Zhou Hexuan stayed in the hospital for a week. In the end, he couldn't stand the smell of the medicine, so he was discharged early from the hospital with his arms hanging.
Sun Yongzhen still needs to recuperate for some time. The fourth rib in his back was severely fractured and he had to lie on the bed all day. It was so uncomfortable, and he needed help from someone even to turn over.
Zhou Hexuan was not a stingy person. The bodyguard used his body to block bullets for him, so he naturally had to express his gratitude. He rewarded Sun Yongzhen with 1,000 yuan and his brother with 500 yuan. Incidentally, they also increased their monthly salary by 10 silver dollars.
"Sir is back," the servant Liu Wu opened the door in surprise and quickly took out a basket of eggs. "I heard that your husband is in the hospital, and I don't know where to go to visit. These are eggs laid by my own hens, which is just right.
Replenish your health, sir."
Zhou Hexuan asked: "How much?"
Mrs. Liu Wu smiled and said: "It's not a valuable thing. Eggs are 3 cents and 5 cents per pound, and this basket is only 7 cents. Thanks to my husband for taking care of me, I think it's a little bit of my heart."
"Aunt Liu is interested," Zhou Hexuan nodded, "Starting from next month, your salary will increase by 2 cents."
"This...this is so embarrassing." Mrs. Liu Wu said happily.
Sun Yonghao and Meng Xiaodong moved things into the house. Meng Xiaodong held the books he brought back from the hospital and asked, "Where are these books?"
"The study is in the second room from the left." Zhou Hexuan said.
Seeing Meng Xiaodong's handsome appearance, Mrs. Liu Wu asked, "Sir, is this your lady?"
Zhou Hexuan introduced: "My friend, Meng Xiaodong, just call her Miss Meng."
"Okay." Mrs. Liu Wu said with a "I understand everything" smile.
Zhou Hexuan was extremely troubled by this, and Meng Xiaodong insisted on coming home with him, saying that he would not return to Peiping until the injury on his shoulder healed.
Youdao is the hardest to accept the kindness of a beautiful woman. Meng Xiaodong was so warm and gentle that Zhou Hexuan's heart melted a little, and he secretly felt a trace of affection.
That night.
Zhou Hexuan was holding a copy of "Field Research on Children's Studies" and reading slowly. He was too bored in the hospital a few days ago, so he asked Sun Yonghao to go out and buy a few academic books. Sun Yonghao didn't know a few Chinese characters, so he bought them randomly with money, and even
I also bought two medical books.
This book, "Field Research on Children's Studies," was published by the Commercial Press last month. The author is American Pullock. In terms of content, it should be called "Children's Educational Psychology" more appropriately.
Zhou Hexuan is currently engaged in education, so naturally he has to learn some educational psychology. He is also planning to continue compiling primary school textbooks.
"Dong dong dong!"
Zhou Hexuan heard the knock on the door and shouted casually: "Please come in!"
Meng Xiaodong came in with a midnight snack and said, "Brother Zhou, I made you a bowl of lotus seed soup. Drink it while it's hot."
"Thank you." Zhou Hexuan thought to himself, is this the rhythm of reading at night?
Meng Xiaodong stood aside politely, looking at the dozen or so academic works on the bookshelf, and couldn't help but feel a kind of admiration for scholars in her heart. She also read and read, but in addition to dramas, she only read some Tang poetry and Song poetry.
It is absolutely difficult to read popular novels and academic monographs.
Zhou Hexuan drank the lotus seed soup and said: "I have to go to work in the newspaper office tomorrow, so don't follow me. It will have a bad influence."
"I understand," Meng Xiaodong said with a smile, "There are many Peking Opera fans in Tianjin. I can talk to them about singing and singing. This is how I came here before."
The next day.
Zhou Hexuan came to the newspaper office with his arms hanging, and the employees came to greet him one after another.
Hu Zhengzhi said: "Why don't you rest at home for a few more days?"
"I have nothing to do and I am so bored," Zhou Hexuan asked, "By the way, how are our newspaper sales?"
Hu Zhengzhi smiled and said: "It has stabilized at more than 8,000 copies, and it should exceed 10,000 by the end of the year. When the daily sales exceed 20,000 copies, I think I can open a branch in Shanghai, where more people will read the newspaper."
Compared with "Shenbao" and "Xinwen" with sales of more than 100,000 copies, "Ta Kung Pao" is still too weak. It has distribution points in more than 20 cities across the country, but the radiation area of "Ta Kung Pao" is only in Zhili
Regionally, just the breadth of influence is far from enough.
Zhou Hexuan said: "Many newspapers now have supplements. How about Ta Kung Pao also publish one?"
Hu Zhengzhi said: "I can't help it. If you decide to run a supplement, you will have to find a literary expert."
"Leave the supplement to me." Zhou Hexuan said with a smile.
Hu Zhengzhi slapped his head hard: "Looking at my memory, I even forgot that you wrote "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"."
That's it. The Legend of the Condor Heroes has been completed. If the sequel "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is published in the newly established supplement, it will definitely increase sales quickly.
Zhou Hexuan immediately started writing a supplement plan. He thought about the name of the supplement for a long time, and finally decided to tentatively call it "Popular".
Judging from the name "Popular", we can tell that it follows a popular line, unlike supplements such as "Literature", "PEN", and "Canglang", which sound literary and alienated from the masses.
The supplement is tentatively scheduled to be 4 pages, with a total of 16 pages. The content includes novels, operas, essays, essays, youth, women, humorous jokes, common sense of life, etc. It will be published every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Zhou Hexuan alone will definitely not be able to do it.
Recruit people specifically.
Li Shoumin is very suitable. You can let him be the editor of the opera page. You can even ask Meng Xiaodong to write some articles about Peking Opera and interesting things about the lives of famous Liyuan artists. This is equivalent to the entertainment page in later generations. Opera in
Its status in the hearts of ordinary people in the Republic of China is probably equivalent to that of popular songs in later generations.
Just after finishing writing the plan for the supplement "Popular", Wenxiu suddenly rushed in crying and said incoherently: "I don't want to teach anymore, I'm so tired, I can't teach anymore, I..."
"What happened?" Zhou Hexuan handed her a handkerchief and comforted her, "Don't cry, speak slowly."
Wenxiu choked up and told what happened: Since the opening of Hope Primary School, people have come here every day to watch, from traffickers to celebrities and wealthy businessmen, all rushing to have a look at Dao Fei. Even outsiders passing through Tianjin, if
If you have free time, go to school and watch the fun.
Some of these people admired Wenxiu very much and donated money to the school generously. But most of them just watched the fun, and some even cursed Wenxiu for being unruly and often pointed at her.
The number of onlookers in the school is getting larger and larger, and it has reached the point where it is affecting the teaching order.
Not to mention, a group of old people and young people suddenly came over today. In front of everyone, they cursed insulting words such as rebellious women, bitches, dirty concubines, etc. Wenxiu finally collapsed. She didn’t even finish the class, so she covered herself up.
Face cried and rushed out of the classroom.
Those who were watching the commotion, instead of helping to condemn him, laughed happily and chased after Wenxiu to make a fuss.
"This is unreasonable," Zhou Hexuan was furious after hearing this and said, "You will go to class as usual tomorrow. If those people dare to come again, I will let them scold them in the cell!"
Zhou Hexuan was really angry. He couldn't deal with the warlords, and he couldn't deal with the old and the young. The assassination incident had already made Zhou Hexuan angry, and now he just vented it on those people.
Someone came out to act as a punching bag for him, how could Zhou Hexuan have the heart to refuse.