I write novels in the East Palace

Zhou Chengyi waited for another two weeks. He worked hard to finish the script of "Fox Dream", and he wrote all the manuscripts for farming to [-] words. No news has come yet.

He sighed melancholy, the first defeat made him a little depressed, and he couldn't figure it out: How could he be killed?

——Could it be that the modern system of cultivating Tianwen novels does not conform to the aesthetics of the ancients?

This unscientific!The rabbits of our flower planters, shouldn't they have an obsession with farming in their bones!

Zhou Chengyi couldn't figure it out, and finally had no choice but to give up, put all these thoughts behind for the time being, and forcibly shifted his attention to writing the manuscript.

If you kill him, kill him, if you don’t stay here, you have your own place to stay, and if Chang’an Bookstore doesn’t accept him, it’s a big deal to change to another bookstore.

Well, Zhaojialou's "Chang'an Chaobao" can be considered. Zigu has contributed articles to it. It can be imagined that it must be good, but I don't know if it will accept novels.

But in fact... it's just that Chang'an Bookstore is too busy to see the manuscript.

According to the normal review process of Chang'an Bookstore, the short and medium stories are the second review, that is, the first review of editing - the final review of the editor-in-chief, and the third review of long stories, and the final review is the editor-in-chief. After going through it there, basically [-] out of [-] can get approval, and the approval rate of the four major bookstores is the lowest, but the base of manuscripts is large, so the number of books published every year is in the top two.

Zhou Chengyi used Zhi Ge's pseudonym to submit articles, and they were all sent directly to Fu Qian's residence, which was equivalent to taking a shortcut.

The lengthy review process has led to the fact that no one cares about the papers of unknown authors. This is one of them.

The second is:

Fu Qian said that the additional issue was just a matter of lip service and spending money, but it was not only the long-term workers who worked overtime for this. "Dream" and other finished books were published to find time to rework.

In this case, any boss who pays little wages and has a lot of work will have his job smashed, and then he will revolt on the spot with the slogan "Down with the slave owners".

And the sale of this issue of "Chang'an" magazine is just the beginning.

The influence of "Nation of Ladies" is unprecedented, and the calls for additional publications are almost equal to the calls for removal.The wooden box used for submitting manuscripts and writing opinion letters in the bookstore is crowded every day, and manuscripts that cannot be submitted are still piled up on the table.

Spreading out can make the whole department swim in the ocean of letters.

As early as when "Reader's Review" became an independent publication, the responsibility for this wooden box has been assigned to the editors. After all, this is also a submission that can be published.

How difficult it is for editors to find useful ones among so many manuscripts.

Fortunately, soon, Fu Qian referred to Zhao Jialou's advanced system and divided the editors into four groups, each responsible for a magazine. The box was loaded by someone, and the name of the corresponding magazine was written on each box.

Once this rule was promulgated and the tasks were divided, the editorial department of Chang'an Bookstore came to life, and the release of "Fox Dream" would not open the sky.

Luo Yi, who only wanted to be an ordinary editor, was assigned to the "Chang'an Supplement" group as the editor-in-chief because his protest was futile.

Luo Yi led a group of novices, and had to do everything by himself. In his heart, he had insulted Fu Qian many times and regretted it many times, especially when he came in and saw his desk full of manuscripts.

He took a step back silently, wanting to rush out the door immediately.

The passing team leader patted him on the shoulder pityingly, "These are the only manuscripts left before classification."

The implication is that the classified manuscripts have not yet been read.

Luo Yi gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence, "Fu Yulan of Tiansha!"

Resigned to his fate, he stepped forward with heavy steps, and saw the package with the stamp of the post station in a blink of an eye. It was still heavy in his hand. It was indeed a manuscript, "Send the manuscript thousands of miles away, and let me see what it is written in."

When you take it apart, the first thing that catches your eye is the fine brushwork throughout the text. The master wrote it in a hurry, and some words are a little scribbled, but the whole is very neat and orderly, showing a sense of rigor. It can be seen that it has been studied systematically.

