Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 87 It’s hard to defend against house thieves during the day and at night

"Sir, please listen to my explanation."

Sitting in the car heading to the train station, sitting in the back row with Zhang Taiyan, Bao Guowei could not help but sweat on his head.

The main reason is that this old man keeps a straight face now, and he doesn't know what he is thinking in his heart.

For a moment, Bao Guowei felt as though he was a very familiar master, as if he were going to his girlfriend's house to meet his father-in-law.

It was more like my butt was sitting on a hot pan, constantly moving back and forth.

After a long while, Zhang Taiyan's stern face gradually relaxed. He stroked the car window with his left hand and couldn't help but sigh.

"I guard against day and night, but I never thought that it would be difficult to guard against house thieves!"

Hearing this, Bao Guowei's face suddenly became a little embarrassed. Hearing this, he seemed to be a little unreasonable?

But sir, it was your daughter who took the initiative first!

I, Bao Guowei, am devoted to my career!

But he naturally didn't dare to say this, and he would be chopped into pieces by the old man as soon as he brought it up.

In this era, any emotional debt will be attributed to the man, regardless of whether it is the woman's initiative or not.

He really has to accept this pot!

"Students are ashamed! It's just"

Bao Guowei didn't have much experience in this area and wanted to explain, but unexpectedly Zhang Taiyan waved his hand and said.

"Don't say anything anymore. I should have guessed the hidden dangers. Now it's done. As a master, I have nothing to say."

What's done?

Bao Guowei had countless complaints in his heart and didn't know where to start.

I shouted loudly in my heart, Sir, nothing has happened to me and my daughter!

But it shouldn't be the case. Zhang Nianyue's words just now were listened to by the other party. Now that he denies it, he can only smear it more and more.

"I don't blame you as a teacher. I just hope that you can help me discipline this little daughter in the future and don't let her cause any trouble."

Zhang Taiyan has always had a headache with this daughter. She is the youngest and has been loved by the whole family since she was a child. Therefore, she has always been straightforward and not afraid of anything.

Now that I think about it, it seems to be a better choice to leave it to Bao Guowei. I don't know what means he used, but this daughter seems to be the most obedient to him.

Bao Guowei had always had a good impression of Zhang Nianyue, but now he could only follow the trend.

"Sir, please don't worry."

At this time, I heard Butler Deng in front of me say.

"Master, Nephew Bao, the Hangcheng train station has arrived."

Bao Guowei looked out the window. There was a three-story building sitting on the roadside, with arch-shaped doors and windows, four dome roofs ranging from small to large, and a huge clock in the middle.

Seeing the architectural style of the train station, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

The more functional buildings of this era were basically in Western style.

There is no other reason. There is almost no relevant technology in China, and most of them can only rely on foreign construction technology. The Western style is also a symbol of "high-end" respected by most people.

There is also an anecdote during this period. During the early Qing government, Western countries wanted to monopolize the railway business in several provinces of Zhijiang.

In order to prevent their plundering, the patriotic businessmen of Zhijiang jointly established the commercial office "Zhijiang Provincial Railway Co., Ltd." and began to build related railways in Zhijiang Province.

In 1909, the railway station was still located outside the city as "Qingtai Station", but it was officially moved into the city a year later and renamed "Hangcheng Station".

After getting off the bus, there was a crowd of people at the station entrance. From time to time, a rickshaw master shouted the price, and some small cars parked nearby.

Zhang Taiyan said: "For the sake of being new, please help us take down the luggage!"

"Ah."

The co-pilot got out of the car, a tall, round-waisted man with a Chinese-character face and a slightly bluish complexion.

Bao Guowei didn't know until now that this was the current nursing home of Zhang Mansion and Zhang Taiyan's personal bodyguard.

The name is taboo, high is new.

In his early years, he was a martial arts fanatic. He studied and practiced martial arts across the country. Later, he joined the army and fought in the Northern Expedition for two years. He was discharged and returned to his hometown because of his injuries.

He was a martial arts fanatic, but he also admired Chinese studies very much, so he simply became a disciple of Zhang Taiyan, learning knowledge while protecting him personally.

This time Zhang Taiyan traveled with Bao Guowei, and he was an accompanying person.

The three of them didn't have much luggage, they just brought some changes of clothes.

It is estimated that it only takes a week in the Shanghai Stock Exchange, so there is no need to be too prepared.

