The team was so neatly arranged that without counting the votes, the eight judges had already seen that the winner of this competition was Li Zhaoxian.
Obviously all the judges came up with the same results. The older generation of authors also felt that Li Mengyang was the best. Li Zhaoxian's writing was not up to the standard. Even the authors themselves had no objection. Why did the guests listen and vote for Li Zhaoxian
As if in a dream, several judges couldn't help but stand up and stick to the screen to take a closer look, and murmured to themselves, "How could this happen?"
How could it not be.
How many animation masterpieces fall on remakes, and how many movies and TV series sequels change the starring role, and will lose a large number of audiences. The same is true of novels—Dream of Red Mansions published more than a dozen sequels in the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China. In modern times, there are still people writing sequels. In the end, there is not only one Gao E who is recognized by the masses
Everyone has watched Jin Yiwei for more than ten years, and they have long been accustomed to the style of Taige. Although the writing of these new authors is good, they are not good enough to crush the predecessors. Why should readers give up the style they are familiar with and like? , accept the new version
If there is no option for Li Zhaoxian to continue the style of the previous generation, readers will also choose a new author they like and accept it as a brand new comic. But since there is Li Zhaoxian, others are destined to be inferior to him.
Cui Xie looked at the blurred queue behind the paper screen, sighed softly, and instructed the servants: "Find someone who can read, take a pen and paper and go outside and ask the guests why they voted for this. Write it down and write down the guests' information. Identity, how many years have you read comic strips, what do you think about the articles of these authors, why did you choose Zhao Xian in the end..."
The Cui family, together with the guys from several stores, have written all the way from the daily plan, the monthly plan, and the annual plan. From time to time, I have to go out to do a market research. I wrote this kind of thing and wrote the experience, and I should follow it neatly. , and asked him if he wanted to bring some small gifts to the guests.
Cui Xie said casually: "It's fine if you don't say anything, everyone who is willing to say it will send a Jinyiwei painting note. If there is someone who has said something particularly detailed, ask them if they would like to leave a name - tell them that in the future we may Select some of these messages and organize them into a book, which will be included with the book when "Stop the Wind and Cloud" goes on sale."
After the outsiders had all left, the authors couldn't help but grabbed it and asked, "How could it be Bo Zheng! The seniors clearly chose to offer auspiciousness! I never listened to what the guests said..."
Li Zhaoxian didn't think it should be, so he rushed to the screen, and through a thin layer of white paper, he also saw the huge and bloated line under the stage that almost occupied the entire venue. And there are only a few people, at most a few dozen people, in front of the boxes that are put in by others, and you can count them at a glance.
In the face of this huge difference, words are already powerless.
Seeing that they were so excited that they were about to rush out of the screen, Cui Xie hurriedly raised his hand to hold the person, and said categorically, "It's getting late, everyone should go to rest first, if you have something to investigate tomorrow... After reading the reasons given by the guests tomorrow, we will have a meeting to study it. ."
It’s easier for the authors to ignore it, but the judges are fine. Eight teachers surrounded the six authors, and after they got off the stage, they called the two gardeners to help them, and they took the people from the back door to the authors to rest. in the courtyard.
There are many rooms here, and we simply put everyone together without distinguishing between authors and judges. Only Cui Xie, the master, could not rest, so he said that he was going to "tour the field", and then walked outside again.
Everyone was still waiting to persuade him that there were a lot of people outside. He was a weak scholar and wandered around, but Wang Shouren took the initiative to stop everyone and explained for him: "Brother He Zhong has held such a conference more than once, he must have experience, and there are study rooms everywhere. We don’t have to worry about him. He is the master, so how can we rest in peace if we don’t send all the guests away?”
He thought that Cui Xie was going to take care of himself and Li Zhaoxian's father and his father's colleagues, and to take care of everyone for him, but he didn't know that he was not looking for a teacher, but an object.
Big Brother Li and his group of senior authors are watching Changlong who voted and feeling his youth. Cui Xie stepped forward to ask a few questions, and heard what they meant to see the end, so he had to ask the staff to bring thick clothes and hot water tubes for the teachers and teachers, and send them back when they finished.
He went to the various courtyards to see if there were any fire safety hazards. He turned around and found the water pavilion where he was dating Xie Ying for the first time, and saw the people who were still waiting for him in the pavilion.