They all say that the characters are like the person, and when they met each other, Luo Yi first had a good impression of this person, even though he was quite confused by the word "Changtian" in the name, he looked down patiently.

After a while, there was a sudden shock, and everyone followed the sound, and saw Luo Yi fell to the ground together with his chair.

However, he didn't care about the fall, got up quickly with the manuscript, and ran out excitedly, repeating three words in his mouth:

"—I found it!" Luo Yi arrived before the sound of anyone arriving, and Luo Yi's running shoes were about to fall off.

Fang Guanyan pressed down on the strings, and the beautiful music stopped abruptly.

It was rare for Fu Qian to drink a few ounces of wine, his face was dizzy and red, but his eyes became clearer and clearer, a gust of wind suddenly blew behind him, he turned his eyes slowly, and saw Luo Yi, who was disgusted and drunk, lying on the stone table and taking a nap Pei Jin pushed it away and sat down by himself.

"What's wrong with your face?" Fu Qian noticed a cyan patch on his cheekbone.

Luo Yi belatedly stretched out his hand to touch it, and suddenly gasped in pain, "Hiss, I said it hurts a little—forget it, it's not important, I'll tell you I found it!"

"What did you find?" Fu Qian subconsciously took the manuscript handed over, and looked down a little bit slowly.

Then just after reading two lines, his back slowly straightened up, and even the gesture of holding the manuscript became correct, with a solemn and serious expression.

With a thought in his mind, Fang Guanyan got up and sat down, "Sir, have you published a new manuscript?"

The one who can be honored as Mr. Fang Guanyan has nothing but Zhi Ge.

Luo Yi shook his head, "It's not Mr. Zhi Ge, it's an unknown fourth son. I think it's been two or three days since the manuscript was sent by the post station. It may be quite far away from Beijing, but his article Comparable to Mr. Zhige!"

"Okay! The writing is great!" Although Fu Qianren has sobered up a lot, the smell of alcohol has not completely subsided. When he saw the exciting part, the whole person jumped up, and his movements were big, and he was bluffing.

While talking, Luo Yi handed the manuscript he had finished reading to Fang Guanyan.

Fang Guanyan originally just followed the trend, but the moment he saw the article, his eyes paused.

He carefully scanned several manuscripts from beginning to end, and finally determined from the small details that the master himself probably did not notice that this was indeed an article written by Mr. Zhi Ge himself.

It's just that since the other party deliberately changed a different handwriting and delivered it under a new pseudonym, they must not want others to see through it.

Therefore, he didn't tell other people about this discovery, and only quietly looked down amidst Fu Qian's exclamation from time to time.

Zhou Chengyi didn't know that he had lost his horse again. At this time, in order to relieve his depressed mood, he opened the manuscript money bag that he had neglected for several days, and then... took out a thick stack of bank notes from it.

There are 500 taels, and this is after the big head was taken away by his brother.

"Why are there so many? Could it be that "Fox Dream" is already on the shelves, and this is the final payment?" Zhou Chengyi took out the account to look at it in doubt, and then widened his eyes at the print number of the book on it. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he saw it. The unit is ten thousand.

"Fox Dream" is divided into two volumes, the two volumes are one book, because the ending has not been published, only the first volume will be sold for the time being, and the printing run is [-] copies!

Among them, about 47 copies have been pre-sold, including Chang'an and the two neighboring cities, and there are still [-] copies that are temporarily unowned.

What kind of concept is this? Xiao Guo is now at the peak of national power. Last year, the total population registered by the Ministry of Households was just over 50 million, and the first print was [-]. This will have to be sold in the Year of the Monkey.

Will Fu Qian become a laughing stock of greed, or continue to create miracles?

Let alone other people, Zhou Chengyi began to look forward to it.

Ever since Chang'an stepped into the twelfth lunar month, the heavy snow has seldom stopped. It will be half a month at a time, but even the snow everywhere can't stop the festive excitement of the approaching New Year's Eve.

