Li Jingliang got off the rickshaw and saw the four big words "Luming Middle School" at the school gate. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
If it weren't for Tang Nan, he wouldn't have to transfer from Kaiming Middle School to this school! Luming Middle School is not as famous as Kaiming Middle School, and transferring here cost his family a lot of money.
Whenever Li Jingliang thought about the fact that his current situation was caused by Tang Nan, he would feel angry. Tang Nan looked decent on the outside, but secretly he was a treacherous villain! Look at the bad things he did, is that something a normal person could do? Not only did he commit suicide, but he also implicated him!
Many people in the school knew that he had a close relationship with Tang Nan. Tang Nan would often come to their class to find him in a swaggering manner. So after Tang Nan's affair was exposed and he was disgraced, Li Jingliang was also implicated. His classmates pointed fingers at him and talked about him behind his back.
In order to temporarily avoid the limelight, Li Jingliang had to choose to transfer schools, and his family gave a lot of money to the principal for this.
"Morning, classmate Li." Someone put his hand on his shoulder. He turned around and saw that it was Fu Kemao. His family ran a bank and he was very rich, so he immediately showed a warm smile: "Classmate Fu, good morning."
The two of them walked towards the classroom together. On the way, Fu Kemao asked with great interest: "Have you read "The Rise of a Dynasty" published in the "Peking Fiction Newspaper" yesterday?"
Li Jingliang nodded as a matter of course. In Luming Middle School, people who had not read "The Rise of Dynasties" could not even get into the social circle. This novel, which was serialized in "Peking Fiction Newspaper" two weeks ago, quickly swept the entire campus with overwhelming force. Boys and girls were discussing this novel enthusiastically after class.
Li Jingliang himself is also a loyal reader of this novel, so when he heard Fu Kemao's question, he immediately began to talk nonstop: "Of course I have read it. Yesterday, Xu Wangmu organized the villagers to catch locusts to eat." At this point, he frowned in disgust, and quickly ignored the pickled food and raised a question that worried him: "The locusts will eventually be eaten up. What will Xu Wangmu do then?"
Fu Kemao shook his head and answered solemnly, "Compared to this... I have a more curious question."
"What?"
Fu Kemao swallowed his saliva and asked with a fascinated look, "Do you think the locusts are really as delicious as the author Lin Zhongqi said? Not only do they smell delicious, they even taste like chicken!"
Li Jingliang was choked up. He said dryly, "How should I know? I haven't eaten it."
Fu Kemao was surprised and asked, "Your family is a grain merchant, have you never tasted it in your own fields?"
Li Jingliang: Damn retard.
If his last name wasn't Fu, Li Jingliang would have started to confront him a long time ago. What did this young master mean? Did he really think he was one of those mud-legged peasants who worked in the fields? He, Fu Kemao, was the young master, but he wasn't? His family wasn't so poor that he had to eat bugs!
He pulled the corner of his mouth unkindly and laughed: "Sorry, I haven't eaten it."
It was unclear whether Fu Kemao was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid. He didn't seem to notice Li Jingliang's bad expression at all. Instead, he said shyly, "Then... let's go to my farm in the suburbs to catch locusts to eat this weekend?"
Li Jingliang: Dirty words, dirty words, dirty words...
"It's a good opportunity for me to introduce my friend to you."
Li Jingliang wiped his face and said with a smile: "Okay, I will definitely go!" Damn it, I have to fight for my connections!
…
The duck egg yolk-like sunset was tightly stuck to the eaves in front. Smoke had risen from several roofs. People were hurrying on the street, and hawkers walking around the streets were making their final calls.
"Collect hair, sharpen knife and change scissors~"
"Selling sesame oil, authentic sesame oil!"
"Locusts for sale, fresh locusts, freshly caught from the fields this morning, chicken-flavored locusts!" A rickshaw stopped in front of the vendor who was shouting, and a scholar in a long gown stepped out of the rickshaw. Even the vendor, who had traveled far and wide, was dazzled by his good looks.
The gentleman was not very old, probably a teenager, with a fair complexion. One could tell at a glance that he was a serious scholar, and was prettier than his daughter.
“Are you selling locusts?”
The gentleman's face looked a little strange, and the vendor quickly explained: "Sir, you don't know, don't look at the ugly appearance of locusts, they are good things, they grow up eating crops, and their food is more expensive than what I eat, so people can eat them. It is very nutritious!" As if afraid that Le Jing still didn't believe it, the vendor added: "I didn't say this, it was said by Mr. Lin Zhongqi who wrote an article in the newspaper. Ever since Mr. Lin talked about the benefits of locusts in "The Rise of Dynasties", many rich masters have hired people to catch locusts in the fields to eat!"
The boy, Le Jing, was silent for a while. Should we say that the Chinese people are indeed big foodies? Their focus is always so strange. In this way, according to his subsequent plot description, no one would be stupid enough to eat Guanyin soil, right?
