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The Northern Expeditionary Army won victories one after another, and the momentum was like a bamboo, killing from Hunan to Hubei.

Because of the help of the Feng army in the northern battlefield, Wu Peifu was finally able to mobilize the main force to the south. By the end of August, the Northern Expeditionary Army had successfully conquered Yuezhou, defeated Wu Peifu's main force, and directed its troops at the three towns of Wuhan.

The so-called cold lips and teeth, Zhang Zuolin saw that Wu Peifu was finished, and he finally panicked. After repelling Feng Yuxiang, Zhang Zuolin hurriedly transferred troops to support Wu Peifu, and Chu Yupu, Zhang Zongchang and other troops went to Xuzhou. Zhang Xueliang and other descendants of the troops stayed in the north to stabilize the territory that had just been conquered.

At the beginning of September, Mu Chun, commander of the 14th Army of the Feng Army's cavalry, ran rampant and misbehaved in the occupied area, and even robbed the golden Buddha in a temple, causing resentment among the people.

Zhang Xueliang was ordered to go to the purge, and Mu Chun had a division commander named Wang Yongqing, who heard the news and ambushed the sniper in advance, and only waited for Zhang Xueliang to get out of the car and shoot when he spoke.

When the train arrived at the station, Jiang Huanan, the captain of the guard, noticed that the atmosphere was not right, and took the initiative to get off the train instead of Zhang Xueliang to give a lecture. As a result, as soon as he stepped down the ladder, Jiang Huanan was shot in the temple, and then the two sides started a shootout, and Zhang Xueliang's special train was beaten into a sieve.

These old-fashioned warlords are unruly and unruly, forcing even Zhang Xueliang to dare to kill them, which shows how unstable the Feng system is. In this way, the army, not to mention fighting the Japanese, is enough to deal with the Northern Expeditionary Army, and the war is smooth and fashionable, but once it shows a declining trend, it is often the end of defeat.

The events on the battlefield have nothing to do with Zhou Hexuan, his energy is mainly focused on the education foundation, and Hope Primary School will officially open in September.

Meng Xiaodong returned to Beiping to continue his studies, "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" has also been serialized, and on the day of the finale, "New Tianjin Evening News" was frantically snapped up, and the streets and alleys were full of discussions about Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

The sales volume of "Shooting the Condor" has long exceeded 30,000 copies, and the royalties are settled every month, and Zhou Hexuan has a total income of more than 8,000 yuan (after tax). Lili Books began to actively plan to edit the hardcover again, and even specially invited artists to make illustrations, this time preparing to sell them nationwide.

On the eve of the opening of Hope Primary School, Zhou Hexuan also received a sample book of "The Rise of a Great Power". He opened it and looked at it, and immediately cried and laughed.

The main text of "The Rise of Great Powers" is less than 400,000 words, but the preface written by those gentlemen adds up to more than 70,000 words. Chen Yinke and Wang Guowei are better, each of them only wrote a few thousand words in the preface, and the most terrifying thing is Liang Qichao, who actually sent a preface of 40,000 words.

Zhou Hexuan was speechless for a moment after reading the preface, which is the preface written by Liang Qichao, it is clearly a historical research paper. He made a detailed analysis of the historical method of "The Rise of Great Powers", and also mentioned the direction of the development of Western historiography in recent years, and praised Zhou Hexuan as the most authoritative expert on world history in contemporary China.

This is not the first time Liang Qichao has done this kind of thing.

Six years ago, Jiang Baili wrote a "History of the European Renaissance" and invited Liang Qichao to write a preface. The main text of this book is only 50,000 words, but Liang Qichao's preface is 50,000 words. It is estimated that he himself felt that it was too long, so he had to write another short preface, and renamed the long preface "Introduction to Qing Dynasty Academics" and published it separately.

People who like to play mahjong really can't be provoked.

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On September 9, 30 Hope Primary Schools in the Zhili area opened.

The largest of these schools has three faculty members, while the smallest has only one faculty member.

It's not that Zhou Hexuan doesn't want to get bigger, but there are very few teachers in the poor countryside who are willing to go, and there are not many school-age children who come to study.

