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The Shikumen house is a classic in Shanghai, and Yang Rui has also seen it in later generations, and there are many old Shikumen houses in Xintiandi in Shanghai that have been converted into bars and cafes, but a home Shikumen house has not been seen. This shikumen house is only two floors, it looks very modern, the white ash in the cracks of the brick wall of the house is still very snow-white, and the cyan of the green bricks is matched together, it is very comfortable to see, this qiē is still very new, I feel that the house has been built for less than two years, and when I enter the door, I see a big patio, the patio is facing the living room, and the six long wooden grille doors in front of the living room stand in front of me. A woman in a moon-white robe came out of it, and when she saw Yang Rui, she looked at it and asked, "Is Nong going to borrow a house?" ”

Yang Rui nodded and said, "It's me." What do you call it? He was also looking at the woman.

"My husband's surname is Huang. How many of you are there? What's your last name? Perhaps Yang Rui met her requirements for tenants, and she also spoke Beijing dialect.

"Your surname is Yang, I live alone, I am a student and have just returned to China, how did you rent this house?" Yang Rui asked.

"The house is on two floors, and there are two rooms, one a bedroom and the other a pavilion," replied the woman, "and I will show you." So saying, he went inside. Across the living room was a small hallway, where a woman was squatting beside the eaves gutter to wash pots, and a little girl of six or seven years old was standing beside her.

I went up the wooden stairs to the second floor, and first looked at the bedroom, which was facing south, more than 20 square meters, with furniture and everything, and an old-fashioned wooden bed, with many open windows, and glass windows, and the room was very bright; The pavilion room is at the back of the house, the room is not big, less than ten square meters, it is very low, Yang Rui feels that he is about to reach the ceiling. Because it faces north, the windows are not open on the north side, but on the side, just shutter-like wooden windows, the walls are gray and mortar, a little gray, and the furnishings in the room are also very simple, that is, a bed, a table and a stool. After reading the house, Mrs. Huang asked, "I've seen it all, how about it, just these two rooms are empty?" ”

The houses are all good, in fact, as long as they can live in them, as for which one to rent, it depends on the price, Yang Rui is calculating how much money he has in his pocket. Seeing her ask, he said, "The rooms are very good, but I don't know how much money is a month?" ”

"The big bedroom is eight dollars a month, and the house is donated two corners; The pavilion room is cheap, four yuan a month, and the house is donated a dime. Which one do you want? She asked.

As soon as Yang Rui heard the price and calculated the rest of his money, he knew that he could only live in the pavilion, in fact, the small room was not bad, it was relatively quiet. After thinking about it for a while, he said, "I'd better live in the pavilion, can four yuan be cheaper?" I just came to Shanghai and money is tight."

Mrs. Huang didn't say anything after listening to it, and after a while, she said as if she had made a decision: "There are at least three and a half yuan between the pavilions, and it is not easy to borrow any less, I also think that you are a serious person with little money, if you sincerely want to borrow it, you will settle it today." ”

Yang Rui settled down immediately, paid a deposit of two yuan, and said that he would move over tomorrow, and asked for the address before going out: No. 12, Ruyi Lane, Houma Road. On the way back, I calculated the money, minus a piece of six to be paid tomorrow, I only have two pieces of six and four cents, and I can still have two dollars and three points left after today, and I can live thirteen days according to the calculation of two cents of food every day. But move over tomorrow, and I don't know how much money will be left after buying the quilt or something. Money, money, thinking of this, Yang Rui couldn't help but speed up his pace, found a post office at the junction of the stone road and the road, and sent the article full of his hopes, in order to let the other party editor accept his own classical Chinese and simplified characters, he explained at the back of the letter, according to the practice of the traveler, he said that he was an overseas Chinese, and he was educated in Western and simplified Chinese when he was young, so there are many deficiencies in grammar and writing, please forgive Yunyun.