Zhou Chengyi's wrist is not feeling well lately, probably because he used it too hard last time and pulled out an old injury. At the beginning, he could bear to write and rest, and he could write four to five thousand words a day, but then suddenly it hurt for some reason. intolerable.

He can only put aside his pen for the time being.

The imperial hospital did not know where it got the news and prepared the medicine. Zhou Chengyi asked again and again, and the imperial doctor said, "It's the manager Wang He who is next to your majesty. He reminded me that you suffer from hand problems every winter."

Is there something about Wang He here?Could it be that his cheap father ordered it?

Zhou Chengyi was full of doubts, but the things had already been delivered anyway, so it was useless.

On this day, Zhu Chunfu suddenly came to invite him, and it was His Majesty who had not seen him for a long time.

Zhou Chengyi: "..." Although his cheap father didn't point it out last time, and he had the cheek not to admit it, the sudden transparency of the vest really made him feel bad.

It's like surfing the Internet with a Two-dimensional screen name, and suddenly someone rushes up to recognize relatives: xxx is you, right?

It is simply a scene of social death that makes people want to dig their own grave.

Zhou Chengyi entered the Qianyuan Palace with a steady mind. It was rare for the emperor to have no office work, but to sit cross-legged on the couch in a black dragon-patterned robe, reading a book in a rather leisurely posture with his elbows propped on the coffee table.

——It's just that the name of this idle book is "Fox Dream".

"Here you come? You and I don't need to be so polite between father and son. Sit down." The emperor gestured to the other side that was empty, and turned a page of the book with downcast eyes.

Zhou Chengyi quietly used his peripheral vision to measure the thickness of the pages on both sides of the book, guessing that he should have seen the middle part of the scroll.

The emperor suddenly said, "This is a good book. Although the prime minister praised the first volume, I think the second volume is more interesting. I read some analysis articles, and some said that the two people are one person. Do you think the analysis is correct?"

"..." Zhou Chengyi immediately knew which article the emperor was talking about, but he did not admit it, but said, "I am ashamed, I have never read it."

He withdrew the last words, and did not specifically say whether he hadn't read the book or Zigu's article.

"Really." The emperor's tone was indiscriminate, casually turning the pages of the book as if he had just said something just now, but he asked casually, and before Zhou Chengyi could heave a sigh of relief, he threw another thunder, "I heard you can speak Western languages? Ye Hanlin respects you so much, and feels that you are treated less than I am."

Zhou Chengyi remembered that the first time he went back to the South Study Room to watch Ye Shulang's lecture, he thought it was a fellow from his hometown who really said a sentence in English and answered a sentence in Western Chinese.

"..." This person looks very smart, why is he so honest, and can remember a perfunctory sentence so clearly.

Zhou Chengyi could only say, "My son is just talking nonsense."

"I asked him to tell the missionaries from the West what you said, but he didn't understand, it was indeed nonsense," said the emperor.

Zhou Chengyi was taken aback, "Missionaries from the West? Which country?"

"Great Qin." The emperor answered almost blurtly, and then said after a pause, "However, although the Great Qin was strong, it was as short-lived as the Qin Dynasty. Later, it seemed that several regimes were developed, none of which were as fierce as their predecessors, and they must be divided for a long time. Now Looks like it's broken up again."

Zhou Chengyi couldn't help being a little excited when he heard this.

Great Qin, Ancient Rome!This missionary is probably here to promote Jesus.After the Renaissance, the Western side has developed in all aspects. According to the time deduction, the outside world should be in the era of maritime hegemony.

That is to say, from this time on, there has been a tendency for the West to overtake the East.

Later dynasties changed.

Later, there will be a lot of barbarians in modern history.

Although the repeated sound of the dragon's chant touched people's hearts, Zhou Chengyi only wanted to see the dragon soaring into the sky, not falling into the abyss.

Zhou Chengyi weighed the words in his heart, thinking about how to speak tactfully.

However, the emperor glanced at him and said, "You are very interested in that missionary? Then go."

