Leaving a confused Bai Zhenyong behind, Fei Jingting rode his bicycle back home.
Fei Jingting lived in an era where wearing masks to fight the epidemic was almost a daily routine. At its peak, he was screened for nucleic acid four times a week. He vaguely remembered the article he read at the time, which said that the Spanish flu killed 25 million people.
to 100 million people.
How many people are there in the world these days? 1.7 billion! Good guy, according to the maximum estimate, there is a full one-seventeenth less. This thing is terrible.
In fact, Fei Jingting was overly worried. It was already 1920, and spring was about to begin. The Spanish flu would disappear completely in the spring, and Australia would not disappear until August. Turning his attention to the country, only Fusamo was making a fuss.
, and a lot fewer people died this time.
As for the rest of the country, there was no commotion at all. Beiyang had just witnessed the turbulent public opinion last year. Seeing the foreign newspapers reporting the horror of the Spanish Flu, the Anfu clique, fearing that they would be driven out of power, immediately actively fought against the epidemic.
It's a pity that the sentiment was wrong. Perhaps because of the herd immunity of the foreign devils, this wave of influenza did not make a fuss at all in China.
When Fei Jingting returned home, Guan Xiyi had already gotten up. She practiced till midnight last night, and when she woke up this morning, Guan Xiyi's face suddenly became much rosier, and her skin was as smooth and tender as a newly peeled egg.
When Fei Jingting came in, Guan Xiyi and Ni Qiufeng were sitting next to each other, muttering to each other.
"Getting up? What did you say?"
Guan Xiyi's face suddenly turned red: "I didn't say anything... You, have you eaten?"
"not yet."
Guan Xiyi hurriedly stood up and said: "There are still some overnight meals, I will fry you a bite." After that, she hurried into the kitchen.
Ni Qiufeng on the sofa pursed her lips and snickered. Fei Jingting was a little confused. Just as he was about to go up and change his clothes, the doorbell rang, and it was Fan Wenlan who came to visit.
As soon as he entered the door, Fan Wenlan took off the black cloth covering his mouth and nose and joked: "Well, Fei Jingting, I finally caught you. Where is the book? Have you started writing it?"
Fei Jingting sneered: "Brother Wenlan underestimates me, start writing? More than that, I have finished writing."
Fan Wenlan was startled: "Huh? Where is it? Show me quickly."
Ni Qiufeng had nothing to do these days, so he copied out the printed manuscript.
Without bothering Jingting to greet him, Ni Qiufeng went up to the study room on the third floor and took down the copied manuscript.
Hu Qigu came over to make tea, and her charming eyes made Fan Wenlan lose his mind for a while.
Realizing that it was rude to stare at the maid, Fan Wenlan hurriedly coughed and said, "Jing Ting is really... quite blessed."
Fei Jingting smiled and said nothing, Hu Qigu was a serious vixen, and he didn't know what An was thinking. If possible, Fei Jingting would like to send him away as soon as possible.
Ni Qiufeng handed over the manuscript, and Fei Jingting handed it over to Fan Wenlan.
Fan Wenlan said in surprise: "Did you really write it? Let me take a look first."
It doesn't matter at first glance, it seems like there is no end to it. The views in the manuscript have been mentioned by Fei Jingting before, and they are not surprising. What is rare is the detailed data in the book to support them.
From the moment Fan Wenlan was tricked by Fei Jingting into writing, he has been spending time in the library of Peiyang University. After a few months, the information he collected was only a bit of information. How could it compare to what Fei Jingting excerpted?
That's all. The middle part of the book introduces the rise of the great powers in detail, which makes Fan Wenlan marvel and enjoy reading it.
These days, Chinese people, especially intellectuals, all look at the West through filters. Some are too beautifying, and some are too derogatory. There are not many people like Fei Jingting who hold a middle-of-the-road view.
Fan Wenlan broke out in a cold sweat when he saw British sheep eating people, child labor in factories, and the fact that few miners in the mines survived for more than five years.
"This...this Britain is so cruel? It really goes against the way of a saint!"
Talking about the way of saints to marine civilization? What a joke.
Look at the distant relatives of these people, the Aryans in the South Asian subcontinent. These guys drove the indigenous people to the south, and then established a caste system based on skin color. How is this different from the British slave traders?
Fei Jingting had no writing skills and wrote everything in vernacular, while Fan Wenlan considered it word by word, trying to penetrate the core of Western civilization through words.
After reading the whole book, Fan Wenlan frowned and said: "This path of the rise of the Western powers, which involves internal suppression and external plunder, is probably not our path to the rejuvenation of China."
Fei Jingting smiled: "That's right. I talked with Mr. Liang before, and Mr. Liang once said that Western civilization is dead."
"Since he is dead, how can he still bully me, Hua Xia?"
"With first-mover advantage and a solid family foundation, we can sustain it for another hundred years."
As for a hundred years from now... Fei Jingting came from that era, when the rabbit stopped pretending to be a grandson and let you show off your teeth and claws. In the end, he just became a clown.
Fan Wenlan was thoughtful.
We had dinner in the bungalow at noon. Guan Xiyi's cooking skills were not outstanding. There was also roast duck Fei Jingting brought back from the capital. However, Fan Wenlan didn't know how to taste it and kept thinking about something.
