The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

Tianjin, Siheyuan.

Shen Congwen wrote the manuscript until midnight last night. In a daze, he vaguely heard someone shouting in the yard: "Brother Ziyuan, brother Congwen, go to work!"

"Here we come, we come!" Shen Congwen turned over and hurried to the courtyard to wash up.

Li Shoumin was not in a hurry, and waited patiently, looking up to admire the birds jumping and singing among the branches.

After a few more minutes, Zhu Xiang showed up with a yawn, and said sleepily, "What time is it? You guys woke up too early."

Li Shoumin smiled and said, "It's a bit far from the newspaper office, so get up early so you won't be late."

Shen Congwen came to Tianjin with Zhou Hexuan, and shared the rent with Zhu Xiang in the courtyard opposite Li Shoumin. We are all bachelors, we were invited out for a drink yesterday, and we became good friends after a meal.

Li Shoumin is forthright and calm, Zhu Xiang is an angry youth who is casual, Shen Congwen is modest and gentle, and the three have different personalities. Usually, Li Shoumin and Zhu Xiang talked at length when chatting, and Shen Congwen sat next to him and occasionally added a sentence, which caused a lot of laughter.

When he came to the entrance of the alley, Shen Congwen took the initiative to buy breakfast and took Zhu Xiang's share with him.

"Thank you!" Zhu Xiang didn't know what it means to be polite, so he ate as soon as he received it, without mentioning money at all. In his opinion, there is no need to worry about so much between friends, just treat him another day.

The crowd came to Dongcheng by tram, and then walked to the concession, and walked for half an hour before arriving at the newspaper office.

"Dazhong" is a supplement to "Ta Kung Pao", and its offices are next to each other. Zhou Hexuan is the editor-in-chief and editor in charge of the novel edition, Li Shoumin is the editor of the drama edition and life edition, Shen Congwen is the editor of the essay edition and the women edition, Zhu Xiang is the editor of the poetry edition and the comment edition, and He Yunfeng is in charge of proofreading.

Everyone quickly entered the working state, reviewing and editing manuscripts independently, and their personalities also led to different working methods.

Li Shoumin likes to lean on a chair to read manuscripts. He can't help but slap his thighs in admiration when he reads the wonderful parts, and throws unqualified manuscripts aside.

Shen Congwen sat upright, making marks while reviewing the manuscript. As long as the manuscript is not extremely bad, he will patiently revise it repeatedly, so his editing speed is the slowest.

"What are you writing about? It doesn't make any sense!" Zhu Xiang threw the manuscript around with a look of disdain. His reading speed is fast, but unfortunately, it is almost noon, and the number of manuscripts is not enough.

Zhu Xiangnai, one of the "Four Sons of Tsinghua University", is extremely talented and extremely conceited, so he is particularly picky about articles. At the end of the selection, he simply started to write by himself, and finished it with ease, and finally completed the number of manuscripts.

In the afternoon, all their manuscripts were sent to the editor-in-chief's office, and Zhou Hexuan would check them out as a whole, and those that did not meet the requirements would be typed back and tried again.

While Zhou Hexuan was reviewing the manuscript, Meng Xiaodong suddenly knocked on the door and entered.

"Xiaodong, why are you here?" Zhou Hexuan asked in surprise.

"I often run back and forth between Tianjin and Beiping." Meng Xiaodong smiled and took out a piece of manuscript paper, "Didn't you say last time that you let me write some drama reviews when I have time, and get them to be submitted to the supplement of Dazhong?" I'll try I wrote an article, but I don’t know if I can pass it, brother Zhou, please help me read it.”

Zhou Hexuan took it over and looked at the title, it was called "My Opinions of Old Students of the Tan School", and the content was about Meng Xiaodong's art learning experience in the past six months. Not to mention the style of writing, the words are simple and direct, but the handwriting is beautiful, Meng Xiaodong's calligraphy is much more beautiful than Zhou Hexuan's.

"It's well written and can be published." Zhou Hexuan affirmed.