Le Jing had his own reasons for letting the protagonist Xu Wangmu travel to such a war-torn and famine-stricken era. Because the situation of Dahua in the book is so similar to that of the Republic of China!
Le Jing had carefully read the humiliating modern history, so he knew what would happen next to this troubled country.
In 1929, eight provinces in the north suffered from famine. Shaanxi was the worst hit. The fields did not produce any crops for three years. This was called the famine of the 18th year of the Republic of China. What is famine? "Er Ya Shi Tian" says: "Edible vegetables are not cooked. This is famine." Ninety-one of the ninety-two counties in Shaanxi were affected by the disaster. More than 13 million people died, including more than 2 million who starved to death. Therefore, the five words that often appear in history books to describe famine are: "Great famine, people eat each other."
In 1931, the Yangtze River was hit by a flood, causing 100 million victims and more than 3 million deaths. It was known in history as the Jianghuai Flood, and people suffered from famine and cannibalism.
In 1934, there was a severe drought across the country, and people were cannibalistic; in 1936, there was a severe famine in Sichuan and Gansu, and people were cannibalistic; in 1941, there was a severe famine in Guangdong, and people were cannibalistic; in 1942, there was a severe famine in Henan, and people were cannibalistic; in 1943, there was another severe famine in Guangdong, and people were cannibalistic; in 1946, there was a severe famine in the south, and people were cannibalistic…
This was the Republic of China, where the average life expectancy was 35 and people ate each other.
Le Jing loved freedom and the beauty of humanity the most, so he hated the Republic of China because it was a big dye vat that dyed everything white into black and everything beautiful into ugly. Looking at modern history, apart from the sporadic brilliance of humanity that illuminated the times, what he saw most was the barbaric bestiality of humans in the struggle between life and death.
Le Jing didn't know what he could change in this era. Maybe he couldn't change anything. But at least he wanted to tell the people of this era the valuable experience he had gained from the afterlife. He wanted to tell them that locusts can be used to satisfy hunger, which wild vegetables are non-toxic and can be eaten, that eating Guanyin soil can kill people, some tips for survival in the wild, etc.
He didn't know how many people this could help survive, but it was the only thing he could do at the moment.
Judging from what the vendor said, at least his efforts were of some use, which made him feel relieved.
When Le Jing returned home, he found Yang Jinglun waiting for him.
It was not yet time to submit the manuscript, so Le Jing asked, "What's the matter?"
Yang Jinglun said, "Sir, Mr. Zheng Yiliang sent a letter to our magazine, and I am here to deliver it to you."
The envelope had been opened, which was natural. Le Jing was now a well-known writer, and every day readers from all over the world would send letters to the editorial department. Yang Jinglun would usually open and read the letters, and then select some representative letters and pass them to Le Jing, who would reply on his behalf.
Le Jing opened the letter and glanced through it quickly. Mr. Zheng said that he had been in spiritual communication with the night watchman for a long time. Judging from his literary talent and character, he felt that he and the night watchman must have a lot of common topics, so he wanted to ask Le Jing to pick a suitable time to go to his house for tea.
According to Le Jing's previous temper, he would definitely refuse this matter. But he hesitated when he thought of the assassination that led to Zheng Yiliang's death three years later.
He thought for a few seconds and decided to agree to the appointment.
He also learned about Zheng Yiliang from history books in later generations, and understood that he was a gentleman who clearly distinguished between love and hate. He could avoid many worries when interacting with such a person. Moreover, Zheng Yiliang often spoke for him in the newspapers these days, so he always went to thank him.
So after Yang Jinglun left, Le Jing wrote a reply letter to Zheng Yiliang. He first expressed his admiration and yearning for Zheng Yiliang, then thanked Zheng Yiliang for defending him in the newspaper. Finally, he said that in order to express his gratitude, he would host Zheng Yiliang for dinner at his home on Sunday, and he would definitely make sure to welcome him.
Zheng Yiliang was talking to a good friend when he received the reply. He couldn't help laughing after taking the letter from the servant and reading it.
"Okay, okay, that's very generous." He looked up at his depressed friend and an idea came to his mind: "Do you have anything to do on Sunday? Why don't you come with me to meet the night watchman?" Zheng Yiliang told his friend about how he invited the night watchman to dinner, but the night watchman invited him back.
The principal of Kaiming Middle School, Zhou Dezhang, glanced at his friend who was showing concern, knowing that he wanted him to go out for a walk to relax. He was indeed very annoyed these days because of those filthy and opium-smoking government officials, so it would be nice to go out and relax.
"I've read his articles, they're really good, it would be nice to meet him." Zhou Dezhang asked, "I wonder what kind of person he is?"
Zheng Yiliang answered without hesitation: "Judging from the style and content of his writing, he must be a few years older than me."
Zhou Dezhang is already in his forties this year, and he and Zheng Yiliang are close friends regardless of age, so he smiled and said, "Then it would be nice for me to have another close friend regardless of age."
The author has something to say:
The principal is coming to visit our home. How exciting! Hehehe.
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