dhibooks Chapter 137 Massacre
Chapter 137 Massacre
Huo Ying has been shocked by Mu Qiong.
He didn't expect Mu Qiong to make up such an article in just half an hour, and said that he could continue to write seven or eight articles.
You know, the following people have been writing for an hour or two, and some of them haven't written an article yet.
Huo Ying was stunned, Wei Ting said: "This article is good! It is touching! It also completely tore the skins of those Japanese, Mu Qiong, please write well, and I will help you sort it out."
"Principal, you can also write some." Mu Qiong said.
"I don't know how to write it." Wei Ting said.
Unlike Mu Qiong, Wei Ting has been on the Internet for many years and read all kinds of real and fake chicken soup and soft articles. He doesn't know how to make up stories.
Realizing this, Mu Qiong gave up his plan to ask Wei Ting to write: "Then trouble the principal."
He wrote it, and it would be good for Wei Ting to help him transcribe it.
From the shopkeeper's perspective, Mu Qiong wrote two more articles about the Japanese oppressing people around "me" that "I" witnessed with my own eyes.
This can be published in conjunction with the previous one.
In the end, Mu Qiong even wrote that the "I" in the article bears a blood feud, but has no way to retaliate, so he came to Shanghai.
And "I" has lived in Shanghai for many years, and recently I saw Japanese people turning black and white, so I wrote an article and contributed it in anger...
This way... it looks more real.
After Mu Qiong spent more than an hour writing the story of the shopkeeper, he immediately picked up his pen and began to write the story as a prostitute: "I am a prostitute in Shili Yangchang... That day, my brother and I went to my grandmother's house to play. My father promised to pick us up after noon, but there was no one there, so I took my younger brother home. On the way, I thought that my father would not keep his word, and I would definitely ask him for eggs, but my younger brother said that he would Let his father make a big horse for him... We went back all the way, talking and laughing, when we suddenly looked up, we found the house was on fire..."
This story is about the prostitute's father, who had a dispute with the Japanese because the Japanese wanted to take away his cattle. In the end, not only the family was killed, but the house was also set on fire.
In the last article, Mu Qiong wrote it from the perspective of a middle-aged shopkeeper. The words and psychological descriptions are all in line with the personality of a middle-aged man. But this time... what he wrote is exactly like Written by a woman.
Especially at the end of the article, every word written is crying blood.
Huo Ying thought he was hard-hearted, and after seeing it, he couldn't help but feel sympathy for this woman, and even wanted to donate generously to help her.
However, the person who wrote this novel was actually a 17-year-old boy.
Thinking of this, he looked at Mu Qiong with a strange expression.
Mu Qiong wrote two articles one after another, and was a little tired, but at this time, he turned to the materials sent by Huo Ying.
These materials are basically written about major events.
Mu Qiong flipped through it, and found that there was a summary record of all the things the Japanese had done at the bottom.
He opened it, and finally his eyes froze on one of the records.
On November 1894, 11, the Japanese army captured Lushun on the Liaodong Peninsula.
Mu Qiong suddenly thought of something.
The Lushun massacre...has not been disclosed at this time.
The most famous of the massacres committed by the Japanese army in China was the Nanjing Massacre, but there were actually more than one such massacres.
In fact, as early as 1894, after the Japanese captured Lushun, they massacred the city for four days and three nights.
In that war at that time, more than 280 people were killed by the Qing army, and only [-] were killed by the Japanese army. It can be said that the Japanese army won a complete victory.
But they were not satisfied. After killing all the Qing troops, they even started massacring the people in the city, killing about [-] civilians.
According to the accompanying foreign reporters at the time, only 36 people who were responsible for burying the bodies survived in the city.
Of course, after investigation later, it was found that there should be more than 36 survivors, about [-].
There were originally 2 people in the city, but only [-] survived in the end.
What's even more exasperating is that the Japanese side concealed this matter.
At that time, British and American journalists witnessed the massacre. The British Times reported the Lushun massacre a few days later, and the American Le Monde also published a report a few days later.But immediately afterwards, the British Central News Agency and Reuters, as well as the Washington Post in the United States, were successively bought by the Japanese. When they were published, they even wrote, "Except for legitimate wartime killings, (the Japanese army) did not kill a single Chinese." , and said that the previous reports were all rumors.
On the Chinese side, although some sporadic people mentioned this matter, it soon disappeared.
In modern times, people in mountain villages have no place to speak out when they encounter unfair things, let alone this era.
Those people who survived the massacre never had the opportunity to tell others about it.
It was not until May 1935 that Sun Baotian investigated and disclosed this massacre.
Japan has been insisting that they didn't invade China, saying what he wrote in "Contagion" is a slander... It's really ridiculous.
Moo-joon suddenly wants to play a big game.
It's just that he shouldn't know about this matter... The truth of this massacre has long been buried, and Second Young Master Huo may not even know it.
It has been 22 years since the incident. When the massacre happened, Huo Ershao was probably still running around naked.
Mu Qiong suppressed himself, continued to look through the recent materials, and then accused the Japanese of crimes from the perspective of the people in Shandong who were just occupied by the Japanese last year.
Mu Qiong wrote this until more than two o'clock in the morning. From the perspective of four people, he wrote about the tragic things they experienced, with a total of more than 5000 words.
In the later stage, he couldn't even lift his arms, and his handwriting was messed up, missing arms and legs, or it should be said that he couldn't help but use simplified characters.
Thanks to Wei Ting's amazing ability, he can even recognize it and help him tidy it up very well.