This time there were no lights in the pavilion, only a row of lights by the lake to prevent tourists from slipping in from the outside.
Xie Ying took his hand and carefully brought him into the water pavilion. A few charcoal braziers were lit on the surface of the room, and the dark red charcoal blocks were half buried in the ashes, and the outlines of things could be seen dimly. Xie Ying slid the latte into the ashes, took out the simmering sweet potato, and opened it with a towel, giving Cui Xie a piece first.
The sweet and hot aroma diffused in the room, dispelling the chill by the water.
Cui Xie ate half a sweet potato with his hand, and suddenly felt warm in his belly, and his spirit was much better. He leaned on his shoulder and sighed: "It's still comfortable by your side. I was exhausted when I commented above. , I have to comment on the article word by word, and I have to come up with different words. After I finally finished the review, I scored points, and the voting went wrong again... "
As he spoke, he lay down in Xie Ying's arms.
Xie Ying threw down the sweet potato in his hand, wiped the ash and sugar juice from his fingertips with a handkerchief, circled his shoulders and asked, "What went wrong? The people who stabbed a large courtyard have no competition, they are even more lined up than in the military camp."
Cui Xie chuckled and said, "It's tidy. I voted for Junior Brother Li neatly. The other talents have suffered a lot. I have to hold a meeting for them tomorrow."
Xie Ying often had meetings in the Cui family. After each meeting, the people who were invited were frowning. I have never seen a meeting that can help people.
As soon as he thought of the wretched faces of those talented people holding thick plans, he couldn't help chuckling, shaking his head and saying, "I'm afraid that after the meeting tomorrow, their hearts will be more miserable than today. More."
People of culture are always a little sensitive.
Cui Xie said indifferently, "This is all for a while, and I can't take care of these careful thoughts when I'm busy in the future. I heard from the teacher that since the court allowed sweet potatoes to be used as variegated grains to pay taxes last year, the tax grains have been overcharged by nearly 100%. Two million shi, and the amount of rice that was exempted due to the disaster was also less than 960,000 shi from last year. Now the rice in Beijing is almost down to one tael and one shi, the treasury is abundant, and the court has grain and soldiers. I'm afraid it's going to be a matter of discussing the reinstatement."
Xie Ying was stunned, reached out and stroked his face, with complex brilliance flashing in his eyes, but never said a word.
Cui Xie closed his eyes, turned his head, and said in a low voice, "At this time, the imperial court has agreed to restore the system, and we have to start from the repair of the border city and slowly advance to the north. When will you really use the army, you will write to ask for orders and be transferred to the border army. Bar?"
"I just said that the author is troubled, you want to solve them, I think now I want to solve you." Xie Ying lowered her head, pecked his cool eyelids, nose tip, lips, and assured him in his ear: " I took up the post of Jinyi Guard, and I have been a Jinyi Guard for so many years, how can I easily transfer to the frontier army? We don’t think about this matter, it’s true only after listening to the sage’s decision.”
His voice gradually sank, and when it sounded again, it was so low that it seemed to be swallowed up by the sound of water outside the pavilion: "I'm going, I'll always tell you first."
Cui Xie gave a slow and deep "um".
It was almost noon the next day when Cui Xie brought a pile of research materials that had been sorted out to meet the anxiously waiting group of authors. The judges also wanted to know what the tourists wrote, and they all stayed in the small building waiting.
Cui Xie lined up the classified survey form, and asked someone to put up a whiteboard and mark it with a thick pencil. The survey subjects were divided into "literati", "gentlemen", "warrior", "rich households" and "city" according to their family backgrounds. People" categories.
Literati, especially those who know poetry and prose as well as their authors, have an appreciation for poetry; gentry are the children of squires and officials, who have read some books and know how to appreciate the beauty of poetry.
As far as these two types of readers are more critical, the other five talented people voted the most, and most of the remaining people went straight to Li Zhaoxian, and did not care about others.
He listed the numbers counted by the shopkeeper yesterday in a table, and comforted everyone: "We have to look at the opinions of the guests comprehensively, not just the votes. Because each person can only cast one vote this time, many It's not that people don't like you, it's just that the number of votes is limited. When they talked to the guys afterwards, they also said that there were other people who wanted to vote..."