In the vast rural areas, children of a few years old are already part of the labor force, mowing grass, herding cattle, feeding pigs, and everything can be done. Even if they want primary schools to be tuition-free and provide nutritious lunches, parents do not agree to send their children to school.

Girls, in particular, are regarded as losing money by their parents, and they are laughed at by their neighbors when they are sent to school.

Also, Hope Elementary School has just opened, and there is only one grade in the school, and there are too many teachers to teach it.

The eastern suburbs of Tianjin.

At the end of the crackling firecrackers, Zhang Xueliang personally unveiled the plaque, and the plaque was engraved with ten big characters of "Hope Primary School Tianjin No. 1 School". Among them, the four characters of "Hope Primary School" are written by Zhang Xueliang, and the other six characters are ordinary printing.

The school building is a few simple houses built on wasteland, with earthen walls and windows that are wide open, not even glass, and the cold wind gurgles into them.

The principal's name is Han Qingdong, an old master in his 50s. Wearing a long robe, he stood on the earthen platform and shouted hoarsely: "I would like to invite Mr. Zhang Xueliang, President of the China Hope Education Foundation, to give a lecture!" ”

Zhang Xueliang was assassinated only a few days ago, and even the captain of the guard around him died. He took the stage with a smile on his face at the moment, looked at the more than a dozen children in the audience, and the same number of reporters and said: "Education is the foundation of the country, and students are the hope of the nation." China Hope Education Foundation, based on China's basic education, aims to enable all children in China to study...... Your classrooms are very simple, but the knowledge you have learned is very valuable, and I hope that everyone can work hard, study hard, and study hard for the country, for the nation, and for themselves......"

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a round of applause, and the reporters also stood at all angles and began to take pictures.

After the lecture, the class officially started, and more than a dozen students ran into the classroom excitedly, and Zhang Xueliang personally handed them brand new textbooks.

Well, it's all showmanship.

After all, Zhang Xueliang still wants to use this to invite fame, you can't expect him to do it for nothing. In the future, the plaque of "Hope Primary School", the name of the school on it is written by Zhang Xueliang, and he relies on this to make many people remember.

Wen Xiu walked up to the podium, wrote her name on the blackboard, and said: "My name is Wen Xiu, and I will teach you Mandarin in the future, and you can call me Teacher Wen." Now everyone introduces themselves in turn, let's choose the class leader first. She pointed to the first student in the first row and said, "This student comes first." ”

The named student was about seven or eight years old, dazed and at a loss, looking at Wen Xiu stupidly.

Wen Xiu had to be patient and teach slowly, she said: "This classmate should stand up and say what his surname is, what his name is, and how old he is." Please stand! ”

The student finally got up timidly and said, "My name is Chen Dewang, and I am 9 years old this year. Teacher, can I sit down? ”

"Good, next classmate." Wen Xiu nodded and said.

The second student was smart and clever, and said quickly: "My name is Zhang Xiaowu, I am seven years old this year, and my family lives in XX Hutong in the east of the city. I can write my own name, count to 100, and I know a few words in the newspaper. Teacher, I'm done. ”

Wen Xiu was very satisfied with this student, and she asked, "Zhang Xiaowu, have you read before?" ”

"Teacher, I haven't read books, but I've sold newspapers," Zhang Xiaowu said, pointing to Zhou Hexuan, who was watching the lecture outside the door, "I've seen that gentleman, and I also sold him a few copies of 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes'." ”

Zhou Hexuan smiled dumbly, and finally recognized this Zhang Xiaowu as the newsboy he had met on the street before.

After all the students finished introducing themselves, Wen Xiu clapped his hands and said, "I propose that Zhang Xiaowu be the class president, please raise your hand if you agree." ”

Hula held up a large piece, and the appointment was considered passed.

Wen Xiu had already entered the state, and said with a smile: "Very good, now please open the first lesson of the textbook and read the ...... aloud with the teacher."

"I'm Chinese."

"I'm Chinese."

"I was born in a great country."

"I was born in a great country."

"I am determined to study for the rise of China."

"I am determined to study for the rise of China."

Listening to the sound of reading aloud in the school, Zhou Hexuan smiled, and his smile was very bright. He finally made a real contribution to this troubled country.