As for Huo Ying, he saw Mu Qiong's expression completely changed now.
Huo Ying was suddenly a little worried about his younger brother, fearing that his younger brother would be cheated by Mu Qiong.
But soon, he realized that he was thinking too much.His younger brother is also a genius, so it is impossible for him to be deceived.
"Second Young Master, these four articles should be enough. If I need more tomorrow, I will write them tomorrow." Mu Qiong rubbed his arm and said, his body is young and strong, even staying up all night is fine, but He didn't intend to do that.
Firstly, he is very tired now, even if he writes next, he will not be able to write anything good, secondly... this kind of scolding battle cannot end in one day, and it will probably continue tomorrow.
That being the case, he still went to bed early and fought again tomorrow.
Mu Qiong had already written a large stack of manuscript paper, and the writing was so good that Huo Ying was very satisfied, and immediately said: "I'll send my husband back right away."
Huo Ying found someone to send Mu Qiong back, and then read the articles written by other people.
At the end of the night, everyone except Mu Qiong had already written one or two articles, about one or two thousand words.
They write articles very succinctly, first draft two or three articles, and then mix them together... In this way, naturally they write slowly and write less.
What's more... Huo Ershao couldn't understand it.
Before, Second Young Master Huo admired these people very much, and felt that their articles must be well written, but now that he read Mu Qiong's articles...he suddenly felt that the articles in front of him were meaningless.
After all, he didn't quite understand it.
Of course, this kind of article is also needed... After all, the person over there wrote a well-written article, and tomorrow, he will do both.
"Mr. Lou Yuyu left just like that? He didn't write an article?" Someone asked Huo Ying.
Huo Ying said: "He said he couldn't write."
"Most of the novels written by Lou Yuyu are in vernacular. I'm afraid he really can't write such articles." Another person said that Mu Qiong is still young and has spent a lot of time learning English and French, so he probably doesn't have a deep knowledge of Chinese literature.
"Yes." Huo Ying responded, and said again: "I still have to trouble you gentlemen."
As he spoke, he asked someone to bring some food for these people to eat.
These people nodded and gave the finished article to Huo Ying. After eating something, they continued to write.
And Huo Ying immediately sent people to send these articles to various newspaper offices, and specially explained that the novels written by Mu Qiong must be published in the newspapers.
He felt that what Mu Qiong wrote should be more useful than what other people wrote.
The four novels written by Mu Qiong were sent to four different newspapers.
The editors of those newspapers were on Huo Ershao's side, and had been waiting for Huo Ershao to send the articles, but they were still a little unhappy seeing Huo Ershao sent so many manuscript papers and saying that they must be published.
The article is only a few hundred words or more than a thousand words, but Huo Ershao actually sent such a thick stack...
Where are they published?
However, after they read it...
"The Japanese are really hateful!"
"I didn't expect them to do so many crazy things!"
"I don't know where Huo Ershao found this man... His experience is really sympathetic."
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Looking at the article written by Mu Qiong, those editors' eyes were red.
They all felt that Huo Ershao had found some people who had been killed by the Japanese army, and then asked these people to write articles, or found someone to help them write articles, and they felt sympathy for these people for a while.
This article is a bit long, but even if it is a newspaper, they will publish it!
They want to speak out for the people of their own country!
These people immediately got busy.
At this time, Mu Qiong had already returned home and fell asleep.
He has been exercising every day recently, and in the past he had to wash before going to bed, but today he didn't even bother to wash his face.
Sleep is so important to him as a minor!
Mu Qiong fell asleep for a long time, and when he woke up, it was almost noon, and Zhu Wanwan and Mu Changyu had already gone to the orphanage.
Mu Qiong ate the fried rice that Zhu Wanwan left him, and decided not to go out.
In the first few days, he delivered the breakfast at Sheng Chaohui's place, but later Huang Yang and Huang Yang felt that there was no need for such trouble, so he just gave them the money and asked them to buy it themselves, so he didn't have to worry about it anymore.As for Fu Yun'an... When he and Wei Ting left yesterday, he greeted Fu Huai'an, Fu Yun'an should already know about it, so naturally there is no need to continue talking.
Mu Qiong made a cup of tea, returned to his bedroom, took out a manuscript paper, and began to write about the Lushun massacre.
He shouldn't have known about it, but Tian Xing was different.
Tian Xing already knows so many things, and it doesn't matter if I know a few more.
Mu Qiong wrote down everything he knew about the massacre, then took out an envelope and wrote an address.
He was going to send this letter to Huo Ying's factory.
Fearing that their letter would be noticed, he no longer sent it to Hope Monthly, but sent it to Huo Ying's factory instead.
After Mu Qiong finished writing the letter, he went out with it. After stuffing the letter into the mailbox, he found another restaurant for dinner.
What he was looking for was a noodle shop, and he ordered a bowl of black fish noodles with pickled vegetables, and he also ordered an extra large steak—he worked so hard yesterday, he should make up for it.
The noodles were delicious, and Mu Qiong had only eaten a few mouthfuls when he heard someone next to him discussing the "novel" he wrote last night.
"This man is so pitiful! His wife was robbed by the Japanese, and he wanted to ask for an explanation, but he was almost beaten to death!"
"Those Japanese are nothing!"
"Have you read the news paper? There is an exclusive interview with a prostitute. The family of that prostitute was also killed by the Japanese. She is also very pitiful, alas!"
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Ordinary people can't understand those literary articles, but what Mu Qiong wrote... they all understand.
And because of this, he became united with the enemy and lost his favor with the Japanese.