In March of Yangchun (April of the Western Calendar), the east wind was already blowing in Tianjin, and the weather finally became warm.
In the afternoon, the sun shines into the alley, half of the wall is in the shade, and half of the wall is in the sun. The old yellow dog is curled up in the corner, squinting its eyes to enjoy the warmth of the spring. Occasionally, when pedestrians pass by, it half-opens one eye to look, and then
He continued to take a nap as if nothing happened.
Shan Chengfu walked to the big tree at the entrance of the alley with his sleeves rolled up, and greeted Mr. Zhang next door: "The sun is perfect today."
Fourth Master Zhang opened the wooden box he was holding in his arms, slowly took out the chess pieces, and said helplessly: "The sun is nice, but I'm afraid it won't last for a few days. When Marshal Zhang's soldiers from the northeast come in, who knows who will be
What kind of disaster will Qiu Ba cause to Tianjin City?"
Shan Chengfu put down the little horse and comforted himself by saying, "Dashuai Zhang is going to go to Peking and become the president this time. He should know how to restrain himself. He probably won't act recklessly."
"I hope so." Mr. Zhang sighed and sat across from Shan Chengfu.
The two men set up their horses, horses and cannons, and started fighting across the chessboard under the big tree at the entrance of the alley.
Soon, a few old men gradually gathered under the tree. Standing by and watching was not enough, and from time to time someone would give pointers.
"Hey, old Futou, your horse just jumped wrong! It's obviously a gift."
"Swing the car, swing the car quickly. You've already made six steps in the beginning and you haven't moved the car yet, and you're going to be stuck in the den."
"Behind-the-scenes attack! Hey, you first attack the enemy from behind, and then jump from behind to kill the enemy. You didn't even see this, you stinky chess piece!"
"..."
Watching chess does not speak of true gentlemen. There is obviously no gentleman among these old men. Each one shouted louder than the other, and in the end the chess players and the spectators got into a quarrel.
I don’t know how long it took, but a stooped newspaper delivery man walked quickly with a heavy mail bag hanging on his body. He shouted at the top of his voice: "The newspaper has been delivered, the newspaper has been delivered. If you have ordered the evening paper, come and get it!"
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The major evening newspapers are basically compiled in the morning, printed before two o'clock in the afternoon, and then distributed and sold one after another.
Hearing the shout of the newspaper deliveryman, several old men under the tree immediately turned around and looked over. Shan Chengfu also stood up and said: "Bring me the "Tianfeng Daily" and "New Tianjin Evening News" I ordered!"
When Shan Chengfu received the newspaper, an old man who was watching chess pushed him out of the way: "Old Dan, you go and read the newspaper slowly. I will play this game instead."
"Give me back Maza." Shan Chengfu spread his palms.
"Here, you old prick!" The old man kicked the pony away.
Shan Chengfu just sat on the pony, basking in the sun with his back against the big tree, picked up the newspaper and started reading slowly. The two newspapers he ordered were both for entertainment, especially the "Tianfeng News", which did not contain much news.
Articles, and the rest are all serialized novels.
Opening the "New Tianjin Evening News", Shan Chengfu went directly to the storytelling section at the back. After reading it, he looked at the novel section and suddenly said in surprise: "Hey, I have never heard of the author of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes".
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"The writing is quite good." Mr. Chen Erye, who was at the end of the alley, answered.
Shan Chengfu asked: "Are you reading this novel too?"
Mr. Chen said sarcastically: "I can read newspapers faster than you. I have read thousands of words of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"."
Shan Chengfu curled his lips, was too lazy to pay attention to the old guy, and kept reading.
"Hey, this paragraph is wonderfully written. Yang Tiexin is really a great man! A man should be like this." Chen Erye suddenly grabbed the article and cheered, which attracted several old men around him to look at him sideways, wondering what he was crazy about.
Shan Chengfu's reading speed is a bit slow. His eyes are dim and he doesn't wear glasses, so he can only stick the newspaper in front of his face and read it word by word.
He had only read about 2,000 words, but Mr. Chen had already finished his work. He happily acted as a storyteller and read from the newspaper to the old men: "...Suddenly I heard the sound of footsteps in the snow on the road to the east.
The rise and fall were very fast, and the three of them turned around and saw that it was a Taoist priest. The Taoist priest wore a bamboo hat and a raincoat, and his whole body was covered with white snow. He had a long sword stuck diagonally on his back, and the yellow silk strips on the sword handle were blowing in the wind.
Flying left and right, the sky full of wind and snow, walking alone in stride, it is really extraordinary..."
Shan Chengfu was too lazy to put in any effort on his own. He closed his eyes and leaned against the tree leisurely, listening to Mr. Chen's story.
Mr. Chen Erye was a scholar in the former Qing Dynasty. He failed to pass the examination for many years, so he simply donated money to become a supervisor, which was barely considered a meritorious one. Unfortunately, the money he donated was not enough, and he could not fill the gap.
In the end, he could only make a living by doing some small business. On the contrary, his son studied abroad in Japan and followed Mr. Sun Yat-sen to make a revolution, and now he is an official in the southern government.
They kept talking until the sun was about to set. Chen Erye finally clapped his legs and said: "I know what will happen next, and I'll let you know next time!"
"Is this gone?"
"Is Yang Tiexin dead?"
"Where is Qiu Chuji? Will Qiu Chuji come out to save these two families?"
“It’s really appetizing!”
"..."
Due to insufficient newspaper space, the first chapter of "Legend of the Condor Heroes" was not serialized and was cut off when the fight was at its most exciting. The old men were itching to hear it and couldn't wait to know the plot behind it. They gathered around one by one.
Stand next to Mr. Chen and let him continue talking.
Mr. Chen spread his hands and said: "There are only so many in the newspaper. Let's wait until tomorrow to read the stories."
Putting away the newspaper, Mr. Chen went home with his hands behind his back and his head held high. Although the Qing Dynasty was over long ago, he still had a sense of superiority among a group of old guys. After all, he had fame and fortune.
The remaining old men were still discussing the plot, and Shan Chengfu also chatted for a while before going home. He felt like a cat scratching his head, wishing he could come early tomorrow afternoon, so that he could know the next plot.
After being serialized for a week, "Legend of the Condor Heroes" finally entered the desert plot. Xiao Guo Jing was appreciated by Genghis Khan and learned archery from the marksman Zhebie.
As the plot progresses little by little, "The Condor" finally emerges, showing a difference from current martial arts novels. This book has a larger layout, a stronger sense of rhythm, and endless exciting points, which will appeal to readers of the Republic of China.
They can't stop.
The sales of "New Tianjin Evening News" actually increased by more than a thousand copies in just a few days because of the popularity of this martial arts novel.
In the teahouses of Tianjin City, people are often talking about Qiu Chuji, Jiangnan Seven Monsters and Guo Jing. "The Condor" seems to have become a hot topic.
But that's all. Most people who like to read martial arts novels are ordinary people. They did not attract much attention in the literary circles of the Republic of China. Progressive young students and scholar writers simply looked down on this kind of recreational reading.
At this time, Zhang Zuolin finally invaded Tianjin.
Perhaps Marshal Zhang really wanted to covet the throne of the President. His army did not act recklessly in the city, leaving only a small team to defend the city. The army immediately turned and ran to attack Peiping. This time it was more clean and tidy. Feng Huanzhang was defeated like a mountain, and Zhang Zuolin
The capital was captured easily.
Kyushu was shaken. Most Chinese and foreigners believed that Zhang Zuolin was likely to truly rule China. Zhang Dashuai's prestige was huge for a time.
