A thin middle-aged man was running on the street in a rickshaw. The temperature in early spring was still very low, and he was only wearing a single dress, but his vest was so hot that it was sweaty.

Zhou Hexuan was sitting in the rickshaw with various daily necessities in his arms. Seeing that the driver was working very hard, he couldn't help but ask: "Master, is it okay for his daily life?"

"Sir, are you talking to me?" the coachman asked slowly and turned around.

"Yes." Zhou Hexuan said.

The coachman wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled, "I just pulled the cart, it's not a master, you are too polite."

Zhou Hexuan asked: "Is the business okay?"

"Just make do," said the coachman in a helpless tone. "The rails of the tram in the city are getting longer and longer, and our business of pulling cars is getting worse and worse."

Zhou Hexuan immediately understood the truth. Trams are fashionable and cheap, so people will naturally choose to take trams when traveling. He asked again: "How much money can you make in a day?"

The coachman replied: "Depending on the situation, you can earn seven or eight cents of money when your business is good, but you can only earn three or four cents of money when your business is bad."

Zhou Hexuan calculated the current prices and said, "That's not bad. You can save a lot of money every day."

"What money should I save?" The coachman sighed repeatedly, "I have to pay 10 cents of money to the car dealer every day, and I have to pay 2 cents of food by myself. Including the miscellaneous expenses, I spend at least 4 cents of money every day. It's okay to live alone, and I have the extra money to go to the restaurant to drink every few days. But I still have my wife and children to raise at home. I work hard to work early and late, so I can ensure that the whole family is not hungry, so I'm grateful."

Zhou Hexuan was silent. It was really difficult for the people of the Republic of China.

A few minutes later, the coachman parked the car in front of the courtyard and said, "Sir, I'm here."

"Thank you for your hard work." Zhou Hexuan handed the coachman 20 copper plates.

The coachman repeatedly refused: "There are too many, you have given too many!"

Zhou Hexuan smiled and said, "What's left is tip."

"This... how can you be so embarrassed?" The coachman smiled helplessly, grinning with yellow teeth, and was filled with embarrassment in his joy.

"You have been shopping with me for a long time, and it's time to get some tips." Zhou Hexuan got off the car with the things he bought.

The coachman hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Sir, I'll help you get it. Leave this kind of rough work to me. Just help me watch the car here."

Zhou Hexuan did not refuse, and handed him the pots and pans, and stood next to the rickshaw and waited.

The coachman moved the things twice before he finished moving them. When he came back, he said gratefully: "Sir, I put the things under the eaves of the east wing. You are a great man. I wish you great wealth and a hundred years of life."

"Thank you." Zhou Hexuan nodded with a smile and walked into the courtyard.

The door of the main house suddenly opened, and the landlord Dan Chengfu came over and said hello, "Where are you buying something?"

"Hello Uncle Fu, I bought some daily necessities." Zhou Hexuan greeted.

Shan Chengfu chatted with him for a few words and asked, "Do you pay the water and coal fees by yourself, or do I pay it for you together?"

Well, what time travelers faced at the beginning was not about saving the country and the people, and ambitions, but about daily trivial matters. Not only water and coal expenses, but also money for handling shit and urine. Sanitation workers will come to collect the filth in the toilet from 8 to 9 o'clock every morning.

This is equivalent to the water, electricity, gas and property management fees during the Republic of China.

Zhou Hexuan took out dozens of copper plates and asked the landlord to help with these chores. After all the purchased daily necessities were placed, he brought a piece of pork to the Li family and said, "Auntie, I am too lazy to run the house alone, and I may come to your house to eat for free in the future. This is the meat I bought in the vegetable market, and I have troubled you to cook and deal with it."

Mrs. Zhou is not the kind of petty person. She took the pork and said, "Don't spend money in the future. Just say it when you are hungry. Have you eaten lunch?"

"I've eaten outside." Zhou Hexuan smiled.

...

When he went back to the house and spread out the newly bought manuscript paper, Zhou Hexuan drank the pen full of ink, sat at the table and began to think about what to write.

Zhou Hexuan studied history in his undergraduate degree and also had some understanding of the situation in the Republic of China. Nowadays, the dispute between old and new literature in the Chinese literary world has basically been settled. The new literature advocated since the May Fourth Movement has won a great victory, and vernacular writing has become a social consensus.

Now you have to contribute articles to newspapers and magazines, there are only two choices: serious literature and popular literature. Serious literature is various poetry, prose, essays and pure literary novels; popular literature focuses on entertainment, such as martial arts novels, romance novels, and even erotic novels that mainly sell meat.

Of course, there is no strict boundary between the two, and it is mainly distinguished by the ideological connotation expressed in the work.

Zhou Hexuan thought for a long time, but finally decided to write some entertainment works first, such as martial arts novels. Pure literature is too high and he doesn't want to touch it for the time being. The main reason is that martial arts novels have a large number of words, dozens or millions of words, and can be serialized for a long time, and the royalties are continuously available.

Among the five martial arts novel masters, Jin, Gu, Wen, Liang, and Huang, Gu Long, Wen Ruian and Huang Yi were first excluded. The works of these three are too trendy, and it is probably difficult for readers to accept them all at once in the Republic of China.

Liang Yusheng's works are too limited, and Zhou Hexuan also ruled out that it is the safest thing for Jin Daxia's novels.

So which work should I copy Jin Yong?

Zhou Hexuan wrote the "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" trilogy, "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and "The Swordsman" on the manuscript. After thinking about it over and over again, he finally chose "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", which is the most suitable book for the enlightenment of new martial arts.

Recalling the plot of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", Zhou Hexuan was about to organize his writing, and the content of the original work suddenly emerged wildly and lingered in his mind.

Gold finger?

"The Qiantang River is vast and flowing endlessly from Niujia Village in Lin'an day and night, and flowing east into the sea. There are dozens of cypress trees on the riverside, and the leaves are as red as fire. It is August..."

Zhou Hexuan was ashamed of gods, and quickly wrote down the novel without adding any further writing. After an afternoon, he actually wrote more than 10,000 words.

Zhou Hexuan's calligraphy is pretty good, and he writes in cursive script, which greatly reduces the trouble of traditional Chinese characters.

In fact, simplified Chinese characters have existed since ancient times, and Chinese characters are written in a process of continuous simplification. Many simplified Chinese characters appear in the inscriptions and calligraphy and paintings of the Tang and Song dynasties preserved in later generations. Although Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty ordered that traditional Chinese must be used, even the engravings on his waist card of the Internal Affairs Office were simplified because it is more convenient and easy to recognize.

Even if Zhou Hexuan's manuscripts are all simplified at this moment, there is no problem with taking them to the newspaper. If you write all traditional Chinese characters, it will make you feel ill.

In the evening, the third son of the Li family ran to knock on the door and shouted: "Brother Zhou, it's time to eat!"

"Here you come!"

Zhou Hexuan responded, picked up the novel manuscript of more than 10,000 words, and planned to ask Li Shoumin to hand it over to the newspaper editor tomorrow.
Chapter completed!