The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

Zhou Hexuan's understanding of Luyin came from the university elective course "History of Modern Chinese Literature". She is the first feminist writer in China (not counting Lu Bicheng). Her works often focus on women from the perspective of women, but her style of writing is straightforward, vigorous, stubborn, and she writes like a knife.

Luyin's women's rights are real women's rights, pursuing equality and independence between men and women, and advocating that women should not be vases, women should save themselves, and women should share family and social responsibilities with men. For housewives who are unable to work, their housework and child-rearing should also be regarded as labor.

This kind of thinking was very valuable in the early years of the Republic of China—it will also be very valuable in China decades later.

When Zhou Hexuan selected "History of Modern Chinese Literature", the deepest impression on Lu Yin was her tragic life. He obviously lived in a family of officials and officials, but he suffered all kinds of hardships since he was a child. After getting married and having a daughter, his husband died of illness. Kicked out of the house by her mother-in-law, and suffering for several years, she finally met a good man and remarried. Seeing a few years of happy life, but finally died of dystocia.

In fact, the reason why Lu Yin could not die was because of poverty. In order to save money, the couple didn't go to the hospital, and only spent more than ten yuan to hire a midwife to deliver the baby at home. As a result, the bleeding continued, and it was beyond treatment in the hospital.

Unlike Zhu Xiang's own tragedy, Lu Yin's tragedy all comes from society.

Patriarchal!

If she was a man, her parents would never regard her as a disaster and let her fend for herself. If she gave birth to a boy, the mother-in-law would not drive them out of the house after her husband died.

This woman has never surrendered, and has been fighting against fate all her life, but unfortunately she is still no match in the end.

"Is Ms. Huang going to Peiping?" Zhou Hexuan asked.

Lu Yin nodded and said, "Peking Municipal Girls' High School is short of a principal, and I was invited to take up the post."

"Ms. Huang is really young and promising." Zhou Hexuan laughed. He knew that Luyin's principal had not been in office for long, and because he was not good at handling mundane affairs, he resigned after only one year.

As for the principal, and he is still the principal of a public school, he must have contact with various officials. Everyone knows the virtues of being an official. She is tired of this, and would rather not be a principal and teach as an ordinary teacher.

"Woo..."

The train whistle blew.

Lu Yin hurriedly buckled the suitcase and said, "Mr. Zhou, let's talk next time. I have to catch the train."

Zhou Hexuan said: "Ms. Huang, if you are not happy in Beiping, you can come to Tianjin "Ta Kung Pao" newspaper to find me."

"Okay, goodbye!" Lu Yin didn't have time to say more, put her daughter on her back, and walked away quickly with two suitcases.

"well!"

Looking at Lu Yin's thin back, Zhou Hexuan couldn't help sighing. The Republic of China was difficult, and women in the Republic of China were even more difficult. For an ordinary-looking woman like Lu Yin who doesn't rely on family background or men, it is a miracle that she can become a principal at such a young age.

After returning home, someone came to visit soon, but it was Liu Huicheng, the owner of Lili Bookstore, who personally sent the money.

"Mr. Zhou, this is last month's royalties." Liu Huicheng held a foreign bank check with both hands.

The royalties of the later generations were basically settled in the first half of the year, but the Republic of China had frequent wars, and everyone was afraid of accidents, so they were settled on a monthly basis.

Zhou Hexuan glanced at it, saw that the above amount was more than 10,000, and immediately said with a smile: "Boss Liu, just send someone here for such a trivial matter, why bother you."

Liu Huicheng smiled and said, "Others can do it. I have to deliver Mr. Zhou's royalties to my door in person. That's how I respect him."

"Boss Liu has a heart." Zhou Hexuan said.

Liu Huicheng tentatively said: "Mr. Zhou, your "The Legend of Condor Heroes" has already been serialized for 80,000 words, is it possible to publish a separate book?"

Well, this is Liu Huicheng's real purpose, and the businessman can't afford it without profit.

"The Legend of Condor Heroes" has now been serialized when Guo Jing takes Yang Guo to Mount Zhongnan. Guo Jing has just shown off his might on the mountain, which makes readers hooked. And the protagonist Yang Guo has been stealing chickens and dogs since he was a child, and even worshiped Ouyang Feng as his adoptive father, which is not a serious thing at first glance. But such a protagonist is more humane and easier to be accepted by readers.

