Siheyuan: Banggeng and I are classmates

This morning

Youth Publishing House Editorial Department

After the review editor Yang Chunlai finished his breakfast and poured some hot water, he sat at his desk and started opening emails.

His job is to do preliminary review, which is to select high-quality books from the works sent by mail and then report them to the editor-in-chief.

The editor-in-chief once again selects the best of the best and chooses some of the books with the greatest market potential and educational significance to distribute to editors, reviewers and other personnel.

After everyone has read the book preliminarily, we will hold a meeting to discuss whether the book is worth publishing, the amount of the royalties, and other specific matters.

After completing a set of processes, the editor-in-chief will contact the author to discuss other details.

Of course, all this has little to do with Yang Chunlai. To put it simply, his job is to pan for gold in the sand. There are so many authors from all over the country, and there are dozens or even hundreds of books sent to him every day.

He becomes numb from the daily sifting through of the good. After all, no writer with any fame would send his books to him.

"Li Muhua, he spent money to mail it from a distance of two streets. Is he a fool?" Yang Chunlai looked at the mailing address and shook his head slowly. He wanted to throw the mail back to the cowhide bag.

The country is so huge, and the intellectuals are so diverse. His editing work allowed him to see biodiversity.

Although he already felt contempt in his heart, Yang Chunlai still opened the paper bag. He had to take a look after all. This was his job!

Holding the thick stack of elementary school exercise books in his hand, Yang Chunlai was dumbfounded. No one had ever sent books to a publishing house with exercise books, especially such a thick stack.

"Show the sword!"

Yang Chunlai looked at the two large words sketched in pencil on the cover and read them, feeling that he was holding a joke. What kind of unorthodox author is this?

If you use an elementary school student's exercise book and a pencil to write a book, you are also a talent.

However, holding this thick stack of books, which were the author's hard work after all, Yang Chunlai decided to open it and take a look. The first page also had the words "Draw the Sword" on it, which was smaller than the cover, and below it was the introduction.

"The Anti-Japanese War entered a stalemate phase. In order to destroy the main force of the Eighth Route Army in the Taihang Mountains in North China, the Japanese army sent its elite Yamazaki Battalion in 1941 to break into the heart of the Eighth Route Army's anti-Japanese base in northwest Shanxi - the Shuiyaozi Arsenal. After the battle started, the Japanese army relied on the dangerous position to hold on, and our army suffered heavy casualties. Li Yunlong's independent regiment was ordered to fight..."

After reading the introduction, I feel that the story is very innovative, the theme is profound and educational, and the pencil handwriting can be written with the flavor of European regular script, with each stroke being bold and each word being stunning.

Yang Chunlai put aside his contempt and thought that the author should still have some literary talent, so he couldn't help but continue reading.

He flipped through the pages quickly, finishing the first book in seven or eight minutes. The second book was even faster, taking about five or six minutes. He finished four or five books in a row.

After Yang Chunlai put down his exercise book, he pushed his glasses with his hand and muttered to himself, "Finally, I can finally publish a book!"

A flash of ecstasy flashed across his face, and he continued to read after his face turned red with excitement.

Time passed in the blink of an eye. Yang Chunlai, who could read ten lines at a glance, quickly flipped through the thirty exercise books. After half a morning, he hadn't even touched the other parcels.

After reading it, Yang Chunlai murmured again: "Draw the Sword is good, what a good name, when two meet on a narrow road, the brave will win, we must dare to draw the sword!"

After expressing his feelings, Yang Chunlai stood up and rushed to the editor-in-chief's office holding the thirty exercise books.

"Editor-in-Chief Feng, this is a really good book. It is definitely worth publishing. I just read it from beginning to end. The heroic characters in it are portrayed vividly and movingly..."

After hearing Yang Chunlai's praise, editor-in-chief Feng Shengwen took the "Exercise Book" with some disbelief. This kind of exercise book for elementary school students was indeed too confusing, and the two big words outlined in pencil on the cover looked more like a joke.

After taking a look and putting the exercise book on the table, Feng Shengwen stood up, walked out of the desk, and patted Yang Chunlai on the shoulder.