"Huh...?" That's it?Zhou Chengyi blinked.

The emperor closed the book and put it aside, got up and turned back, and brought Zhou Chengyi to the study, where he saw a very crude map hanging.

Although there were only a few strokes, Zhou Chengyi immediately judged from the familiar outlines that this should be a world map!

"He and I asked several people to draw the complete version of this map, and I heard that he still has some books related to arithmetic in his hand."

"More than that." Zhou Chengyi, a modern person, after realizing the worldline of this era, has a basic understanding of the technology of this era, and subconsciously replied, "He knows more than that."

The emperor stroked the map gently with his hand, and said, "Yes, he must know more than that, and I am very interested."

The missionary had only come to the capital not long ago, and he had stayed in other places in the country of Xiao. It is said that he was shocked by the bustling streets as soon as he stepped into Chang'an, especially when he saw the newsboys selling his books. Surprised by the strong literary atmosphere.

He asked several times about the local official who was ordered to escort him. That official also went out from Chang'an, and he had been to Beijing when he reported his work at the beginning of the year.

What magazine?What newsboy?What debate?What about "Nation of Ladies"?

Oh, he still knows about "Chang'an Chaobao". He often bought it and read it when he was studying in Taixue. As a result, what used to be a small note has become a thin volume, and the news published in it also called him cloudy.

But he couldn't show his ignorance. In the end, he could only pretend to be unfathomable, and said in a modest tone, "Your Majesty is able to govern the country well."

The missionary exclaimed, and all the little officials kept lowering their heads and wiping their sweat.

"This picture was made before he entered the palace. Although it is very rough and simple, it is enough to shake my heart. I look forward to the final complete picture, whether it will form the next Spring and Autumn and Warring States."

From the emperor's calm words, Zhou Chengyi heard his burning ambition.

He knew that what the emperor was most interested in was actually the military aspects of various countries.

When it was getting dark, Zhou Chengyi left Qianyuan Palace, and the emperor returned to the previous couch and read the few remaining pages of "Fox Dream" before asking someone to pass the meal.

Suddenly he heard the sage say, "Wang He, tell me, is Zhen's Yi'er Wang Min or Qi Feng in this book?"

Wang He's hand that lit the lamp trembled, and the tongue of fire scalded his fingertips. He knelt on the ground, twisting his red-hot fingertips, watching his nose, nose, and heart, not daring to ask or answer anything.

The emperor's tone was casual, "You can say whatever you want, I forgive you for your innocence."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness." Wang He bowed before uttering a sentence, "Your Majesty, aren't Wang Min and Qi Feng the same person?"

After a long time, the emperor chuckled, "That's true, but I'm a mediocre person."

Zhou Chengyi, who had already returned to the palace one step ahead, was completely unaware of the follow-up. He was still thinking about how to bring out the knowledge and theories that the missionaries knew.

The next day, Zhou Chengyi met the missionary Ouloye.

Ouloye is a standard southern European appearance, with a high nose bridge, blue eyes and a big beard. He wears a Confucian robe and a Confucian hat when he goes to the countryside, and he speaks fluent Luojing Mandarin—although Xiao Guoding is in Chang'an, the Mandarin continues to Luoyang from the previous dynasty Mandarin, and at the same time promote Chang'an Mandarin.

"Hello, can you tell me the whole story of this book?" Oroye said, taking out the "Chang'an" magazine he bought from the newsboy earlier and flipping through it, pointing to the "Fox Dream" stolen book. The dream scroll said that he was a little distressed, "I was fascinated by it, and I bought the first volume of the book, but only the second volume. This story is very exciting, but I am missing a part. I want to buy it, but the bookstore said It won’t be printed again, oh why? Is it because it’s well written so it’s capricious?”

As he spoke, he uttered a sentence in his hometown dialect, and he looked really depressed.

Suddenly being blown a wave of rainbow farts by a foreign friend, Zhou Chengyi pondered for a while before opening his mouth, "...Of course, I'm honored that you like me. Actually, this volume is being rehearsed for a drama, maybe you can see it if you have the chance."

