I rely on talking to brush the copy

With the sudden inspiration, Le Jing quickly finished writing the beginning, and then he was troubled by the next plot.

"Rat Eyes Look Down on People" is a story from the perspective of a rat. Because the protagonist is a Dutch rat, it can come into contact with all kinds of people and can make sharp ridicule and criticism of the chaos in human society.

Although the protagonist is a Dutch rat, it is a "superior rat" who has been influenced by civilization a hundred years later. Because of its cute appearance, even if it travels back to the Republic of China, it still lives a wealthy life with rich clothes and food and is loved. It wanders from time to time, and sometimes changes hands to different owners, thus coming into contact with all kinds of people in the Republic of China: businessmen, warlords, celebrities, noble ladies, prostitutes...

It can't speak, so it just watches silently, watching the long night that shrouds this country, watching the people on this land who live worse than rats.

It is qualified to be proud. Its pride comes from the bright country a hundred years later, from its well-loved and well-fed pet life. It is also qualified to despise, because this country was so destitute a hundred years ago, and the people of this country a hundred years ago were so ignorant, cowardly, cruel, numb and ugly.

This is destined to be a very long story. The protagonist will see all kinds of people around different owners, and will see the tragedy of countless small people crushed by the tide of the great times. It is these tragedies one after another that constitute the "Heavenly Kingdom" where everyone is smoking.

Le Jing was troubled by the identity of the first owner of this Dutch rat. He considered prostitutes, revolutionaries, foreign businessmen, traitors... Each owner's identity has a story worth writing.

He thought about it for a few days, and finally it was his and the servant's family's experience of seeking medical treatment that gave him inspiration, so he decided that the first owner of this pet rat was a doctor, a doctor with superb medical skills, who had the heart to save the world but could not save this terminally ill country.

Just like the later literary giant who gave up medicine to pursue literature said, studying medicine cannot save the Chinese people.

Since the main thread of the article has been determined, Le Jing's thoughts flowed freely, and he wrote down paragraphs without thinking. Immersed in the world of novels, he also forgot his pain for a short time. When the doorman knocked on the door, Le Jing had written nearly two thousand words.

"Come in."

The door was carefully opened, revealing a timid and flattering old man's face. His name was Zhou Da. After Le Jing took him in, he made him a doorman, and his wife stayed to do some trivial work such as cooking and washing.

Le Jing was not a slave owner who liked to enslave people. Many years of modern life also made it impossible for him to let them work for free, so even though Le Jing didn't have much spare money, he still gave them two yuan a month. Maybe it was because Le Jing was very confident in his ability after all - he believed that his articles would definitely make money. This was a kind of arrogance belonging to the strong. Le Jing also understood this, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

There is a sentence in Spider-Man that Le Jing agrees with, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

He asked, "What's the matter?"

Zhou Da looked at the book and paper with words spread out on the master's table with awe, and lowered his waist even more, "Master, your letter."

Letter? Someone sent him a letter?

Le Jing took the envelope handed over by Zhou Da and opened it before he understood what was going on. This letter was sent by Zhao Xiaosong, the editor-in-chief of "Fengtian Miscellaneous News", and Li Tingfang forwarded it to him. It turned out that the "Fengtian Secret Chamber Murder Case" he serialized in "Fengtian Miscellaneous News" that day received a good response, so newspapers in several surrounding cities chose to reprint it, and at the same time they also sent the reprint fee to the "Fengtian Miscellaneous News" newspaper, and Editor-in-Chief Zhao sent the money to Li Tingfang.

It was also from the letter sent by Zhao Xiaosong that Le Jing learned that Editor-in-Chief Zhao went to visit Li Tingfang not long after he left. There is no doubt that he came to nothing, and Li Tingfang at that time did not know where Le Jing was staying in Peking.

This was natural. Le Jing only informed Li Tingfang by telegram after he had settled down in Beiping. So Editor Zhao asked him where he was in the letter and invited him to reprint the article in Fengtian Miscellaneous News.

Regarding this, Le Jing could only refuse Editor Zhao. He was already in Beiping, so it was impossible for him to reprint the article in Fengtian. What made him happy was that Li Tingfang concealed his identity very well, and Editor Zhao obviously didn't know his identity yet.

He also wanted to write some "unruly" articles under the pen name of Night Watchman, so he didn't plan to reveal his identity for the time being. This letter also reminded him that he had better write a letter to Li Tingfang and ask him not to reveal his identity.

The manuscript fee sent by Editor Zhao undoubtedly solved Le Jing's urgent need. Because many newspapers reprinted the article, the remittance slips added up to 60 yuan, which was enough for their three months' rent. Writing articles in the Republic of China was indeed a huge profit. Le Jing couldn't help but sigh at the ethics of newspapers in the Republic of China. You know, in modern times, plagiarists and copycats often scold the original authors.

Since he is no longer short of money, Le Jing doesn't have to rush to write articles. He can rest well. At the same time, another thing must be put on the agenda.