After dinner, Fan Wenlan said: "Jing Ting's article is thought-provoking. It doesn't require many changes, so I can only help polish it up... If this is published, Jing Ting should sign it alone. I really can't
Dare to be listed among them."
"Brother Wen Lan is too modest. My writing is rough and I want you to improve it more..."
Fan Wenlan waved his hand: "That's it. If my name is really signed and you take such a big advantage for nothing, I won't be able to sleep well."
No matter how Fei Jingting tried to persuade him, Fan Wenlan just shook his head and refused. With no other choice, Fei Jingting had no choice but to agree.
The manuscript was taken away by Fan Wenlan, and it took a full week before Fan Wenlan sent back the revised manuscript. It was just as Fan Wenlan said, only some words and sentences were changed, and the views and core of the article were not changed at all.
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Fei Jingting invited Fan Wenlan to Mr. Liang's house.
When Mr. Liang heard that the book was finished, he was immediately overjoyed. Fei Jingting wrote the first half of the manuscript so brilliantly that he thought the second half would not be too bad either.
Mr. Liang immediately took the manuscript and carefully said that Mr. Liang was a figure who left a great name in history. He had far-sightedness and could say that Western civilization was dead after a trip to Europe.
Moreover, many of his views coincide with the core of Fei Jingting's book. Although he does not agree with some parts, these are minor details and not worth mentioning.
After reading the manuscript, Mr. Liang praised: "What a great book, what a great book...it's just a pity."
Fei Jingting and Fan Wenlan looked at each other and asked, "Where is the pity?"
Mr. Liang shook the manuscript and said: "This article only said that China should follow the Chinese road, but it did not say what the Chinese road is."
Fei Jingting looked calm and said, "Mr. Liang, this is a little difficult for me."
"That's right. People of insight are all looking for the path China should take. It would be better for Jing Ting not to write about it, so as not to cause controversy."
Fei Jingting thought to himself that he knew the path he should take, but he didn't dare to write it down. If he did, he would definitely be harmed by Beiyang.
After a pause, Mr. Liang continued: "I had something in mind a few days ago and wrote a preface to Jing Ting, but now that I think about it, it seems a little inappropriate. In this way, the manuscript will be left with me for now, and I will think about it again and wait until I write it.
Please submit the preface directly to the Commercial Press."
With Mr. Liang in charge, Fei Jingting was naturally relieved.
From that day on, Fei Jingting felt relieved. When he saw Mr. Liang before, he wanted to hide away, secretly blaming himself for being arrogant. Now that the manuscript is finished, the only thing left is cultivation.
The family was still peaceful. After the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the jade shop reopened, and Ni Qiufeng became busy every day. Guan Xiyi also adapted to the monastic life. She sat down and breathed in every day, plus eating snacks every other day, and her spiritual practice made great progress.
for speed.
When Fu Yunzhao practiced on his own, he didn't know how long it took him to move from foundation building to the realm of rotating light. However, Guan Xiyi estimated that if she continued to practice according to the current advanced level, she would be able to enter the realm of rotating light in at most three years.
This speed is already incredible!
Of course, you can’t compare with Fei Jingting. Who makes Ya Ting so systematic?
After sitting at home and practicing for a few days, Fei Jingting used up all the Yin evil spirits in the jade tablets, so he went to the countryside to collect Yin evil spirits. Unexpectedly, the harvest was very little. Fei Jingting secretly thought that he had harvested too much.
Because of this, the Yin evil here cannot be recovered for a while?
Living in Jinmen is convenient, but it lacks the necessary resources for practice. The Qi of Tiangang is okay, but the rest, whether it is Yin evil spirits or golden evil spirits, or even the spiritual intelligence that Jinmen does not have at all, is not easy to find.
It’s no wonder that practitioners throughout the ages have mostly avoided living in the mountains.
Fei Jingting was very quiet and thought about it, so he discussed with Guan Xiyi and went back to look around for a suitable place to practice. Jinmen is located in the Great Plains, with the vast Yanshan Mountains to the north. Fei Jingting didn't expect to find anything.
Cave Heaven Blessed Land, as long as the Yin evil energy gathers, it will be enough.
That day, Fei Jingting was just about to go out to investigate when he was blocked at home by Chief Editor Pang who came to visit.
Editor Pang still had the same fiery temper and asked with all his face, "Jing Ting, have you written a book?"
"Huh?" Fei Jingting didn't react for a while and said, "No, I gave you the outline of the Condor Shooting before, and I didn't pass it on."
"Hey, it's not a storybook, I'm talking about a book!"
Only then did Fei Jingting react: "Oh, oh, yes."
Editor Pang was anxious: "Fei Jingting, don't pretend to be stupid with me! To tell you the truth, I have read the full text from Mr. Liang!"
Fei Jingting thought to himself, could it be that the core of his book disagreed with Editor Pang?
He asked tentatively: "How about my book?"
Not wanting to, Editor Pang slapped his thigh: "Okay, great!"
Hmm? Then what’s the reason for this aggressive attitude?
At this time, Editor Pang was heard shouting: "As soon as this book is published, who in the world will not know Fei Jingting from now on?" The topic suddenly changed, and Editor Pang said fiercely: "Why don't you discuss publishing such a good book with me?
?Mr. Liang is famous, but can he save his dignity and ask for royalties from the bookstore? Jingting, you are confused!"