The middle-aged scholar smiled and said, "What if he has new poems next month? Should we postpone it month by month?"
The elderly university scholar also looked at the young university scholar. The young university scholar was from Qing, and Fang Yun was from Jing. Jing and Qing had been at war for many years, so no one would believe that he had no selfish motives.
"If he has new poems next month, I will naturally upload as many as he can." The young university scholar said calmly.
The two grand secretaries looked at each other with helplessness. The young grand secretaries was named Qu Zhengxiang, a disciple of a semi-saint, and they could not offend him for such a trivial matter.
The two were about to agree when they heard a noise outside.
The elderly university scholar was originally unhappy and waved his sleeves impatiently, and the door of the review hall was knocked open by an invisible force.
"Who is making noise?" A huge voice echoed in the Holy Dao Editorial Office.
Then a clerk came running over excitedly holding a piece of paper, shouting as he ran: "Zhengguo! The Zhengguo poem has been published! Urgent recommendation!"
The three university scholars all showed joy on their faces, and the unhappiness they had just felt was swept away.
Any poem that can defend a country is extremely rare. If such a poet concentrates on writing frontier poems, he is likely to create a war poem that will be passed down from generation to generation, which will be of great benefit to the human race.
There are only a few war poems that scholars can use nowadays. With each additional poem, the power of the human race will be increased.
Qu Zhengxiang was even happier. With this national poem, no one would care when the poem "Year End" would be published, and his pressure would be greatly reduced.
"God bless the human race!" After the elderly university scholar said this, he grabbed the clerk who brought the news from a distance. The piece of paper flew in front of him like an arrow, and he opened his mouth to read out the poem.
When they read "Cocks crow in the thatched hut under the moon, human footprints on the frosty wooden bridge", the three Ran's eyes changed at the same time.
All three of them were well-read scholars. They saw the beauty of the words in "The moon shines on the thatched hut with the sound of cocks, and the frost on the wooden bridge with the footprints of people" after reading it only once. So they subconsciously compared it with the poems they had written and found that either the parallelism, the scenery, or the level were not as good.
The three of them compared it with those famous poems. This comparison was also obvious. The words were not bad, but the artistic conception was much worse. And those with good artistic conception could not reach the level of "every word is a masterpiece".
The middle-aged scholar was filled with excitement and said, "Great! This is an unprecedented masterpiece! It is worthy of being called a national poem. The wonderful use of words is rare in the world!"
Qu Zhengxiang exclaimed: "This poem has a talent and sentiment similar to Tao Yuanming. I am far inferior to him. I wonder which famous poet in which country wrote this poem?"
The elderly university scholar continued reading, and when he reached the end, he suddenly put down the page of poetry, with a slightly strange expression on his face, and did not answer Qu Zhengxiang's words.
The middle-aged scholar let the poem page fly over to him in confusion, and after taking a closer look, he found that the person was also silent, with the same strange expression on his face.
Qu Zhengxiang hesitated for a moment, took the poem, looked at it carefully, and blushed.
Jingguo, Jixian Fangyun, these six words are extremely eye-catching.
The national poem must be published in next month's "Saint Way", and "Spring Dawn", which ranked first in the county examination, must also be included. Not to mention the obstruction of Qu Zhengxiang, even if his semi-saint teacher came in person, he could not change Fang Yun's two poems from being included in "Saint Way".
Qu Zhengxiang could no longer sit still, so he stood up and said, "I am not feeling well, so I will resign from the position of editor of "The Holy Way" next month. Please replace me in time. Bye, both of you." After that, he left.
After Qu Zhengxiang walked away, the old university scholar sighed and said, "Qu Zhengxiang was very successful at a young age. He rose to prominence all the way and won three first prizes in the imperial examinations. He was already a university scholar before he was 30, second only to the four great scholars. Now there is a young genius giving him a wake-up call. Maybe it's a good thing for him."
"But Fang Yun happens to be from Jing Country, which may not be a good thing for him."
"Humph! He is already a Grand Secretary, but he is still making things difficult for a young man over a small matter. He only has Qing Kingdom in his eyes and no human race. This is not good for him, but it is a great thing for the human race! However, he is smart. If he continues to make things difficult for Fang Yun, his literary courage will be shaken and he will not be able to become a great scholar."
The middle-aged scholar smiled bitterly and said, "Let's not talk about him anymore. Let's talk about Fang Yun. His "Year End" will also be published next month. Three poems shine together, which is unprecedented. Even Tao Yuanming, the pastoral master, only published two poems at the same time. The craziest period was when he published six poems in a row. He had six consecutive issues of "The Holy Way" with his pastoral poems. He can be said to be unrivaled in poetry. But Fang Yun is just a student, but he is not inferior to Tao Yuanming at all. He is simply a little monster."
"This boy is too extraordinary. I am actually afraid that he may be too sharp and it may be detrimental to his future growth."
The middle-aged scholar said, "I have another page here that you haven't read. It says that Fang Yun was injured before the county exam, but he met a mysterious teacher who gave him guidance. The next day, he took the exam despite his injury. The local county magistrate wrote a poem for him, and he also wrote a poem to thank the county magistrate. The two poems are not the key. The key is the identity of the teacher."
"Then I feel relieved. The one who can teach such a student must be at least a great scholar. It is not surprising even if it is Chen Guanhai or Chen Sheng."
"It's a pity that Fang Yun is still young, and is only a student. If he were a Jinshi, he would probably be able to squeeze out the 'Poet' among the four great talents."