"Xiao Yang, I know you're under a lot of pressure to review mail. Let's go. I'll treat you to a hot pot at Donglaishun. I'll take a closer look after you come back."

Hearing this, Yang Chunlai looked down at his watch, then said anxiously, "Editor-in-Chief Feng, it's only half past ten now, we can go for the hot pot later."

"Please take a look at this book first. I'll treat you to hot pot later!"

Seeing that Yang Chunlai's expression did not seem fake, Feng Shengwen looked straight at the exercise book on the table, thought for a moment, and nodded in agreement.

"Okay, then I'll take a look at the masterpiece you're praising first. If it's not as good as you say and doesn't meet the minimum requirements of our publishing house, I'll criticize you when we go to have hotpot later."

Yang Chunlai nodded and agreed immediately, saying, "Editor-in-Chief Feng, please read it first. If you don't think it's good, I will accept your criticism unconditionally."

Feng Shengwen nodded and said, "Okay, you go out first. I'll see if this "Drawing Sword" is as weird as you say it is."

Yang Chunlai nodded and left the office, unable to conceal his excitement.

Feng Shengwen returned to the table and sat down, spreading out the exercise book and carefully flipping through it, but his page-turning speed was obviously much slower than Yang Chunlai.

Yang Chunlai returned to his office and sat at the desk without continuing to open the package, but kept glancing towards the editor-in-chief's office.

Time passed minute by minute, and Feng Shengwen still didn't come out to settle the score with him, so Yang Chunlai's face became even happier.

"Stable!"

He clenched his fists and said happily.

The next afternoon.

Li Muhua had been looking forward to news from the publishing house these days, but the book was sent out and it was like a stone sinking into the sea. The only consolation was that it was not returned.

After all, according to the distance between my home and the publishing house, if the editor really returns it, then it would be home.

Li Muhua could only comfort himself that editing and reviewing would take time, and that "Drawing Sword", which he had modified himself, would definitely be published. Its central idea was completely modified by himself for the current situation.

After school, Li Muhua passed by the post office and went in to ask. She was told that there was no mail for her. After leaving the post office, Li Muhua continued walking towards the compound.

As soon as I reached the gate of the compound, I saw Auntie Yang Ruihua standing at the gate looking forward to seeing Li Muhua. She was delighted and turned to shout into the courtyard:

"Editor-in-Chief Feng, Li Muhua is back!"

Li Muhua was stunned. Editor-in-chief? Someone from the publishing house?

Delighted, he rushed into the courtyard.

Only then did he see a middle-aged man in his 50s standing at the door of his house. He was thin and wore glasses. He was wearing a spotless Zhongshan suit and his gray hair was combed neatly. He looked like a senior intellectual.

Yan Bugui was accompanying him, and the other aunties who were watching the fun stood far away by the pool and didn't come forward, like stars surrounding the moon.

Seeing Li Muhua rushing into the courtyard, Yan Bugui pointed and said with a charming smile: "Editor-in-Chief Feng, look, this is Li Muhua from our courtyard. How can he write a book when he is only twelve years old? Did you find the wrong person?"

Feng Shengwen was also confused when he saw Li Muhua entering the courtyard. Although "Drawing Sword" was written in an exercise book, he never thought that the author was actually an elementary school student.

Just now, when he heard Yang Ruihua say that Li Muhua he was looking for was a child, he didn't believe it at all.

How could an elementary school student write about the protagonist Li Yunlong's banditry, emotional drama, brotherhood, national hatred and family feuds?

So now that he saw that Li Muhua was really an elementary school student, he suspiciously wondered if someone else had written for him, or if the author's address was left incorrectly.

But he came to sign a contract, so he smiled and walked forward, stretched out his hand and said warmly: "Hello, I am Feng Shengwen, the editor-in-chief of Youth Publishing House, nice to meet you!"

Facts speak louder than words. As long as he chats with Li Muhua for a few words, he will naturally know who wrote this book.

Li Muhua was not at all intimidated and stretched out his hand and the two shook hands.