In the spring of March (April of the Western calendar), the east wind has blown in Tianjin, and the weather has finally warmed up. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

In the afternoon, the sun shines into the alley, half of the walls are cloudy, and half of the walls are yang. The old yellow dog curled up in the corner, squinting and enjoying the warmth of the spring day, and only then did it half-open one eye when a pedestrian passed by, and then continued to nap as if it were a blind eye.

Shan Chengfu walked under the big tree at the mouth of the alley with his sleeves cuffed, and greeted Zhang Siye next door: "Today is the right day." ”

Zhang Siye opened the wooden box he was holding in his arms, slowly took out the chess pieces from it, and said helplessly: "The sun is good, I'm afraid it won't be able to dry for a few days." When Zhang Dashuai's soldiers from the northeast came in, I don't know what kind of disaster those Qiu Ba will do to Tianjin City. ”

Shan Chengfu put down the little Mazha, and comforted himself as if he was comforting himself: "Zhang Dashuai is going to enter Beiping to be the president this time, he should always know to be more restrained, and he will probably not mess around." ”

"I hope so." Zhang Siye sighed and sat opposite Shan Chengfu.

The two of them set up their horses and artillery, and they fought under the big tree at the mouth of the alley, across the chessboard.

Soon a few old men gradually gathered under the tree, and it was not fun to stand by and watch, and someone pointed out the country from time to time.

"Hey, old man, you just jumped the wrong horse! It's clearly a send. ”

"Swing the car, swing the car. I took six steps at the beginning and didn't put the car in the car, and I was going to be blocked in the nest. ”

"Hindsight! Eh, first cannon sit on the lieutenant general of his army, and then jump off the horse and then kill the cannon. You don't even see that, stinky chess basket! ”

“……”

Watching chess is silent and true gentlemen, there are obviously no gentlemen in this group of old men, one is more powerful than the other, and in the end, those who play chess quarrel with those who watch chess.

I don't know how long later, a rickety newspaper delivery man walked quickly, he hung a heavy mail bag on his body, and shouted at the top of his throat: "The newspaper has been delivered, the newspaper has been delivered, and those who have ordered the evening newspaper come and receive it!" ”

The major evening newspapers were basically compiled in the morning, printed before 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and then began to be distributed and sold one after another.

Hearing the shouts of the newspaper driver, a few old men under the tree immediately turned to look over, and Shan Chengfu also stood up and said, "Bring the "Tianfeng Daily" and "New Tianjin Evening News" I ordered!" ”

When Shan Chengfu's newspaper was in hand, an old man watching chess squeezed him away: "Old Dan, you read the newspaper slowly, and I will play this game." ”

"Maza give me back." Shan Chengfu spread out his palms.

"Here, you old pick!" The old man kicked the pony away.

Shan Chengfu just sat on the pony, basking in the sun with his back against the tree, picking up the newspaper and reading slowly. The two newspapers he ordered were all pastimes, especially "Tianfeng", there were few news contents, and the rest were all serialized in various novels.

opened the "New Tianjin Evening News", and Shan Chengfu went directly to the back of the storytelling page. After reading it, I went to read the novel version again, and suddenly said in surprise: "Hey, I haven't heard the name of the author of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"." ”

"It's pretty well written." Chen Erye at the end of the alley answered.

Shan Chengfu asked: "Are you also reading this novel?" ”

Chen Erye said: "I read the newspaper faster than you, and I have read thousands of words in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". ”

Shan Chengfu pursed his lips, didn't bother to pay attention to the old thing, and continued to read by himself.

"Hey, this paragraph is wonderfully written, Yang Tiexin is really a great man! That's how a husband should be. Second Master Chen suddenly dragged Wen to applaud, attracting a few old men around him to look sideways for a while, not knowing what he was crazy about.

Shan Chengfu's reading speed was a little slow, he was dizzy and didn't wear glasses, so he could only stick the newspaper in front of him and recognize it word by word.

He had only read about 2,000 words, and Second Master Chen was already done, so he happily became a storyteller, and read the newspaper to the old men: "...... Suddenly, they heard the sound of stepping on snow on the east road, and the footsteps rose and fell very quickly, and the three of them turned their heads to look, but they saw that it was a Taoist priest. The Taoist priest wore a hat on his head, a lily robe, his whole body was covered with snow, and a long sword was stuck obliquely on his back, and the yellow silk strips on the handle of the sword flew left and right in the wind, and the wind and snow were full of sky, and he strode alone, which was really extraordinary......"

Shan Chengfu didn't bother to bother himself, and closed his eyes and leaned against the tree to listen to Second Master Chen's story.

Second Master Chen was a scholar in the former Qing Dynasty, and he didn't get admitted to Xiucai after taking the exam for many years, so he simply paid money to donate a prisoner, which can barely be regarded as famous. It's a pity that the money he donated is not enough, and he has not been able to make up for the real shortage, and in the end he can only do some small business to make a living. On the contrary, it was his son, who stayed in Japan to follow Mr. Zhongshan to make a revolution, and is now an official in the southern government.

talked until the sun was about to set, and Chen Erye finally patted his leg and said: "I know what will happen next, and listen to the next decomposition!" ”

"That's it?"

"Is Yang Tiexin dead?"

"Where's the Qiu Machine? Will the mound come out to save these two families? ”

"It's an appetizer!"

“……”

Due to the lack of newspaper space, the first chapter of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was not serialized, and it was broken when it was at its best. The old men were itchy to hear it, and they couldn't wait to know the plot behind, so they gathered around Second Master Chen one by one and asked him to continue talking.

Chen Erye spread his hands: "There are only so many in the newspaper, if you want to hear the story, just wait for tomorrow." ”

Putting away the newspaper, Chen Erye went home with his hands behind his back and his head held high. Although the Great Qing Kingdom has long been over, he still has a sense of superiority among a group of old guys, after all, he is famous.

The rest of the old men were still discussing the plot, and Shan Chengfu also chatted for a while before going home. His heart is like a cat's scratch, and he can't wait to come early tomorrow afternoon, so that he can know the next plot.

After being serialized for a week, "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" finally entered the desert plot, and Xiao Guo Jing was appreciated by Genghis Khan, and he also learned archery from the marksman Jebe.

As the plot progresses little by little, "Shooting the Condor" finally emerges, showing a difference from the current martial arts novels. The pattern of this book is larger, the sense of rhythm is also stronger, and the cool points are endless, and readers who read the Republic of China can't stop it.

The sales of "New Tianjin Evening News" have increased by more than 1,000 copies in just a few days because of the popularity of this martial arts novel.

In the teahouses in Tianjin City, there are often people talking about Qiu Chuji, the Seven Monsters of Jiangnan and Guo Jing, and "Shooting the Condor" seems to have become a hot topic.

But that's all, most of the people who like to read martial arts novels are ordinary people, and they have not attracted much attention in the literary circle of the Republic of China, and progressive young students and scholars and writers don't like this kind of pastime reading at all.

At this time, Zhang Zuolin finally invaded Tianjin.

Perhaps Zhang Dashuai really wanted to covet the throne of the president, and his army did not do anything wrong in the city, leaving only a small team to defend the city, and the army immediately turned to attack Beiping. This time it was more clean and neat, Feng Huanzhang's army was defeated, and Zhang Zuolin easily occupied the capital.

Kyushu was shaken, and most Chinese and foreigners believed that Zhang Zuolin was likely to really rule China, and Zhang Dashuai was prestigious for a time.