After returning to the inn and passing through the four roads, Yang Rui walked around the bookstores again, spent two dimes and bought a lot of magazines and newspapers, and then went back and began to concentrate on reading and writing newspapers. When it was time for dinner, I wrote two more. Rubbing his dry eyes, looking at these three manuscripts, Yang Rui couldn't help but think hatefully, he yards, why can others get rich as soon as they cross over, Lao Tzu is only eight yuan when he is a treasure gold chain, and others will bump into some celebrity without worrying about food and clothing, Lao Tzu can only climb the lattice in this broken hotel, it is really unreasonable, his grandmother's.

After dinner, the proprietress had already lit the lamp in the room, and in the dark room, the kerosene lamp was stubbornly on, but even so, darkness still shrouded most of the place, and only the small place on the table maintained the light. Yang Rui sat down, looked at the results of the afternoon, straightened out the grammar of classical Chinese, and then did the great cause of climbing the grid.

The next day, Yang Rui took his luggage out of the inn early in the morning, went to the post office yesterday after breakfast, and sent out the three manuscripts written in succession yesterday afternoon.

It was already more than nine o'clock when I arrived at Ruyi, but when I was about to call the door, the door was not locked, but it was just hidden, and Mrs. Huang couldn't find anyone. Yang Rui shouted a few words and didn't see anyone, so he had to go upstairs directly, and the woman who washed the pot yesterday didn't see her, only the little girl. When she saw Yang Rui coming, she looked at it timidly, Yang Rui smiled and grimaced, and the little girl immediately shrank into the room, but she didn't cry or shout, maybe she knew that there was no malice.

The door of the pavilion was open, and the room seemed to be swept again, and there were some straws on the bed, and there was no covering, and when I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the room, Mrs. Huang came, or the moon-white robe from yesterday, and walked over softly. "It's thick, Mr. Yang, I happened to be drying the quilt on it just now, and I didn't hear you call me."

Yang Rui smiled and said, "It's okay, Mrs. Huang, the room seems to have been scanned, thank you." ”

"Oh, yes, yesterday you said you would come over today, and after you left, I came over and swept it, and I told you, it's refreshing to live alone in this pavilion." It can be seen that the landlord is still very talkative.

"Well, thank you" Yang Rui thanked him again, and said that he gave a piece of hexagon that he had prepared, and said, "Mrs. Huang, where is there a quilt to sell here?"

Mrs. Huang seems to be renting out the house, and she is in a good mood and is happy to help. "You go to the Yimin clothes and quilt shop outside, and say that it is Mr. Huang's tenant, it should be cheaper."

By the time he had eaten at noon, Yang Rui had already packed up the house, went out and came back, and spent a dollar to buy a single quilt, the money was tight, the weather was not too cold, and it was only so, in addition to the quilt, he also bought a lock, so I don't know if this thing can be used. The lock seller said that this kind of wide lock generally can't be opened, although Yang Rui didn't believe it, he had no choice, so he had to use it. In the end, I counted the money, and there were only two dimes left, and it would take more than ten days to save a little, and it would be up to me to see if the submission could be won.

In the next few days, Yang Rui basically nested in the room and didn't go anywhere, and the manuscript really couldn't be written, so he recorded the things of the later generations, all kinds of knowledge, historical events, historical figures, technical materials, of course, these are not complete, just some fragmentary sentences or clues, after all, I used to read through novels not textbooks, but read a book that wore Hainan at the end of the Ming Dynasty, and I read it several times, and there were many technical details on it, but after all, it was worn by the Ming Dynasty, and it had no effect at the end of the Qing Dynasty. There are also those who wore the late Qing Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty, and they just finished after seeing it. When recalling the prototype of the Soviet T34 tank -- a tank sample produced by an American company -- but couldn't remember the name of this company, Yang Rui sighed deeply: It seems that no matter what you do, you have to be serious, if you use your own snacks, how can you not remember it.

