"Puff puff!"

Li Xuanzhu, dressed in civilian clothes, knocked on the door of the courtyard, and the hem of his clothes was bulging at his waist, and an M1892 revolver was pinned to it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Recently, Chu Dashuai bypassed Zhang Zuolin and the Japanese, and secretly negotiated an arms deal with the French. 30,000 rifles with 300,000 rounds of ammunition, 6 mountain guns with 20,000 shells, 10 Fiat guns with 200,000 shells were purchased, with a total value of 14 million francs.

These were all stocks of France after the First World War, most of the rifling was badly worn, and some even had rusty barrels, but they were still very popular when sold to China. The French also knew how to do favor business, and gave away 500 pistols and a large number of bullets for free, and Chu Yupu gave one to each of his direct guards.

In the past ten years, the franc has depreciated wildly, and the value of the pound has fallen to 240:1, and 14 million francs is less than 600,000 oceans.

Since receiving the French revolver, Li Xuanzhu has been so bad that he has to hold it in his arms even when he sleeps, and he carries it with him when he goes out, never leaving half a step.

"Babble!"

The old door of the courtyard opened, and when the landlady saw that it was Zhou Hexuan, she hurriedly greeted her with a smile: "Mr. Zhou is here, please come in, please come in!" ”

"Old lady, excuse me!" Zhou Hexuan hugged his fists.

The landlady said gratefully: "Thanks to Mr. Zhou's care, those big-headed soldiers don't dare to come to the door to make trouble." ”

When the landlord Shan Chengfu heard the movement, he hurriedly asked his daughter-in-law to make tea, ran to the courtyard and said, "Mr. Zhou, come into the house and sit down." ”

"No, I'm here to find Brother Shoumin." Zhou Hexuan said with a smile.

The door of the west wing room was suddenly pushed open, and Li Shoumin's Sichuan voice came: "Rare guest, rare guest, I just said that the magpie kept calling today." ”

Zhou Hexuan entered the house to meet Mrs. Zhou, so he took Li Shoumin and Li Xiangji out to play, and the third brother Li Shouji also wanted to follow, but was scolded by Li Shoumin and went back to the house to do homework.

"Go to the Xinming Theater!"

Li Shoumin instructed the coachman, turned back to Zhou Hexuan and said: "In the past two days, the Xieqing Society has performed in Tianjin, but you must not miss it. ”

Zhou Hexuan has no hobby of traditional opera, and he doesn't know which popular opera troupe Xieqing Club is. Since Li Shoumin likes to watch it, he should be distracted by his friends.

The rickshaw ran on the street for a while, Zhou Hexuan looked at the sparse pedestrians, and couldn't help but say: "This Tianjin city is a lot more deserted, and it used to be so lively on weekends." ”

"It's not Chu Yu's ......" Li Shoumin glanced at Li Xuanzhu and changed his words, "It's not Chu Dashuai's credit, today he caught the Red Party, and tomorrow he will levy money, but the people of Tianjin have met a big man in the sky." ”

"Hehehe." No matter how stupid Li Xuanzhu is, he can still hear the irony. But this is a fact, and Li Shoumin is a good friend of Zhou Hexuan, so he doesn't know what to say except for giggling.

To be honest, the people of Tianjin still miss Feng Yuxiang's rule a lot, and although General Changzhang is politically vacillating, he is much more moderate than Chu Yupu in terms of managing the people.

After walking a short distance, a newsboy suddenly appeared on the street. He was barefoot, wearing shabby single clothes, holding a booklet in his hand and shouting: "The Legend of the Condor Heroes is a single book, a set of four volumes, the number of copies is limited, first buy first served, then buy but there is no more!" ”

Li Shoumin laughed: "Brother Hexuan, your masterpieces have actually been published." ”

"Thanks to Xiangji's connection," Zhou Hexuan asked the coachman to stop and beckoned to the newsboy, "How did "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" sell?" ”

The newsboy immediately ran over: "A set of four volumes, one yuan each, you can buy them separately, and the whole set is only three and a half yuan." ”

"Give me one set, and the rest of the five dimes will be a tip for you." Zhou Hexuan took out 4 silver dollars and said.

"Okay, thank you, sir!" The newsboy rejoiced.

Zhou Hexuan took a look at the books and found that each book only had six chapters and about 160,000 words. In terms of current prices, this book is expensive enough to sell, and it is no different from robbing people.

There were few intellectuals in the Republic of China, and even fewer could write books for publication, so not only did the literati pay high manuscripts, but the prices of books were also ridiculously expensive.

In Lao She's novel "Divorce", there is such a plot: a colleague persuaded Lao Li not to buy books, save the money for buying books every month, and buy a small house in Beiping in a few years.

A few years of money to buy books can buy a house in the capital, which is simply a fantasy in later generations, but it is a fact when the Republic of China is shelved.

If you don't talk about the manuscript fee for Zhang Hatshui's book, you would buy a palace in Beiping.

Zhou Hexuan handed the book to Li Shoumin's brother and asked the newsboy: "How is this "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" selling?" ”

The newsboy smiled: "It's selling well, I've only been on the street for a short time, and I've already sold 8 sets, and I'm about to go back to get the goods." Earn a lot more than selling newspapers. The newsboy got a tip of 5 dimes, and he was very happy, and he said, "If "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is sold every day, I will be able to earn enough tuition fees in half a year and go to school." ”

Looking at the happy smile on the newsboy's face, Zhou Hexuan felt very sad, and he wanted to say a lot but couldn't say it. He waved his hand and said, "Go get busy, read more books to have hope." ”

"My mother said so," said the newsboy, running away excitedly, and quickly turning and bowing again, "Thank you, sir!" ”

Li Shoumin was also a little touched, and asked for no reason: "He Xuan, when will you say that this country will be invigorated?" ”

Zhou Hexuan shook his head helplessly: "As long as China is not reunified, it will always be endless internal friction, and the warlords don't care about the life or death of the people." ”

The two men stopped talking, and each fell silent.

The rickshaw arrives at the Xinming Theater in a blink of an eye, and no matter how much war is raging outside, it is always lively here, like two unrelated worlds.

Zhou Hexuan bought four high-end tickets and sat in front, and after watching the opening scene, today's highlight finally came.

After listening to the introduction of the newspaper, Zhou Hexuan knew that Xieqing Club was Shang Xiaoyun's team.

Shang Xiaoyun is the founder of Shang School art, and in the 30s, he was as famous as Mei Lanfang and ranked among the four famous artists of Peking Opera. At this time, although he has not yet broken out of this name, he has already become famous all over the country, and no matter how brutal the warlord is, he will not dare to kill him easily.

Reputation is important!

As long as Zhou Hexuan's "The Rise of a Great Power" is finished and published, and his reputation spreads throughout China, Chu Dashuai will never dare to embarrass him again.

To Zhou Hexuan's surprise, Shang Xiaoyun actually acted in a fashion drama today. The Peking Opera master wore a suit and was accompanied by Western instruments throughout the repertoire called "Modern Girl".

Wearing suits, playing foreign music, and singing Peking Opera, the content of the story is interpreting Buddhist stories, and the painting style is strange to the extreme.

"Good!"

sang to the highlights, and the audience applauded, and the sound seemed to be able to tear down the roof of the theater.

Zhou Hexuan turned his head curiously to look at the side, the person next to him was not too hot to panic, he was still wearing a hat in June, and half of his face was covered by the brim. The strangest thing is that this person's applause just now is extremely high-pitched, and it is clearly a woman in men's clothes.