Gou in Daming, I was overheard by Zhu Yuanzhang

A shop facing the street has a sign: "Daming Pao".

A notice of the launch was posted on the wall.

"Da Ming Pao" wants to collect excellent poems, songs, Fu and novels!

"No way, this is how you learn to rub traffic?"

""Ming Pao" is popular, immediately launch "Da Ming Pao"!"

"When Jin Yong becomes popular, there will be Quan Yong, Jin Kang, and Jin Yongxin."

"That's good too. With "Da Ming Pao" as a foil, wouldn't "Ming Pao" become even more popular?"

"Imitate, imitate, I hope Da Ming Pao publishes more imitations!"

"Come on, go in and have a look." Zhu Yuanzhang said as he entered the room.

"Are you drinking tea, or are you here to contribute?" A scholar-like person asked.

"Let's drink tea. By the way, how about the submission, and how about the reward?" Zhu Yunxi asked.

The scholar introduced the rules of submission, and the remuneration of course depends on the quality of the work.

"How do you judge the quality of a work? What if you call the bad ones good and the good ones bad?"

The scholar said: "Da Ming Pao was founded by Guozijian. We judge that if it is good, it is good, and if it is bad, it is bad. It can't be wrong."

"Guozijian actually has a side job! It's very good at using resources!"

"However, the current education model of Guozijian may be difficult to integrate with the market."

Mao Yi said: "Are you running "Da Ming Pao" to oppose "Ming Pao?"

The scholar said: "Of course, "Da Ming Pao" not only has to fight against "Ming Pao", we also have to make "Ming Pao" not make money for 20 years!"

"What a breath!"

"It reminds me of Wang Sicong's father, bragging that he can't pay taxes."

"If you want to kill your paradise without making money for 20 years, you will be beaten in the face."

"I'd like to see how you make Ming Pao not make money!"

"Several guest officials, if you have any good works, you can give them to me! If there are good works, the creators of this book will also introduce a lot, and there will be bonuses!"

"Did you see that one? His name is Wang Shouzheng, and he is favored by Mr. Wang, the Minister of Rites. He is the editor-in-chief of "Da Ming Pao."

"They are also supervisors, Wang Shouzheng has a bright future!"

"As long as the "Da Ming Pao" is successfully run, Wang Shouzheng will definitely be recommended by Mr. Wang. Maybe the Imperial College will produce Mr. Tie Xuantie!"

Zhu Yuanzhang thought in his heart that it was true that Tie Xuan was a supervisor of Guozijian, but it was all because of the recommendation of his third grandson.

Not recommended by the third grandson, how old do we know Tie Xuan?

Mr. Wang, Minister of Rites, isn't he Wang Qingxuan?

Why did Wang Qingxuan get involved?

"Master Wang, I have traveled here from Fujian for half a year, just to publish the novel. Would you like to read it again?"

The tone of a poorly dressed young man was very humble, with a hint of pleading.

"Luo Qingping, right? You're not real! Our announcement has only been issued a few days ago, and you've been away for half a year. Who are you fooling?"

Mao Yi whispered: "This person is Wang Shouzheng, the Imperial Supervisor who pretends to be Wang Shouzheng."

"Lord Wang, please take a look again." Luo Qingping opened a manuscript: "This one is about events in the Song Dynasty."

"The first round: Mr. Hu pawned fairy paintings, Zhang Yuanjun burned the paintings and gave birth to Yonger."

"Second time: Hu Yong'er buys cooking cakes in Daxue, and Aunt Sheng teaches Xuannv method."

"The third round: Hu Yonger tries to change Qian Mifa, and Hu Yuanwai burns the wish book in anger."

"Chapter Four: Hu Yonger cuts grass to become a horse, and Hu Yonger scatteres beans to become a soldier."

Wang Shouzheng became impatient: "Back, back, back, Luo Qingping, you'd better go back!"

"Damn it, this chapter-style novel actually has a bit of fantasy."

"This person can also write fantasy?"

"It's interesting."

"However, such a book is still not open enough."

"Since it's fantasy, if you're writing about a mysterious girl, you can use vernacular."

"It's so neat and well-written, the literati don't like to read it, and the common people don't like it."

"This book has a high probability of hitting the street."