"It's too early to say. Poetry doesn't shock the saints, but writing can reach the ears of the gods. Since ancient times, no one has been crowned a saint by poetry. Even Tao Yuanming relied on his prose and classics. However, if this boy calms down and forgets about fame, his achievements will surely surpass you and me."
"No matter what, I want to meet him."
"Who doesn't want to see?"
The two looked at each other and laughed.
In Dayuan Prefecture, Fang Yun and his wife agreed to go to the Fang family school to teach in five days.
In the afternoon, Fang Yun called Liang Yuan and the hired employees together to discuss the development direction of the bookstore.
The suggestions from Liang Yuan and others were all quite standard. Fang Yun did not deny them. Instead, he made improvements based on their suggestions and was very specific, such as how to advertise, how to market, how to select target customers, etc.
Liang Yuan and the others were stunned, but they were all experienced people and immediately realized that what Fang Yun said was extremely feasible, even subversive. They took note of it carefully and then did it according to the existing conditions.
Finally, Fang Yun formulated the development direction of the bookstore, which was to sell popular novels.
However, popular novels are declining now, and most bookstores specializing in popular novels cannot make much money. Although others have concerns, it is difficult for them to refute the owner and they can only listen.
Fang Yun asked them to immediately make a batch of cardboard bookmarks, at least 50,000 pieces, write " " on the bookmarks, design a trademark, and write aphorisms, maxims, and famous quotes on the bookmarks, which would be given away as gifts with new books in the future.
This apparently ordinary design left Liang Yuan and the shop assistant dumbfounded.
"Boss, you are not a clever person, are you? You are so good at poetry and business. If you don't use your literary talent to do business, other businessmen will be fooled by you."
"Yeah, what marketing you're talking about is simply amazing. It's not surprising if you think about it carefully, but we just can't figure it out."
Fang Yun smiled and said, "You guys should first submit some popular novels. I will produce a novel manuscript within five days and then send it to the printer. I will print 10,000 copies first."
An old man hurriedly said, "Boss, you don't know that publishing a book is not so smooth because you have never worked in this business. There is only one "Literary Newspaper" and one "Holy Journal" in the world. Why don't others make newspapers and magazines? Because the Holy Academy does not allow it. The Holy Academy does allow publishing books, but they must be reviewed by the Academy of Literature. If you want to sell your book in Jiangzhou, you must be reviewed by the Jiangzhou Academy of Literature. If you want to sell it in Jingguo, you must get permission from the "Jingguo Academy". If you want to sell it in Shiguo, you must get the approval of the Holy Academy. Five days is far from enough. It takes at least fifteen days. You also need to wait for the printing of the book. You can't get the book in the store for more than a month."
"Shouldn't the Wenhui Institute of Guizhou Academy of Arts be responsible for this matter?"
"right."
"That's no problem. After I finish writing the book, I will go visit Zhou Zhubu of the State Academy of Literature, show him the manuscript, and ask him to write a preface. I think the book should be printed within five days."
"Ah? You know Zhou Zhubu? And you can ask him to write the preface? That's no problem. He happens to be in charge of Wenhuiyuan, so there will be no problem at all." The old fellow said enviously, and straightened his back unconsciously.
The others' eyes lit up, as if they saw hope. Since the new owner knew Zhou Zhubu, maybe they could really make it big.
"I'm going home to write a book. I should have it finished before dinner tomorrow, and then I'll go visit Mr. Zhou."
Fang Yun stood up and was about to leave. Liang Yuan stretched out his hand to stop him in surprise: "What did you say? You haven't finished writing your book yet? Don't tell me you haven't started writing yet."
"I'm writing a medium-length popular novel, about 20,000 to 30,000 words, I should be able to finish it in five days. At worst I can just stay up tonight."
"A novel written in two days?" Everyone looked at Fang Yun with suspicion.
"I have a plan in mind. All right, get busy."
Fang Yun and Yang Yuhuan left together, bought some paper and incense on the way, and also bought a book introducing novelists, and returned home.
At this time, Jiang Pozi and Fang Daniu had already cleaned up Fang Yun's east wing. From now on, Fang Yun and Fang Daniu would live here, while Yang Yuhuan and Jiang Pozi would live in the west wing.
Fang Yun took a look at the little fox. It was placed in a bamboo basket with a quilt inside and was still unconscious.
The room is filled with a faint exotic fragrance, which makes people feel relaxed and refreshed, and full of energy.
"Could it be that the scent of the fragrant fox can clear one's mind?"
Fang Yun put this thought behind him and read carefully the newly bought book "Notes from Shiluting".
This book was written by a novelist, one of the Hundred Schools of Literature. However, the number of novelists declined, and no half-saint ever emerged, so the book gradually fell into decline.
Fang Yun first put the book into the strange book world, and then began to read, because the reading speed in the strange book world was dozens of times faster than usual.
It is not good to read too fast when studying the classics of the saints, but it is still convenient to use Qishu Tiandi to look up information.
In just half a minute, Fang Yun sorted out the thread of popular novels in this world. It was the same as before the Tang Dynasty on Earth. Currently, there were only strange stories novels, and the first monument in novels, the "Tang Dynasty Legendary Novels", had not yet appeared.
The later Yuan opera and novels of Song, Ming and Qing dynasties were greatly influenced by Tang legends. It can be said that Tang legends are the ancestors of Ming and Qing novels. Among them, "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" and "Three Words and Two Shots" almost completely inherited the style and form of Tang legends.