Li Shuran went to school with the newspaper in high spirits, and then came back with a dark face and dejected.
"What's the matter? Someone bullied you?" Le Jing asked.
Li Shuran shook her head, forced a smile and said: "It's nothing, it's just that the students' knowledge is too low, and they can't appreciate my brother's articles."
Le Jing looked at her inquiringly, and intuitively noticed Li Shuran's insincere words. Maybe her classmates gave her cold treatment and she was really disappointed, but it was definitely not the main reason. But this has nothing to do with Le Jing, he is not a person who likes to get to the bottom of things, since Li Shuran doesn't want to say it, he won't force her to say it.
"This is very normal." Le Jing said with a smile: "My article is not a silver dollar, so how could everyone like it?"
Li Shuran was amused by Le Jing's metaphor, and the haze in his eyes finally dissipated a lot.
Although his article was published in the "Literary News", the sacred place of countless literary youths in later generations, although Le Jing was happy, he didn't feel much sense of accomplishment.
After all, he comes from a hundred years later, and his thoughts are standing on the shoulders of giants, which allows him to break away from the limitations of this era and look at things from the perspective of God. It is hard to say how excellent the narrative skills and writing skills are in "Dog's Eyes See People's Low". The "Literary News" included his works because of their novel content. Compared with those native-born literati of this era, Le Jing, a Xibei product, is still far behind.
Therefore, he has always held a disapproving attitude towards Yang Jinglun's rainbow fart. In his opinion, Yang Jinglun is just habitually touting his writers, and his compliments are not true.
It is only the beginning that his articles can be published in the "Literature Newspaper". His top priority now is to write the next serial content of "Dog's Eyes See People Low".
After all, "Dog's Eyes See People Low" is a series of articles, just like the serialization of Internet articles in later generations, it must be continuously updated if it wants to maintain popularity. Of course, the writing environment here in the Republic of China is still very relaxed. He doesn't have to update every day. Le Jing's requirement for himself is to at least update weekly, which is his current limit. Firstly, he is not in good health now, and secondly, the works he writes are not brainless novels of later generations. What he writes are tragedies, which tend to be serious literature, which is a heavy burden on his brainpower.
That day, Le Jing was carefully crafting his second article, when he saw Yang Jinglun rushing in excitedly, waving a newspaper in his hand, and shouting loudly: "Sir, sir, you are famous!"
Le Jing put down the pen in his hand and glanced at him, "What?"
Yang Jinglun blushed, pointed to a place in the newspaper and said excitedly: "Sir, look, it's Mr. Zheng. Mr. Zheng wrote an article to comment on your article!"
Le Jing's expression was slightly stagnant.
Mr. Zhengis that the Mr. Zheng he thought of?
His eyes eagerly followed the direction of Yang Jinglun's finger. The moment he saw the name, he was as calm and steady as a scene, and his mind went blank for a moment.
Mr. Zheng, it is really that Mr. Zheng!
Mr. Zheng, whose full name is Zheng Yiliang and whose pen name is Xiaoyao Sanren, is a well-known revolutionary and scholar in history. During his lifetime, his fighting power was astonishing. Using a pen as a weapon, he fought against all the dark phenomena in society at that time. But it was his death that allowed him to be promoted to the altar, and thus his name will last forever and be admired by all.
He was assassinated.
He has offended too many people in his life, and too many people wish he could die. Even after a hundred years, it is still a mystery who is behind the assassination of Mr. Zheng.
Regarding the death of Mr. Zheng, there is only this cold line in the history textbook: On October 1928, the famous scholar Zheng Yiliang was shot dead in his bedroom and died at the age of 35.
This revolutionary fighter who advocated freedom and equality all his life died before the dawn of the new world.
Le Jing was born insensitive to numbers. When he was studying history, the timetable of historical events always gave him quite a headache. Right now, he can only remember that Mr. Zheng was assassinated in October, but he really can't remember the exact date.
It is now April 25, 1925, and there are about three and a half years left before that despicable assassination, which is still plenty of time. Le Jing doesn't know if he can stop this despicable assassination, but if he has the chance, he will always to stop.
But these are all things for later, what needs his attention right now is the book review written by Mr. Zheng in the newspaper!
"Reading "Dogs See People as Low"¡ªhow long will the world where people are not as good as dogs last?" Yang Jinglun read the article softly: "Recently, I read a very interesting article in the newspaper.Not so lucky. She was sold into a brothel by her gambling father, and soon contracted venereal diseases, her lower body festered and developed acne. The madam first burned it off with tongs, and when the tongs failed, she took all her belongings and drove her away.
In the end, she died of illness covered in filth on the side of the road. When Bai Xue found her, wild dogs were eating her body.
This article touched the sensitive nerves of many people and caused an uproar.
?Because in the Republic of China, prostitution was a legal occupation, and brothels would pay taxes according to law. And for many men in the Republic of China, prostitution is a kind of elegant thing.
Once Lejing's article was published, didn't it just poke someone's hornet's nest?
As a result, the one-sided praise of "A Dog's Eyes Sees a Man Low" in the newspapers immediately turned into a flood of scolding.
¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù¡ù
The author is afraid of being locked up, and the author dare not speak. Originally, I wanted to share some uncommon histories with you, so forget it, let¡¯s all leave.
My friends said that although the content of my article is extremely politically correct, the rumors are very tight now, and I cannot talk about any politics. My friends said that I am hovering on the edge of the high-voltage line, so let me restrain myself.
This is not the first time I have been locked because of being involved in politics. I wrote "Bookstore" too, and I was repeatedly revised and locked. I was really scared (the funny thing is that my bookstore was locked because I talked about American politics)
OK Ba
In the future, I will dance with shackles, and you should also read the article with shackles.
But even if I am locked in the coffin, I will use my last voice to shout: tg awesome (hoarse)
Thanks to the little angels who voted for me to overlord or irrigate nutrient solution~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the [grenade]: 1 piece of Yundieqi;
Thanks to the little angels who cast [land mines]: 3 in 668; 1 in Virgo immobile;
Thanks to the little angels who irrigate [nutrient solution]:
? Lazy man Datuo, 10 bottles of Ruozhu; I am VIP Yueban, 5 bottles of Xiaochu; 3 bottles of Zefeng; 1 bottle of Yujiaoshu;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com