"School?" Li Shuran looked at his elder brother in surprise, not understanding why his elder brother suddenly brought this up.

Le Jing nodded and said, "Yes, I recently received a sum of royalties, enough to send you to elementary school."

Li Shuran is only 13 years old this year, and it is natural for her to go to school. It didn't cost a lot of money anyway, and Le Jing didn't expect her to learn much. At least she could learn to read and write without becoming blind.

During the Republic of China, the Renzi Guichou educational system was implemented, which consisted of three years in junior high school, four years in high school, four years in middle school, and three or four years in college. At Li Shuran's current age, it is a bit late to go to junior high school, but it is not too late. In this day and age, it is not uncommon for someone to still be in primary school at the age of seventeen or eighteen.

The Republic of China also had compulsory education. The law stipulated that citizens should receive primary school education, so the government finances often subsidize primary education. Generally speaking, there is no charge for junior primary school, and the charge for upper primary school is very low, but it costs only a few yuan per school year. Tuition fees are still a big burden for many families.

Unlike the elementary school students of later generations who are somewhat mocking on the Internet, elementary school students in the Republic of China, especially high school students, are already considered educated people, and their academic qualifications are enough for ordinary people to speak of. A leader of the New Culture Movement in later generations said that a child who had studied in primary school for six years and wore a long gown would no longer bother to help his brother with carpentry and instead helped his father with farming because he was of a special class.

Although Le Jing has taken the time to teach Li Shuran how to read these days, after all, he has limited energy and specializes in art. This kind of thing still requires professional teachers.

Li Shuran was obviously moved when she heard this, but she still hesitated: "I...can I? I don't know anything."

Le Jing smiled: "It's just because you don't know anything that I have to send you to school."

Li Shuran was still a little hesitant: "But I'm so old..."

Le Jing deliberately asked in a surprised and puzzling tone: "Even if you are old like this, what are those people who are still in elementary school at the age of seventeen or eighteen? You are commemorating elementary school this year."

Li Shuran immediately felt relieved when she heard that there were people who were still in primary school at the age of seventeen or eighteen. Facing her brother's elegant smile, she lowered her head in embarrassment, her cheeks red with both shyness and excitement. Through her brother's teachings to her these days, she no longer thinks that it is a virtue for a woman to be without talent. She also likes to study and longs to be able to read, read and write like her brother. Now that she can study in a specialized school, for her It's like a dream. For the hundred and first time, she thanked her brother in her heart for taking her to escape from the Li family, and sincerely prayed to God for her brother's safety and health.

…

Before sending Li Shuran to school, Le Jing still needed to ask people about the school. There were so many schools in Peiping, and they had to learn from the locals when they first arrived. As for the person who wanted to learn from them, their landlord was a perfect candidate.

Their landlord's name was Qian Duofu, whose previous surname was Yehenala, and he was somewhat related to the former Queen Mother. Later, the Qing Dynasty disappeared, and the Queen Mother became notorious for thousands of years. To ensure safety, they changed their names. It means to make a clean break with everything in the past. Because the children and grandchildren are not living up to expectations, they are now living by pawning their ancestral property.

We all know these happy scenes from the gossips of our neighbors. The gossip skills of the aunts in Chaoyang District cannot be overshadowed.

That Qian Duofu was really a wonderful man, about thirty years old, short and fat, with a big smile on his face, and he couldn't look more enthusiastic and kind. After hearing Le Jing's intention, he asked: "I wonder what price you have in mind?"

"About ten yuan."

Qian Duofu nodded, "This money is enough to go to a private school. There is a Beijing Women's College nearby. It has an elementary school. The school has a clean and strict ethos. It is a prestigious private school. You can send your sister there."

Le Jing said: "I want to send my sister to a mixed school for boys and girls." As a modern person, he does not have the concept of protecting boys and girls. He still thinks that mixed boys and girls schools are more suitable for the healthy growth of teenagers.

Qian Duofu glanced at him in surprise, but didn't say much, "Such Enlightenment Middle School meets your requirements. This is a public school with a primary school. The principal, Mr. Zhou Dezhang, is also a well-known educator with outstanding teaching achievements." Feiran, the tuition for junior primary schools is free, and the tuition for senior primary schools is only five yuan.”

Le Jing's eyes lit up. He knew about Zhou Dezhang, a patriot who would enjoy a good reputation in later generations. He had been a man of iron bones throughout his life and had no shame in looking up to heaven and earth. A school with such a person as its principal would be a good choice.

Le Jing later also took Li Shuran to Kaiming Middle School for an on-site inspection, and the inspection results were very satisfactory. The school building is spacious and bright, with all the equipment available. The teachers are honest and elegant, the students are knowledgeable and reasonable, and the school spirit is very upright. It is worthy of being Mr. Zhou Dezhang's school.

So three days later, Li Shuran, wearing her school uniform and carrying her schoolbag, officially became a glorious primary school student.

Le Jing also formally threw the manuscript of the first story titled "Rat Eyes Look Down on Humans" into the mailbox. The recipient address he wrote was "Literature Newspaper".