The country is unparalleled, I have achieved hundreds of millions

The reward this time is unknown again, but since nothing happened, Yun Yongan took over the task.

Because this time is the body, not the vest, Yun Yongan plans to choose a well-known writer to carry out a directional transfer of works, so as to avoid too much change in style and lead to new disturbances.

Among Zheng Yuanjie who wrote "Shu Kebeta" and "Pipilu Story", and Yang Hongying who wrote "Laughing Cat Diary" and "Naughty Horse and Little Jump", Yun Yongan hesitated a little, and finally chose the more delicate writing Yang Hongying.

After copying and pasting, after sending out the first volume of "The Naughty Horse Xiaotiao", Yun Yongan sat in front of the window, the breeze was blowing, the early spring was warm, the beautiful woman was by his side, and the volume was with him.

Yun Yongan flipped through "The Naughty Horse Xiaotiao", and his thoughts couldn't help but return to his childhood.

At the same time, in the Great Sage Division of the Fairy Tale Contest, the editor-in-chief Chu Jiangliu was frantically calling to request drafts, and a large number of blisters had already appeared on the corners of his mouth.

"Ding dong!"

The mailbox suddenly rang, Chu Jiangliu opened the mailbox like a flutter, and there was an email lying quietly in it, this email was sent by Yun Yongan.

"Don't refuse, don't refuse!"

Chu Jiangliu prayed frantically. After calling Yun Yongan, he called many people. Most of them politely refused on the spot. A small number of people said they could think about it, but in the end there was no news.

Chu Jiangliu could understand their decision. Literati always cherish feathers. Fairy tales are not very popular in Daxian, especially western-style fairy tales, which are even rarer in Daxian.

The history of Daxian is too profound, and bedtime stories do not need special fairy tales, it is completely enough to tell the history of those ancestors and those myths and legends.

Without the soil of fairy tales, how can there be fruits of fairy tales?

With a feeling of apprehension, Chu Jiangliu clicked on the email, and the first word made his heart beat half a beat slower.

"Sorry, I don't know if it's a fairy tale or not. This is the childhood I was looking forward to. I wrote it out. Can you take a look?"

Below the text, is an attachment.

After clicking on it, a story titled "The Naughty Horse Xiaotiao" slowly unfolded in front of Chu Jiangliu.

From apprehension, to obsession, to reminiscence, only one article, thousands of words are needed.

From editor-in-chief to editor-in-chief, it only took one day. Yun Yongan's novel had already been circulated in the editorial department, and everyone gave it a very high evaluation.

In the morning of the next day, the Fairy Tale Contest Daxian Division began to promote activities.

Yun Yong'an's work was pushed up as a headline, and the first fairy tale work of Yong'an talent became a promotional slogan.

The rest of the Daxian Empire were very surprised when they heard the news.

"Yong'an talent can still write fairy tales? It's a pity, I don't have children, otherwise I must buy a book and read."

"Fairy tales? What kind of subject is this? A new genre of fiction?"

Soon there were professionals who, from a professional perspective, read out the definition of fairy tales in professional papers.

"Fairy tales refer to novels written in the form of fairy tales, suitable for children's cognitive level and psychological state, so that they can be accepted, read and appreciated by children."

"It turned out to be like this. It is suitable for children to accept. For ordinary people, I have grown up and can't support it."

No matter what the public thinks, after only three days, Yun Yongan's "Naughty Horse Jump" has passed the competition's exclusive green channel and completed the approval.

They are neatly placed on the most obvious shelves of major bookstores.

With such a large shelf, of course, Yun Yongan's works are not the only ones. The Daxian Empire lacks novels dedicated to fairy tales, but there is no shortage in Western countries.

They translated their works into Chinese and went directly to the Daxian Empire competition area to compete.

If they succeed in the end, they will slap Daxian Empire in the face severely.

It’s like some countries have successfully entered the table tennis finals by inviting foreign aid from great talents. After successfully winning the silver medal, instead of winning honors, they will be scolded bloody by the people of their own countries.

For this reason, many literary masters of the Daxian Empire also resolutely participated in this competition.

It's not terrible to lose, what's terrible is that you don't even have the guts to fight.

However, the style is different, after all, you need to get used to it first. In the first match, Yun Yong'an can only monopolize it, and the coalition forces of the western countries.

For this point, Yun Yongan is full of confidence.

A mother with her child came to the bookstore and took away the new works of the two masters of fairy tales, Sakura Country and Rose Country. From the corner of her eyes, she glanced at Yun Yongan's work. She didn't know the word "naughty bag" She liked it very much, but thinking of the talents that Yun Yongan had shown, she hesitated and bought it back.

At nine o'clock in the evening, it was time to go to bed. After the mother checked her homework, she yelled at her youngest son who was watching cartoons in the living room.

"Xiaomi, it's time, it's time to go to bed!"

"Woo!" Xiaomi snorted dissatisfiedly, "Mommy, I haven't watched it for 5 minutes, I want to watch it for a while!"

"Xiaomi," my mother raised the volume, "from 10:[-] to [-]:[-], you have watched it for [-] minutes, today's cartoon time is over, watching it any longer is not good for your eyes, wash your face and go to sleep."

Xiaomi didn't dare to resist, so she could only let her mother turn off the TV, and was taken to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth.

On the bed, Xiaomi, who just entered the first grade, was not sleepy at all. Seeing that her mother was about to turn off the light and leave, she quickly grabbed her mother's sleeve.

"Mommy, I want to hear a story..."

"Good good!"

My mother took out the fairy tales by Czechov, a master of literature in the Rose Country, that she had just bought, and read them softly.

"Once upon a time, there was a little princess who was very beautiful. She had an older brother and a younger sister. The little princess liked flowers very much. She would go to the garden to take care of her roses every day..."

Mom told it very gently, but Xiaomi didn't like this story at all. He had never seen the princess, and he didn't like the life of the princess, and he didn't like those complicated etiquettes.

"No! I don't want to hear this story. I don't like little princesses. I don't like roses. I want to go out and play too. I don't want to do my homework!"

Xiaomi danced and danced, making a fuss restlessly!
My mother had no choice but to put down Czechov's work and replace it with Murashita Fuyuki's work from Sakura Country.

"Once upon a time, there was a ghost. This ghost was turned into by a restless child. If a child is misbehaving, if he goes to play by the river, he will be killed by the water ghost..."

Just after reading the beginning, my mother realized something was wrong. After a quick look, she found that it was actually a ghost story.

If this kind of article talks too much, it will turn the child into a waste who dare not do anything and is timid.

The voice of the storytelling stopped, and Xiaomi started making trouble again, so my mother could only turn her attention to the last book, Yun Yongan's fairy tale.