Bao Guowei carried his luggage, and Gao Weixin carried Zhang Taiyan's and his own luggage, and the three of them walked through the crowd towards the station.

The train stations of this era were not as spacious and bright as those of later generations.

There were everyone inside the station, including beggars, sleepers, businessmen, and pimps. The air in the station was also extremely turbid.

Therefore, they did not arrive at the station too early and waited for only ten minutes before they could get on the platform.

Gao Weixin took out the train ticket he had prepared and handed it to Bao Guowei.

"Bingwen, get your ticket, we have consecutive numbers."

After taking the ticket and looking at it, Bao Guowei was a little surprised.

Because it is a "third class" seat.

It's not that he dislikes it, it's just that it takes about ten hours to get to Shanghai. With Zhang Taiyan's current income, it's not like anyone can afford a first-class seat.

Zhang Taiyan saw the other party's doubts and immediately explained: "Don't be dissatisfied. Since we are doing charity, how can we be comfortable? I think these third-class seats are enough. There is no need for sleepers. It is uncomfortable to sleep." "

But Gao Weixin secretly told Bao Guowei: "Sir, he donated 3,000 yuan for this fundraising, so he wants to save some."

Hearing this, Bao Guowei burst into laughter, but he still admired Mr. Zhang a little.

He knew that Zhang Taiyan was not wealthy in his early years. It was not until recent years when he gave lectures and made friends from all walks of life that he gradually became wealthy. A donation of three thousand yuan was already a huge amount for him.

A few minutes later, the train gradually pulled out of the station, making a loud whining sound.

Only then did Bao Guowei get a glimpse of the trains of this era.

The locomotive is still a behemoth now, like a mechanical behemoth, with a round and tall horn on its head, and the wheels turn with a whirring sound.

It’s no wonder that the feudal lords of the Qing government regarded trains as monsters. In the agricultural era, such machinery was indeed no different from monsters.

After getting on the train, it was basically crowded, and the carriage smelled of food and feces.

But no one has any complaints, after all, compared to this era.

Trains are already the best means of transportation, and a fare of just a few dollars is still a luxury for ordinary people.

The first-class seats are sleepers, and the second-class seats are crowded hard seats. Of course, the price is half cheaper. The three of them were sitting side by side, with Zhang Taiyan sitting by the window. Gao Weixin was sitting at the intersection watching the goings on, and Bao Guowei was naturally sitting in the middle seat.

As soon as he sat down, Zhang Taiyan picked up a book. It seemed that the old man always carried an ancient book with him, and would write and draw on it with a pen from time to time.

Even a master has to take notes while reading.

To be honest, for Bao Guowei, reading in this era is really boring.

If it is out of an attitude of learning, he can almost say that he has a photographic memory. In this era, there is rarely knowledge that goes beyond what he knows in his mind.

If it is for entertainment, then there will be no novels or stories to read. Isn’t the rich resource in your head better than these?

So he could only hold a foreign science and engineering book in his arms, and began to look bored. Although many of them were difficult to understand, remembering them in his mind was always better than nothing.

The crowd in the carriage was basically seated, so there were many people reading books and newspapers and chatting.

At this moment, several passengers in the row behind started talking.

One child said timidly: "Mom, I also want to hear that little story about epidemic prevention and control, that story about Yangcun."

"Yue Bao, I've heard this story five or six times. Don't listen to it again. I'm going to know it by heart."

"Come on, come on, let's take a sip of water first. The car will leave soon. Your father is waiting for us in Shanghai!"

A woman's voice came. She didn't sound very old, but her tone of voice was very old-fashioned.

"No, no, the story says don't eat raw water. Mom, this water is cold and I won't drink it!"

The child made a milky sound, but he seemed to have memorized the content of the story deeply in his heart.

A middle-aged man next to him said with a smile: "Yuebao, this is not raw water. Recently, we have boiled water at home, and it has already cooled down when we brought it to the car."

Seeing that the child still looked dissatisfied, he added: "Come on, come on, if mother doesn't read it to you, uncle will read it to you."

As he spoke, he gestured to the woman, who sighed helplessly.

Then he turned around and took out a newspaper from the package. It was already a little wrinkled, and he had obviously read it many times.

Then came the mellow sound of stories after defecation.

Even some people around him became quiet and pricked up their ears to listen to the story here.