"Don't talk about Wang Shouzheng, even I wouldn't want it."

"However, this author has potential and is worth cultivating."

Luo Qingping said unwillingly: "Master Wang, what do you think of this book?"

Wang Shouzheng had no choice but to sit down and said, "I won't read it, read it aloud, and I'll listen to it."

Luo Qingping took out the manuscript again from the bag and read: "The first chapter: tie the red string to marry under the moon, and make friends before breaking the yellow flag."

"Second time: Bai Wenlian West Road is an official, Mr. Luo Beishan shoots a tiger."

"The third time—"

"Okay, okay," Wang Shouzheng said, "This, it still doesn't work, you go back."

Luo Qingping said: "Master Wang, I still have it here! Can you listen to me again?"

"Anything else? Then, just read it." Wang Shouzheng sat down again.

Luo Qingping took out another reading book, and after reading it a few times, Wang Shouzheng executed him again.

Luo Qingping still wanted to get out, but Wang Shouzheng asked, "Do you have any novels like "The Legend of the Condor Heroes"?"

Luo Qingping lowered his head and said, "No, I've been watching "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" all the time. It looks good, but I can't write it. My grandfather can't write it either."

"These books were all written by my grandfather."

"Except for the novel "Fenzhuanglou" which was published in Hangzhou, none of the others have been published."

"In order to fulfill my grandfather's last wish, I came here from Fujian, can you take a closer look?"

Wang Shouzheng said: "So you didn't write it! Your grandfather wrote it. No wonder, what dynasty is it now?"

"It's only been a few decades since the founding of the Ming Dynasty. Your grandfather belongs to the Yuan Dynasty. How can the people of the Ming Dynasty read what he wrote?"

Luo Qingping was very disappointed, but still had a glimmer of hope: "Master Wang, if you can print these novels, I don't want money, no, just give me some money to go home."

"Keep these novels for yourself as a souvenir." Wang Shouzheng got up and left the shop.

Luo Qingping packed up the manuscript and was about to leave when someone held his hand: "Luo Qingping, right? We, Master Bi, are here to invite you."

Luo Qingping saw that it was a person wearing a masked hat.

Mao Yi invited Luo Qingping over.

"Luo Qingping, these novels of yours were written by your grandfather, and the level is not bad. It just needs to be revised, a major revision."

Zhu Yunxi said: "Bring me the novel just now."

Luo Qingping asked: "Are you from the newspaper?"

Because the three of them were wearing masked hats, Luo Qingping felt a little uneasy.

Mao Yi said: "Since you have read "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", you should know the author. The author is right in front of you."

Luo Qingping said: "Ah, "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" was written by you, Jin Yong?"

Zhu Yunxi said: "Uh, yes, this is a pen name, a pen name."

"Disrespect, disrespect," Luo Qingping's face became even more gloomy, "No wonder, what my grandpa wrote didn't catch your eyes, didn't catch your fancy, alas."

Mao Yi said, "Why don't you go to Ming Pao?"

"I'm here for Ming Pao. I left Fujian half a year ago."

Mao Yi said with a smile: "You are looking for the wrong one, you are looking for "Da Ming Pao", not "Ming Pao"!"

Zhu Yunxi asked, "Apart from what you read just now, is there anything else?"

"There is still one book I haven't read. This one is the longest and the best."

Zhu Yuanzhang said: "Didn't you recite the best one just now? Are you cheating?"

Luo Qingping said: "It's not deceitful at all, this is the best. It's a pity that people in the world don't have eyes! People with no culture and cultivation can't understand."

Zhu Yuanzhang was a little annoyed, isn't this kid too crazy!
You have read so many books, not only Wang Shouzheng, but even the third grandson have denied it, you still say it is well written?

Sure enough, there are such people in the world who try to catch fame!

What else did his grandfather write?

It is purely to save face.

If it is well-written and recognized by others, it is he who wrote it himself.

If it's poorly written and people make fun of it, it's his grandfather who wrote it!
"Okay, then read it. If you write well, "Ming Pao" will accept it. If you don't write well, then get out!" Zhu Yuanzhang said.

Luo Qingping said: "Get out, get out, get out!"

Zhu Yuanzhang was furious, and drew the Xiuchun knife from Mao Yi's waist.