Ou Luoye didn't know that the original author was standing in front of him, Zhou Chengyi didn't reveal his identity as the prince, and Ou Luoye only thought that he was an official in charge of reception, although he was a bit too young.

He thought the word "honored" seemed a bit strange, but his attention fell to the following sentence, "What is a drama?"

Zhou Chengyi explained it again, and Ou Luoye was looking forward to it, and he wanted to understand Xiao Guo's culture.

"Understanding a country starts with education, what do you think?" Zhou Chengyi first proposed to visit the South Study Room first, and Ou Luoye readily agreed.

Ask Zhou Chengyi why?

Of course, such good things as weekly exams, monthly exams, parent meeting, etc., how could they only be enjoyed by the children of his big flower family.

Of course the whole world should come together.

Speaking of which, although Zhou Chengyi is an indispensable figure in the South Study Room, he has not actually taught the students.

He carried out educational reforms as soon as he came, and slipped away before completing the reforms. He can be called the number one irresponsible leader.Fortunately, the people below are very nice, and there are no mistakes.

When the two arrived at the South Study Room, they were having an outdoor physical education class on the blackboard. Baili Zhui, the deputy commander of the Habayashi Army, wrote down the precautions on the blackboard. wipe.

"What's that?" Oroye was surprised.

"It's our teaching tool." Zhou Chengyi said it as if he didn't say it.

Obviously, the emperor had already greeted him. Not long after the visit, the students coaxed Ouloye to give a lecture.

Oroye came to preach, so he naturally talked about the teachings, but after a short while, he successfully abducted Oroye to talk about his own country.

Sure enough, when people face something weaker than themselves, they will subconsciously let down their guard.

Ou Luoye actually came to his senses later, but Zhou Chengyi couldn't help but have many routines, and he revealed some advanced modern knowledge theories from time to time during the conversation.

After all, Zhou Chengyi is a modern person who has experienced systematic education. Although most of his memories are learned by junior high school students, most of them are at the level of "knowing what is, not knowing why", but for the ancients, it is undoubtedly All very fresh.

Not only did Ouloye listen carefully, but even the accompanying officials couldn't help listening.

But Oroye thought that their education was so advanced that it was normal to have such thoughts.

Of course, if Zhou Chengyi was just an ordinary commoner, if he brought up things that transcended the times, he would probably be regarded as a demon to confuse the public, or he would be insane.

Oroye would definitely not be so patient to listen to these fantasy-like beauties.

Zhou Chengyi finally added, "There will always be an era in the future, when we may meet across thousands of mountains and rivers, letters will arrive in a blink of an eye, carriages will be replaced, and maybe even the sky will become the road under our feet—— And we're used to it."

He couldn't help asking, "Will there really be such a day?"

Zhou Chengyi answered firmly, without any hesitation, "Yes."

Many years later, although Oroye never returned to China, another missionary brought back his memoirs, and Zhou Chengyi, who was honored as "Mr.", officially stepped onto the stage of international history.

He wrote in the article:

[For the rest of my life, I always look forward to living longer, longer, and I want to see the era that Mr. said. 】

[But my husband told me that the predecessors planted trees and the descendants enjoyed the shade. We have done our best, and we may not see it, but one day my descendants will always see it. 】

[So my descendants, have you seen it? 】

I don't know how long it took, but the word "yes" was written under the passage.

On the other hand, Fu Qian has decided to publish "Poor Scholar Farming".

The author has something to say: Fat is not fat! !I'm not great! ! (Proudly pierce the waist.jpg)

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Zhou Chengyi: It is impossible to lose a horse!It is absolutely impossible to fall off the horse!

Fang Guanyan: Yes, you are right. (Help cover the little vest)

感谢在2021-05-1800:23:02~2021-05-1817:47:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Zhizhiberry at large;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 7 bottles of Jiujiu Yong; 63 bottles of Bai;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!