The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

At the beginning of October, the civil war resumed.

Zhang Zuolin let Sun Chuanfang deal with Nanjing alone, sent Zhang Xueliang to lead his army to fight Yan Xishan, while Zhang Zongchang and Chu Yupu went to fight Feng Yuxiang.

This time Zhang Zuolin was really serious. He didn't even care about his old home, and transferred several troops left in the Northeast to guard against the Japanese into Guanzhong, determined to eliminate Yan Xishan and Feng Yuxiang.

While Hebei, Henan, and Jiangsu were fighting endlessly, the Haihe River improvement project in Tianjin finally started.

Qujiadian, an ordinary small village. In the past, it was poor and peaceful, but today it is extremely lively, with the sound of crackling firecrackers in the early morning.

There are three major projects in the Haihe River Improvement Project, one of which is the "Qujiadian Water Conservancy Project". It is necessary to build dams and sluices, and to dig through the river to bring the water from the Yongding River into the silt discharge area.

Thanks to Zhou Hexuan's hard work, the entire project is four years earlier than in history and is expected to be completed by next fall. This move is not only beneficial to the commercial transportation of Tianjin Port, but also beneficial to the villages around Tianjin. Every year, the Haihe River is silted up, which will lead to the salinization of many fertile fields, and the grain harvest of farmers will continue to decline.

"I announce that the Qujiadian water conservancy project is now officially started!" Chu Yufeng stood on the high platform and shouted into the microphone. His face was beaming and full of complacency, as if the water conservancy project started smoothly under his command.

Ever since she sent people to assassinate Zhou Hexuan last year and ended up provoking foreigners, Chu Yufeng was severely reprimanded by her brother and restrained herself for a few months.

But Chu Yufeng is not a master who can calm down, and this year he ran out to make trouble again. He pretended to be a benevolent person and ran to the disaster relief, but he donated hundreds of oceans, but he forcibly occupied a few good-looking disaster victims' women, and he even called it "relief for the people".

Especially in May, Chu Yufeng ordered the Tianjin Mint to issue a commemorative coin with the portrait of his elder brother Chu Yupu to commemorate the first anniversary of Chu Yupu's tenure as governor of Zhili.

This move made Chu Yupu very happy, thinking that his brother was finally sensible.

Not long ago, I heard that foreigners were going to carry out the Haihe River improvement project, so Chu Yufeng came in again and became the chief project director of the Tianjin local government. This guy just wants to pay for the project, but unfortunately, foreigners are not vegetarians, so they don't give him the chance to eat and get cards.

Standing behind the foreign official, Zhou Hexuan listened to Chu Yufeng's start-of-work speech with a sneer, completely treating this person as a show-off.

After Chu Yufeng finished her speech, she greeted the foreigners one by one, and then came to Zhou Hexuan with a warm smile and said, "Brother Zhou, you are the best, even foreigners listen to you."

"Brother Chu won the prize, I'm just a matchmaker." Zhou Hexuan said.

Chu Yufeng and Zhou Hexuan hooked their shoulders together: "Let's go, Second Brother treats you to a show and a drink."

"Thank you, second brother, for your kindness, but I still have business to do today, so let's do it another day." Zhou Hexuan politely refused.

Seeing their affectionate appearance, brother and second brother shouted, how could they look like enemies?

The construction site was in full swing. In addition to the victims stranded in Tianjin, many local civilians were also recruited. All of them were beaming with joy. The reason was very simple. They didn't have to worry about not being paid if they worked for the foreign masters.

Zhou Hexuan was naturally happy to see it. His efforts were finally not in vain. Not only did the water conservancy project benefit the country, but it could also save many victims of the disaster. He is not a person who does big things, and he is very satisfied if he can do small things for the common people.

Returning to the concession in a foreigner's car, Zhou Hexuan went to the newspaper office in a rickshaw. Just as he got out of the car, a girl suddenly ran out from the side of the road and shouted loudly: "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou, wait a minute!"

"What's the matter?" Zhou Hexuan asked.