After all, not everyone is willing to buy a newspaper every day.

Zhang Taiyan obviously heard the conversation of several people in the back row. He raised his eyes and glanced at Bao Guowei, and then said: "Well done, boy."

Bao Guowei smiled implicitly, but he felt indescribably comfortable in his heart.

Compared with the praise from those authorities, it was the love of these civilians for "Stories of Epidemic Prevention and Control" that made him happiest.

You should know that in order for civilians to understand, he even changed the writing style of the story to be simpler and more direct.

With the experience of reading Xiaobai's novels in later generations, this is not difficult for him.

Fortunately, the editor of "The Times" trusted me, otherwise an uninformed person would have thought it was some elementary school student's composition at first glance.

But it is also thanks to this that we can achieve such good results.

The dozen or so stories were read quickly, and each story was very simple.

However, although the sparrow is small and has all five internal organs, it was born out of various fables of later generations, and the plots of film and television works are not lacking in succession and transition.

The content of three to four thousand words only takes ten minutes to read at a slow speed, but it is still unfinished.

As they were talking, other people in the carriage were enjoying themselves, but they suddenly stopped.

So short and weak?

But after all, it was free to listen to the story, and no one dared to express an opinion, but there were many people who commented.

An old man wearing a worn-out mandarin jacket stroked his long gray beard and said: "The writing is a bit too vulgar, but the story is extremely interesting, and the content of epidemic prevention and control in it is impressive! I don't know if it will be effective. "

There was an old lady who was talkative and commented: "We ordinary people don't have the qualifications to be nobles, but the methods mentioned in these stories are practical. You don't need to drink raw water, just boil a large pot by the stove when cooking." , if we can prevent and treat diseases such as typhoid and cholera, we can definitely save a life!"

"I heard that the epidemic has spread to Suzhou, and many people have died! I wonder if it will reach Shanghai!"

"It's hard to tell. What was the story just about? I'll write it down. It might be useful later."

"I can't remember exactly, hey, young man, your newspaper is called The Times, right?"

The man who had just told the story quickly put away the newspaper in his hand. He was afraid of being stared at, but he still answered kindly.

"Yes, yes, old gentleman, it's called The Times. It also publishes many life tips. It is said that these disease prevention and control methods will continue to be published for a while. Just buy the latest one."

Everyone immediately wrote down the name of the newspaper and planned to buy a copy immediately after getting off the car.

But among so many people, there are inevitably different voices.

"You superficial people only know these ordinary tricks. How can it be so simple to prevent and treat epidemics?

Come on, come on, listen to the contents of my newspaper, so that everyone can see it. "

A middle-aged man in a suit told everyone that he had packed his suit very carefully, including pens, watches, and everything else.

But if you look closely, you will find that the clothes have been washed and curled, and even the gold paint on the watch has faded.

This outfit was considered first-class in this third-class carriage, and everyone looked at him with envy.

"Young student, just think about it and let everyone comment on whether it is good or not. It just so happens that this journey is boring!"

With the beginning of an old gentleman, everyone in the carriage encouraged him to read it out.

The middle-aged man had a proud look on his face, wiped his hands on his clothes, and then began to read in a calm voice to everyone.

"This article is written by Zhang Zhiping. Mr. Zhang studied in Japan in his early years and later published many novels and articles, such as "Alluvial Fossils", etc.

Known as the leader of modern novels in the Republic of China, he is still a professor of literature at a university in Shanghai. "

When he said this, everyone had some ideas in their minds.

Although I don't know who this Zhang Zhiping is, I just think that the other person is very awesome.

At that moment, more people looked at him and listened to the middle-aged man's words.

After receiving the attention, the middle-aged man looked a little proud.

He sat upright, and in order to make what he said more impressive, he couldn't help but say it.

"The previous article "A Short Story of Epidemic Prevention and Control" was written by a high school student in Hangzhou. I heard that this person has always been flamboyant and has a bad reputation in Hangzhou. The literary quality of this article is really low. I will Clean your ears."

After Zhang Taiyan heard this, he couldn't help but frowned and glanced at the other party coldly.

Bao Guowei, on the other hand, did not pay attention to the other party's slander. All his attention at the moment was focused on the author's name.

Zhang Zhiping?

In your mind, this seems to be a traitor?

　Next chapter later

　　

　

(End of this chapter)