Five days have passed, Yang Rui has also met with the people in the house, the whole house has six rooms, and the place separated from the living room on the first floor is the landlord's, Mr. Huang has also seen it these days, with a round glasses and a mustache, he should be a teacher or something, but there is no deep talk, everyone is nodding as a courtesy; The cubicle on the other side of the stairs lived a middle-aged man at the gate of the courtyard that day, surnamed Deng, only to hear Mrs. Huang say that he worked at the post office, and his family was in the suburbs of Shanghai. At the back of the first floor is Yang Rui's pavilion, which is under the pavilion, is a couple, the man's surname is Xu, saying that it is from Jiangsu or Anhui, and the woman is from Songjiang, usually there is a daughter outside the room, and according to the crying, there are at least two babies in the room, but they can't usually see it. It is said that Mr. Xu wanted to give birth to a boy, who knew that a woman's belly was not angry, and two girls were born in a row. Originally, he didn't want to go out to beg for a living, but he had a relative who was working in a commercial house in Shanghai, and because he didn't give birth to a son at home, the two couples felt faceless and afraid of being embarrassed in front of the neighbors, so they followed.

There are also three houses on the second floor, only the pavilion room and the compartment against the stairs, the bedroom has been empty, the compartment is only known to be an old man's residence, usually go out early and return late, it is very quiet, until one day I drank too much wine and began to hum a tune to let Yang Rui know that there is such a person, the old man hummed above, and the little girl below was happy, and shouted with the old man's tune, it seems that this little girl should have musical talent. Later, I learned that the old man was setting up a small stall.

Every day at half past four, Yang Rui would backpack out, and then walk around the alley to see if he could wear it back again, but it was ineffective every time. Yang Rui came back in frustration and lay on the bed, silently counting the fewer and fewer silver horns and copper circles, calculating how many days there would be without food. At this time, Yang Rui always opened the window, leaned against the window, and looked down, Mrs. Huang used a kerosene stove to fry vegetables in the corridor, the spatula flew over, the little girl played under the eaves, the girl's parents kept talking in the room with hometown dialect, and Lao Deng was squatting at the staircase to smoke, and from time to time he would talk to the little girl - noisy but warm home life can always make people feel at ease, although Yang Rui is just a spectator, But you can also feel the warmth brought by this kind of fireworks.

On the eleventh day that Yang Rui came through, the ninth day of living in Ruyi, and when there were still two dimes left, hope came. That day, when he was lying on the window to look at the life photos below, Lao Deng knocked on the door and came in, handing over two letters: "Mr. Yang, two letters Allah brought over"

Letter, oh it's the newspaper that accepts submissions, and this should be the manuscript fee. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but get nervous, rushed over to take the letter and said thank you while opening it, the letter was really a note, and the top one read: Mr. Yang, the newspaper has now accepted your manuscript and published it in the next issue, and the manuscript fee is six yuan, please go to the Agricultural Journal Newspaper Hall at No. 3 Beihai Road to pick it up. The other is a money order with only three yuan on it, but the remitter is a female journal. It doesn't matter who it is, the key is that there is money, and the cash has become nine dollars and two dimes, this is the happiest, these days really let Yang Rui know what a penny is to stump a hero.

That night, Yang Rui went out to add a meal, these days the steamed buns are too tired of eating, on a whim I bought a pack of cigarettes, what is the old knife brand, look at the packaging is from the British American Tobacco Company, this company is still very famous in later generations, it is said that it once monopolized the Chinese cigarette market. Later, with the rise of national consciousness, private companies such as Nanyang Tobacco Company began to rise, and the two sides have been fiercely competitive throughout the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China. Yang Rui asked the boss again for the cigarettes of Nanyang Tobacco Company, and replied that there was no such company. It seems that it will be a few years before this company is established, and there is no zài yet.

Yang Rui wrote articles for the Journal of Agricultural Sciences and the Journal of Women's Sciences overnight, and the Journal of Agricultural Sciences wrote out the formulas of several soil pesticides that he could remember, and explained the usage and function, while the Women's Journal continued to discuss how the status of women fell step by step to the current status since the ancient matriarchal society, of course, it is impossible to finish it at one time, at least next time. In order to cover up a little, and to disguise his gender, he gave himself a pen name called Tingzijian.

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