The girl said: "Mr. Zhou, hello, my name is Liao Yaquan. I escaped from Shandong with my mother and uncle, but lost contact with them halfway. I plan to look for relatives in the newspaper, but I have no money... "

Zhou Hexuan looked at the girl carefully, and saw that she had a pretty face, a slender figure, and was wearing a shabby school uniform, giving her a lovely and pitiful look. He immediately comforted: "It's okay, I'll help you get missing person notices for free."

"Thank you, thank you Mr. Zhou," Liao Yaquan said gratefully, "Everyone says you are a good person, and you are right. I will work hard to make money and pay you back in the future."

Zhou Hexuan asked: "Looking at you, you are a student, right?"

Liao Yaquan said: "I went to middle school in Shanghai, but after my father passed away, I went to Shandong with my mother to join my uncle. Fortunately, I was admitted to Shandong University. But Shandong is very bad now. My uncle's house was ransacked by bandits, so we had to flee to Tianjin. take refuge."

"Oh, it was Zhang Zongchang's fault again." Zhou Hexuan said with emotion.

Liao Yaquan looked at Zhou Hexuan expectantly: "Mr. Zhou, I can read, write, and speak English. Is there any shortage of people in your newspaper office? I can do odd jobs. I haven't eaten all day, and I only drank yesterday. I ordered a bowl of good porridge. The porridge was full of water, and not even a few grains of rice could be seen."

Zhou Hexuan thought for a while and said, "Well, since you can speak English, I recommend you to sort out the Haihe Committee. There are many foreigners there, just in need of translators."

"Ah... Thank you, thank you, Mr. Zhou." The disappointment in Liao Yaquan's eyes flashed away, and then he showed a joyful expression. She originally wanted to work in a newspaper, and then slowly approached Zhou Hexuan, but now Zhou Hexuan threw her to work as an interpreter, which completely deviated from her plan.

Zhou Hexuan said to Sun Yonghao: "Go and buy some steamed stuffed buns for Miss Liao to eat."

Sun Yonghao acted immediately, Liao Yaquan bowed again and again: "Thank you, thank you Mr. Zhou, I will repay you."

"It's just a meal, there's no need for that," Zhou Hexuan said with a smile, "Let's go, go to the newspaper office first."

How could Liao Yaquan refuse, and followed Zhou Hexuan step by step.

As soon as she returned to the newspaper office, Zhang Leyi walked quickly and said, "Brother Zhou, Mr. Yan Yangchu from the Civilian Education Promotion Association sent a telegram, saying that he wants to obtain financial support from the Hope Education Foundation."

"Why did you come to me again? Tell him to contact the foundation secretariat directly." Zhou Hexuan said.

Zhang Leyi said: "He contacted him, but the foundation refused to agree, saying that this kind of thing is only under the orders of the young marshal."

Zhou Hexuan thought for a while and said, "Let him come to Tianjin and talk to me in detail."

"Okay," Zhang Leyi noticed Liao Yaquan's existence now, and asked with some taste, "Who is this lady?"

Zhou Hexuan explained: "I just met her on the road. She is a disaster victim fleeing from Shandong. She was separated from her relatives. She wanted to publish in the newspaper but had no money."

"Oh." Zhang Leyi glanced at Liao Yaquan, and then helped Zhou Hexuan to return the telegram.

Zhou Hexuan smiled and said to Liao Yaquan: "You sit down for a while, I still have something to do."

"Mr. Zhou, please go ahead and leave me alone." Liao Yaquan smiled softly.

Zhou Hexuan returned to his office, opened today's manuscript and reviewed it carefully. After reading only a few lines, he muttered to himself, "Liao Yaquan? This name sounds familiar. Could it be some historical celebrity?"

Zhou Hexuan really didn't think about spies.

If it was Yoshiko Kawashima who came, he would be able to react immediately, because "Jin Bihui" is so famous.

But Liao Yaquan, this woman was even suspicious, and the posterity didn't even leave a picture.