"Really?" Meng Xiaodong was overjoyed, his eyes turned into crescents. She has always felt that writing articles is a very elegant thing, and only things written by scholars can be printed in typeface.

Zhou Hexuan encouraged and said: "Continue to work hard in the future, you will not only become a famous Peking Opera actor, but also become a master of opera theory."

Meng Xiaodong said shyly: "Brother Zhou, you are joking, I am just a small actor, what a master."

"Women can also be masters, you can do it." Zhou Hexuan said.

"Hee hee, I really believe it." Meng Xiaodong was quite happy, and took out another theater ticket and said, "Brother Zhou, I will officially come back on stage on the 15th day of the lunar calendar this month, and the venue will be Xinming Grand Theater. If you If you are free, I hope to come and join you.”

Zhou Hexuan put away the theater tickets and said, "I will definitely go."

Meng Xiaodong got up and said, "Then I'll go first, brother Shou Min will also send one to me."

"Let's go together, I just finished editing the manuscript." Zhou Hexuan said.

The two walked out of the office together, and Zhou Hexuan handed over the manuscript to the proofreaders, and it will be printed in the evening and sent to major distribution outlets tomorrow morning.

Li Shoumin packed his things and was about to leave work, when he saw Meng Xiaodong coming, he immediately teased, "Xiaodong, are you coming to see your brother Zhou again?"

Meng Xiaodong acted like a little girl in front of Zhou Hexuan, but when she got along with Li Shoumin, she was generous and could take jokes, she took out the theater tickets and said, "Brother Shoumin, you must come to join me for the premiere of my comeback. "

"Of course, haha." Li Shoumin laughed.

While chatting lively here, Shen Congwen and Zhu Xiang also came over. They didn't know Meng Xiaodong, and when they first saw a beautiful woman, they couldn't let go.

Li Shoumin introduced: "Ziyuan, Congwen, this is Mr. Meng Xiaodong, a famous Peking Opera actor."

Meng Xiaodong clasped his hands together and said, "Mr. Said, I dare not be the one. The little girl, Meng Xiaodong, has met her two older brothers."

Shen Congwen and Zhu Xiang also quickly introduced themselves, and when Meng Xiaodong also gave them theater tickets, Zhou Hexuan said, "Let's go to dinner first, I'll treat you."

"I'm here to find a place!" Li Shoumin said quickly. He has no other hobbies, except for watching theaters, he just likes food, and Li Shoumin has eaten in many restaurants in Tianjin.

Everyone set off in a rickshaw, and when they passed a concession street, several cars suddenly drove towards them.

Li Shoumin saw the people sitting inside through the car window, and said in surprise, "Chu Yupu! Isn't he fighting in the south?"

Not only Chu Yupu, Zhou Hexuan also saw Zhang Zongchang and Yang Yuting, these warlords gathered together, there must be another big event about to happen.

In fact, it's not a big deal. Zhang Zuolin is convening various factions in Beiyang to discuss a joint deal with the Northern Expeditionary Army and Feng Yuxiang. Now warlords, large and small, gather in Tianjin, including Sun Chuanfang, Yan Xishan and others, but Wu Peifu is missing.

This gathering of warlords is equivalent to an alliance. Fifteen provinces jointly formed the Anguo Army, with Zhang Zuolin as the commander-in-chief of the Anguo Army.

At this time, Zhang Zuolin had formally unified the Beiyang warlords, and the commanders of all parties were willing to listen to his command. Only Wu Peifu was still dead and refused to submit. When he formally took office as the commander-in-chief of the Anguo Army at the beginning of next month, he even knelt down and worshiped the heavens in a large dress, which might not have meant imitating Yuan Shikai's proclaiming himself emperor.

Of course, Zhang Zuolin didn't dare to claim the title of emperor, he could only live his life by offering sacrifices to heaven.

Zhou Hexuan has no interest in this, he only cares about his own newspaper sales. The inaugural issue of the "Popular" supplement will be released tomorrow, and "The Legend of Condor Heroes" is serialized in the novel edition, which should attract readers' attention.