicheng's son Liang Congjie and Liu Dunzhen's son Liu Xujie playing marbles. He immediately smiled and said, "I'll take part in one."

"Brother President, come and help me beat him!" Liang Congjie said quickly.

As a result, Luo Zhewen got down on the ground and played marbles with two little kids in a serious manner.

The future architect Lu Sheng was only 22 years old at this time. He couldn't laugh or cry when he saw this situation. He went back to his room and wrote a limerick and posted it on the camphor tree in the courtyard: "Play beads early, play beads late, play beads every day without reading." .”

In the next few years, various notes will be posted on that camphor tree.

For example, Ye Zhongji, a future architect, always wanted to be fatter because of his thin body, so he wrote a note on the tree to laugh at himself: "Selling an old man is half a box of fat."

Liang Sicheng's daughter Liang Zaibing often caught colds and got sick, so she followed the same example and posted notes on the tree: "Colds and colds are sold."

At this moment, Liang Zaibing was hanging on the tree like a little monkey, lying between the tree branches and watching his younger brother playing marbles below.

Not only do Liang Sicheng and Lin Huiyin live here, but all members of the Architecture Society also live here. The dormitory area per person is less than 5 square meters. In addition to a small bed, there is barely enough room for a desk. The camphor tree in the yard is also their training facility. Every day, Liang Sicheng takes the students to climb the tree. This is to practice climbing onto the beams when inspecting buildings.

"President Luo, stop playing marbles and come in to help!" Lu Sheng shouted from under the eaves.

Luo Zhewen stood up and patted the dust on his knees, threw away his marbles and said, "Don't call me President Luo, my name is Luo Zhewen."

"Okay, President Luo." Lu Sheng smiled.

Luo Zhewen rolled his eyes and trotted towards the office, as if he didn't want to talk to Lu Sheng anymore.

Luo Zhewen was Liang Sicheng's new disciple in Yibin. His original name was Luo Zifu. When he pronounced it quickly in Sichuan dialect, he changed it to Roosevelt, hence his nickname "President". He was very unhappy about this, so Liang Sicheng changed his name to Luo Zhewen.

"Little monkeys, come here and help!" Jin Yuelin came out with a hoe. He wanted to dig an earthworm pond in the corner of the yard to raise chickens.

Jin Yuelin is still teaching at Southwest Associated University. He heard that Lin Hui came over to visit because he was ill. He will go back in a while and will only come back during winter and summer vacations.

Several children immediately went over to help. Even though Liang Zaibing was a girl, she slid down the tree and was extremely agile.

Jin Yuelin commanded: "Go and catch earthworms for me. The more the better. Don't go too far, and don't play in the paddy field."

The children immediately followed the order and left, laughing as if they were playing a game.

Lin Huiyin was supported by her mother and came to the yard. Her face was pale and haggard, and she had long lost her modern and graceful temperament.

Jin Yuelin put down his hoe and asked with concern: "Are you feeling better?"

"Much better." Lin Huiyin said.

Lin Huiyin traveled all the way to Lizhuang at the end of last year. He was already weak and tired. He also encountered local people burning straw for compost, and inhaled too much plant ash, which caused a recurrence of lung disease. In the past few months, her illness had waxed and waned. Sometimes she had a high fever that wouldn't go away for more than half a month. It would get better and then become serious again. This was all because of the lack of medicine.

Seeing Lin Huiyin's weak appearance, Jin Yuelin felt uncomfortable and said, "I'm going to town to buy a chicken and make chicken soup today."

Lin Huiyin quickly stopped: "No need. You don't have any money either. Don't use up all the travel expenses back to Kunming."

"Don't worry, I have money." Jin Yuelin smiled and walked towards the town.

Looking at Jin Yuelin's retreating back, Lin Huiyin could only sigh.

She has experienced too much in the past few years, and at the most dangerous time, her whole family was almost killed by a bomb. At that time, a bomb fell outside the house. Lin Huiyin and Liang Sicheng rushed out holding a child. As soon as they ran to the door, the bomb fell into the house, and the blast blew them away. The last bomb fell not far away. She and Liang Sicheng both held their children and waited to die. Fortunately, the bomb misfired and did not explode.

Lin Huiyin even learned needlework from her mother, and she made the children's cloth shoes. In Liang Sicheng's original words: "Under the vegetable oil lamp, making cloth shoes for children, buying and cooking cheap coarse food, we are living the life of our parents, but doing modern work."

Jin Yuelin walked to the town wearing a long gown. Unfortunately, today was not a market day. He walked around and saw no chickens for sale anywhere.

In desperation, Jin Yuelin had no choice but to knock on the door of a random house and ask, "Does your family sell chickens?"

The other party felt confused and asked: "Who are you?"

"I...I am..." Jin Yuelin suddenly forgot his name again and replied with an idea, "I am a professor at Tongji University and I want to buy a chicken."

The other party didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "My family only raises two egg-laying hens, and they are not for sale. Also, don't buy chickens in the town, go to the farmer's house in the village and ask."

Jin Yuelin immediately realized that the residents in this town probably didn't raise chickens very much, so he quickly said: "Thank you for the advice, you are so smart!"

It wasn't until Jin Yuelin reached the end of the alley that the man said to himself: "This man must be a fool."

Jin Yuelin, who wanted to return to the village, suddenly found that he was lost. Although there were not many lanes in the town, they were like a maze. As he was walking, he suddenly heard someone shouting in front of him: "It's eating people, it's eating people, the people going down the river are eating people!"

"Xiajiang people" is the name of the people in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River in Sichuan. Sometimes it also refers to outsiders. Anyway, the scholars, teachers and students who moved to Lizhuang are called Xiajiang people by them.

"What's going on?"

"Where are the cannibals?"

"It's so scary inside the Patriarch's Hall. The teachers there lead students and kiddies to eat people!"

"Make no mistake."

"That's right, the stomach was cut open, and the heart and lungs were taken out and placed in order to make heart and lung soup."

"You bastard son of a bitch, these bad people from the river actually come to our village to eat people. Come on, brother, pick up the pole and follow me!"

"Report to the official, hurry up and report to the official."

"..."

The Ancestral Hall is the temporary site of Tongji University Medical College. Jin Yuelin followed him curiously and found that the Ancestral Hall was already surrounded by local people. The teachers and students of the medical school were caught and surrounded by the crowd, and the evidence of their "cannibalism" crimes was also carried out - the corpses were seen with their chests broken open, which scared some timid locals and backed away.

In the excitement of the crowd, a middle-aged man in a white coat hurriedly explained: "Don't hit people, don't hit people, listen to me. We are not cannibalizing, this corpse is used for anatomy classes, we are in class."

"What nonsense! No one kills people in class. If you kill one person in class, you won't kill all of us Li Zhuang people!"

"That's it, take them to see the officials."

"What kind of official would you kill to pay for your life? Just beat him to death."

"..."

Jin Yuelin was stunned and didn't know what to do. He stood outside and couldn't even squeeze in.

Tong Dizhou and Ye Yufen, who had just arrived in Lizhuang from Chengdu, were watching from a distance, wondering whether to laugh or cry: "It's a bit difficult to do research here."