If you don't count Li Zhaoxian, you can only calculate according to what the guests said afterwards. Many of the five talents voted. Li Mengyang had the highest number of votes, followed by Tang Bohu, and the remaining three were not much less than them.
In the research they did, they firmly said that Li Zhaoxian was not very good.
The authors looked at the table he listed, and became more and more puzzled, and could only guess: "Could it be that these are just polite words? They all listened to the reviewers' comments on the benefits of these articles, but they liked Bo Zheng's, for the sake of other authors. , and say a few words of praise afterwards?"
These geniuses from Wuzhong, Guanlong, and Shandong have all been beaten by reality to the point of losing their confidence.
Cui Xie shook his head and distributed the questionnaire to everyone: "It's not that you wrote badly, it's just that you didn't write the Jinyiwei in their hearts. Readers are used to seeing the old version, so they don't want to change the author, and if they have to do it, they would rather have another one. Most like ever."
Li Mengyang suddenly remembered that when Cui Xie asked them to write a manuscript, they had to imitate the style of the previous work. He blushed and asked: "If we only want the old style, why do we need to write it? Just find a few ordinary scholars and write in the style of Taige and Chaling?"
Can ordinary scholars write articles comparable to Li Dongyang, Yang Tinghe, and Xie Qian? He didn't even dare to compare with these people, otherwise, what would he do if he was staring at the famous people who have been in the history books like the former seven sons and the four great talents of Jiangnan!
Cui Xie angrily educated them: "Are you writing essays to show off your talents? Articles are a means of changing customs and educating the people. Can you give them to people who don't know the basics to write at will!"
He looked directly at Li Mengyang and asked: "Xianji is the head of the household department, but I don't know how many people you have written about the method of mixing grain and beans, accumulating dung and earthworms as fertilizer, and making chickens lay more eggs. How much more has the Ministry collected tax grain and converted silver in the past two years than before?"
Li Mengyang wanted to say that Jinyiwei and Nongjing were not the same thing, but he was speechless under Cui Xie's stern gaze. After a second thought, he suddenly remembered that when he was a teenager, Jin Yiwei seemed to be synonymous with cruelty and terror, just like the eunuch guarding him.
And now Jinyiwei has become a hero sought after by the people. Even the people who wrote the story of Jinyiwei got a lot of light. Looking at the comments of these tourists, even the few authors who were not selected, they all praised fairly fairly.
This short three-hundred-word article, which does not even fully reflect his level, has received more praise than his well-crafted poetry. Just because this article is about the story of Jinyiwei, and because his predecessors have spent more than ten years operating the name of Jinyiwei's comic strips to the world...
Others painted this to change customs and to educate the people, but he was to promote his own literary name... Cui Xie's harsh criticism poured down on him like cold water, and he has been beaten to pieces by that vote since yesterday. Pride flushed clean.
He is aggressive and vigorous, and he wants to change the current weak style of writing. Isn't his original intention to revive the current situation!
Now that there is a road in front of him that allows him to use comic strips to satirize current affairs and promote his ambition to govern the country, why would he give up for the sake of face
Li Mengyang was entangled in his heart for a long time, and finally lowered his head: "I am willing to write this article in the same style as the wind and clouds."
very good.
Cui Xie stood at the table and smiled lovingly: "You virtuous brothers are not in the Hanlin, but in the Lang Office. They are all future pillars of the court. An Neng only sees himself as a literati? Li Yan is the three immortals, and the articles you have written are now enough to be passed down to future generations, and you can now concentrate on 'making meritorious service'."
The hearts of a few talents who were defeated and hit hard are also hot with the word meritorious service. Seeing the enthusiastic praises of the officials and the common people in their hands, they did not say anything else, and silently accepted the identity of the author of "Stop the Wind and Cloud".
Only Li Zhaoxian sighed for a while: "The writers in front are really different from the common ones, I really want to know their identities."
Cui Xie comforted him: "If you write well, you can win the eyes of the seniors, and one day in the future, he will be willing to tell you his identity."
The eyes of Li Zhaoxian, several other authors and even the judges lit up, but Wang Shouren turned his face to the whiteboard and sighed silently.