Some critics commented in the newspaper: "Yang Guo in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is completely different from Guo Jing in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". Guo Jing is honest and dull, but Yang Guo is evil. As soon as he appears on the stage, he doesn't know who stole it. Chicken, he will flirt with women at a young age. This is not a knight in the traditional sense, he is the son of the villain Yang Kang, he has his own personality and personality, let us wait and see how far he can grow in the end."

It can be said that "The Legend of Condor Heroes" is more popular than "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". The only thing people criticize nowadays is that Huang Rong, who is eccentric and eccentric, is written as a middle-aged woman with a hideous face. Huang Rong fans are almost scolded.

Facing such a best-selling novel, Liu Huicheng naturally wanted to win the copyright.

Zhou Hexuan didn't play tricks, and said with a smile: "35% of the royalties, if Boss Liu agrees, we will sign the contract."

"Okay!" Liu Huicheng agreed without thinking.

...

morning.

Shan Chengfu walked into the courtyard with his sleeves rolled up, and greeted Li Shoumin and others who were about to go to work: "It's early, have you eaten yet?"

"Have eaten, good morning old man." Li Shoumin greeted.

The weather was a bit cold, Shan Chengfu drank white steam and walked to the entrance of the alley, where several old men were already waiting. They didn't come to play chess. Only fools would play chess outside in this kind of horrible weather. It would be strange if they didn't freeze into dogs.

"Why don't you come?" Fourth Master Zhang said tremblingly.

"Come on, come on!" Shan Chengfu stomped his feet and moved his body.

Not long after, Second Master Chen came over with the bird cage, and said with a smile, "They're all here, good morning!"

Fourth Master Zhang said angrily: "Fart, I'm freezing to death."

Several old men waited for a long time, and finally a newspaper delivery worker came over and shouted: "Get the newspaper, "New Tianjin Daily", "Yishi Daily", "Ta Kung Pao", "Dazhong Daily"..."

"Hurry up, hurry up!" the old men kept urging.

As soon as they got the newspaper, they couldn't wait any longer, so they stood where they were and started to read it.

What do you think they are doing?

Waiting for more "The Legend of Condor Heroes"!

In the previous chapter, it was written that Yang Guo was oppressed by the Chongyang School, got into a catastrophe, and fled into the forbidden area indiscriminately. The readers were all whetted.

Chen Erye was a scholar in the former Qing Dynasty. He read books very fast, and soon read that Xiaolongnu officially appeared. It was written in the newspaper: Yang Guo raised his head, and saw a slender hand like white jade lift the curtain and walk in a young girl. The girl was dressed in a white dress like a veil, as if she was in the mist, she looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, except for a head of black hair, her whole body was white, her face was beautiful and ordinary, but the skin was missing. A layer of blood, appearing abnormally pale.

"What a wonderful girl!"

Chen Erye couldn't help cheering in a low voice: "This woman should only exist in the sky, and it's rare to hear it in the world."

After he finished reading the content of today's serial, he sighed and said, "It's a pity that it's too cold and glamorous, and it's not human."

Fourth Master Zhang said with a smile: "Women should be cooler."

"I like Huang Rong better, she's smart." Shan Chengfu said.

"It seems that this little dragon girl should be the heroine, which is very suitable for me." Chen Erye said, stroking his beard.

"Martial arts novels depend on men, why do you care about women?" Shan Chengfu said while gesticulating, "Unexpectedly, Guo Jing has become a peerless master. I think the combination of east evil and west poison can't beat him. That Eighteen Palms , Hit it with one move, and broke the Big Dipper Formation!"

Chen Erye said: "You don't understand this. Everyone has the love of beauty. Novels must have women and men, and the harmony of yin and yang will be good."

"Old and unscrupulous!" Everyone despised in unison.

Mr. Zhang said: "The novel written by Mr. Jin is still good. I look forward to reading the next one every day."

"It's Mr. Zhou, my tenant!" Shan Chengfu said proudly.

In the Republic of China, there were too few entertainment methods. A martial arts novel was not only sought after by young people, but even made a few old men wait for it in cold weather.

Throughout Tianjin, I don’t know how many people watch "The Legend of Condor Heroes" every day, and now the daily sales volume of the supplement of "Popular" has exceeded 8,000 copies. Fanatic fans even hailed "The Legend of Condor Heroes" as the best book today.

Zhou Hexuan was worried, should the plot of Dragon Knight be changed?

It can't be changed. Although the concept of sex was gradually opened up during the Republic of China, it was only limited to intellectuals. Ordinary people still place great emphasis on chastity, if Taoist priests defiled Xiaolongnv, the newspaper office would probably be smashed.