I've just finished reading the first draft, and I've already figured out how much money it will cost?
This is writing poetry, not testing arithmetic.
Are poems something you can write if you want to?
Even if you write it down, if the storyteller doesn't like it, the money will have nothing to do with you.
Is it too early to be happy?
Xu Qingnian coughed a few times and gave a few more instructions.
"Remuneration is only one aspect of this foreign affairs mission. There are other benefits. I'm afraid some people haven't figured it out yet."
"Congwenyuan covers the three prefectures in the southeast, and this book "Ballam" was the main storybook in the first half of the year. You should know how influential it will be."
"If the poem is selected, its publicity and dissemination will be at least worth the help of a branch school!"
At this point, the first floor was completely silent.
Someone's heart suddenly started beating violently.
Zhushan just launched an all-out "war" to compete for the rankings in January, and is no longer able to continue participating in the war in the short term.
But now that there is a series of bookstores, it is equivalent to having more capital for a war.
This meaning is much greater than the so-called reward.
If the master wants to compete for the list, he will definitely look down on these, because the master already has a considerable reputation and can be on the literary saint list without the help of the academy.
Finally, relying on the quality of poetry and prose, he competed for ranking in the Literary Saint List.
However, scribes below the master level are particularly in need of such help, so that they can at least be the first to let most people see their poems.
"Therefore, Songyue Academy and Xiangshan Academy will definitely pay special attention to it. I hope you will not lose the name of Bailu Academy."
"Write poems and essays before the tenth day of February and hand them over directly to me."
After saying that, Xu Nian disappeared on the first floor.
The people around Li Changan also woke up from the confusion just now.
No one took Li Changan's behavior just now seriously.
The Cong Bookstore has been ranked first in poetry and prose seven times in a row, and now it has the advantage of competing for the ranking. There are two other major academies competing for it.
Who can grab this spot?
Even though Taibai, this apprentice, is indeed very unusual.
But the chances of breaking out of the tight siege are slim.
Annan smiled and patted Li Changan on the shoulder,
"Brother Li, when you get the money, remember to invite me and Brother Zhou to the Jiaofang Division. With the help of Congwen Bureau, you can rush to the Literary Saint List again, and maybe you can get the first place again."
"Brother Cheng'an, what a blessing." Li Changan nodded helplessly. This guy really wouldn't give up until he brought him into the Jiaofang Division. "We agreed in advance that I would only have tea and not stay overnight."
"As long as you go to the Jiaofang Division."
Li Changan didn't hand in the poem directly. He just wrote the poem after reading the first draft of the story, which was too much.
Today is the third day of the second lunar month, so it won’t be too late to hand it in on the seventh or eighth day of the lunar month.
You have to show off.
Academy scattered value,
Li Changan declined Zhou Ziyu and Annan's invitation to drink. He had to go to Uncle Zhang again today to ensure that the candied haws and malatang could be made.
Otherwise, for No. 56, just eating and drinking would be a big problem.
As a result, Zhang Fugui was guarding the entrance of the academy, and Li Changan saw him as soon as he left the academy.
It's impossible not to see that Zhang Fugui's appearance as tall as Zhang Fei stands out among the crowd.
"Uncle Zhang."
"Chang'an, let's go, let's go eat." Zhang Fugui saw Li Changan, smiled and patted Li Changan on the back.
"Uncle Zhang, have you all found a place to live?" Li Changan couldn't help but ask.
"I asked Song Anmin to search, and we found two courtyards. The place is remote and the price is cheap. You guys can at least sleep more comfortably tonight."
Zhang Fugui said cheerfully,
"I have just taught two people how to make the candied haws and spicy hotpot you sent me this morning. Once they think about it on their own, they should be able to learn it in a few days."
The two of them passed by a Goulan restaurant, and Li Changan stopped subconsciously. The thin and petite figure appeared in his mind unconsciously.
"Uncle Zhang, why don't we go in and take a look?"
"Okay, it just so happens that I also want to listen to the show." Zhang Fugui walked in first.
The two of them found a square table close to the stage and sat down. A waiter immediately came up to him and asked, "Gentlemen, would you like to drink wine or tea?"
"Come to the bar." Li Changan said with a smile, "Bring over two plates of other side dishes, and another plate of peanuts."
"Okay, you two, please wait a moment."
On the stage, two people were singing an unknown play. Li Changan asked himself that he did not have the ability to appreciate it, but Zhang Fugui was shaking his head and enjoying himself.
Li Changan poured wine for Zhang Fugui from time to time. Seeing Zhang Fugui's intoxicated appearance, he really couldn't bear to disturb him.
Not long after the opera ended, the man in Tsing Yi finally walked onto the stage.
There was only a round stool, and Qing Yi sat down with her pipa in her arms, which seemed to add a different kind of charm. Before she even started playing, there was a roar of applause from the audience.
Li Changan casually asked the waiter beside him, "What do you call the girl on the stage?"
The waiter quickly replied: "That's the mainstay of our place, Miss Yan Qingshi Yan. How many people come here just want to hear her play a song."
"Yan Qingshi..." Li Changan muttered the name and turned his eyes to the stage.
The thin and petite body, holding the pipa, has extra strength.
The sound of the pipa made the audience suddenly quiet.
Like beads on a jade plate, it is crisp and round, sometimes low and gentle, sometimes high-pitched and rapid.
The pillars of the platform really deserve their reputation.
At the end of the song, Yan Qingshi held her pipa and bowed slightly to salute, then glanced at Li Changan in the audience.
Unexpectedly, he happened to catch Li Changan's eyes, so he hurriedly looked away, turned and left the stage.
"Chang'an, this girl is..." Zhang Fugui practiced martial arts and had sharp ears and eyes. He could clearly see where Yan Qingshi looked at her last look.
Li Changan poured wine for Zhang Fugui, "We met twice."
"We've only met twice? I don't think she looks alike... You came here just to see her, right?" Zhang Fugui showed an expression that said, "I understand."
As obscene as you want to be.
Li Changan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Uncle Zhang, please don't make fun of me."
"I just heard that she plays the pipa very well. If I have time, I'll come over and give it a try. I don't really have any other meaning."
"That's what I mean, and I don't mean anything else." Zhang Fugui said seriously.
Li Changan hurriedly served Zhang Fugui some food, "Uncle Zhang, I'm really convinced by you. When did you learn how to play a fighter?"
During the conversation, an old man wearing a gray coat appeared on the stage. Two waiters carried a long table and placed it in front of the old man.
Every move the old man makes is extremely upright and meticulous.
When everything was ready, the old man said, "Last time, we mentioned that the Li family in Xichuan had a Qilin son..."
Li Changan also heard Zhou Ziyu mention the Li family of Xichuan, and he immediately became interested.
But after listening to it for a while, I found it quite boring.
The story I'm talking about has a very similar thing in common with the "Babble" I watched today, that is, there are almost no ups and downs, and there are too many straightforward narratives.
There is no sense of expectation at all.
Li Changan shook his head helplessly. It seemed necessary to bring books like "How to Write a Good Story" and "Twenty-one Models of Stories" to the world.
At this moment, arrogant shouts suddenly broke out next to him,
"Get down quickly, we want to see Miss Yan. Are you, an old man like you, staying up there looking for death?"
"Jijiwaiwai, I don't know what you are talking about, get out of here!"
"What are you looking at? This is Brother Snake from our Longhu Gang. If you don't get out, we will help you."