dressed as a scholar

"Cough cough!"

The classroom was full of enthusiasm, discussing many matters concerning the submission of manuscripts. Somehow, Mr. Zhang had appeared at the door of the classroom, and everyone with a stern face frightened fell silent.

"Let you guard, but you took the lead in talking."

Fang Yu found Master Zhang standing at the door early in the morning, knowing that his refutation was futile, he simply got up and apologized to Master Zhang.

Master Zhang stared at him for a moment, just when everyone thought Master was about to get angry, he heard him slowly say: "The reward is generous, how can you make it rich?"

Fang Yu raised his eyebrows, twitched the corners of his mouth secretly, and replied respectfully: "All poems are 120 characters a piece. Articles are determined by the number of words. There are multiple grades, [-] characters and [-] characters, and later [-] characters. Two thousand...five hundred characters more, the manuscript fee will increase by forty."

"Shuchazhai will set up voting for the favorite story in the future. If the serialized story has a high popularity and is loved by the public, it can be printed and published, and the contributor's remuneration will also increase due to the popularity."

Master Zhang stroked his beard: "Is it really that good?"

"Students don't dare to tell lies. If it's not so good, students can't afford subsidies out of their own pockets."

"Isn't that more money than someone's copying and writing?"

The students in the classroom are boiling again. For the poor students in the family, it is a good opportunity for the pie from the sky. The cost of studying is high, and the expenses of pen, ink, paper and inkstone often make the poor students miserable. During the holidays, except when the farm is busy, I go back to help the family with farm work. Many scholars in the academy will find jobs to do, helping others to copy and write couplets, and doing bookkeeping. But there are too many people doing it. The income is very meager and unstable.

Now that there are new ways to make money, how can you not be tempted.

Besides, for students from wealthy families, the matter of remuneration is not very attractive to this type of students. It is really nothing to use the remuneration for a tea meal on weekdays. Publishing an article of one's own in a book and periodical that all readers know is enough to brag about for a while. The popularity and the face that can be created for oneself are the most attractive.

As a result, all the students are boiling.

"quiet!"

Master Zhang scolded the students who were stirred up by Fang Yu's words.

"It sounds like a good thing for you to collect manuscripts like this. If you are interested, you can also try to write. It might be a good thing to practice writing other articles." Master Zhang was very considerate: "August I have to go to Fucheng to take the exam. If you can submit manuscripts and save some travel expenses, you will save your family from running around and worrying about the expenses of your exam. Although the autumn harvest has begun in August, there are often students whose harvest is not good at home and they cannot save the exam fees. of."

"In the past two years, the dean was also very troubled by this matter. He couldn't bear to see that you had no travel expenses to catch up with the exam. He bought some rations out of his own pocket and borrowed a lot of money to go out."

"The other thing is to put it further, if you don't pass the exam, it's good to have another skill to earn money."

When everyone heard the words and saw that the Master considered them so much, they couldn't help being moved, and they stood up together and saluted the Master.

"It doesn't have to be like this." Master Zhang said solemnly again: "You can submit manuscripts, but you must not delay the exam due to foreign affairs, and make a small loss."

"Yes."

With Mr. Zhang's consent, the matter spread quickly. Within two days, most of the scholars in the academy knew that Shuchazhai was accepting manuscripts. Students from other classrooms often came to Fang Yu to inquire about the authenticity of the matter. After inquiring about the details of the manuscripts, Fang Yu began to receive manuscripts one after another from the third day of distributing the news. There were classmates in his own classroom, and others asked him to forward them. In short, people sent him manuscripts every day.

At first, the manuscripts were received in the classroom, and then it gradually evolved to hand in the manuscripts when the students met him in the academy, and then they could also receive the manuscripts on the street... The matter escalated so quickly, and the person who sent the manuscripts also changed from Scholar develops into some ordinary people's little brothers and girls.

"Fang Xiucai, this is an article I wrote. I heard that you accepted the manuscript. I wonder if it is true or not?"

One day Fang Yu got off his carriage and ate a bowl of noodles on the side of the street, when a younger brother shyly came up to ask.

As if he was afraid that he would not accept it, the little brother said again: "My cousin is also a student of Hande College, he told me about this matter, so he rashly interrupted."

Fang Yu welcomes contributions from groups like this. The wider the subject matter, the wider the group of guests coming to his shop.

"Of course!" Fang Yu asked Xuezhu to accept the submission, and said very kindly: "As long as you write it yourself, you can submit it, regardless of whether it is male, female or younger. You can go home and publicize it with your friends. If you can't find it I submit the manuscript and have it passed on by acquaintances, or it can be given to the shopkeeper of Shuchazhai."

"That's great. I have three or five friends who have had tea in Shuchazhai and like the books in Shuchazhai very much. Now I would like to submit an article by myself, but I heard that it is only for colleges. I didn't expect the rumors It’s true, now I have your news, so I can tell my friends.”

The little brother was overjoyed when he heard the words, saluted Fang Yu, and then left happily.

"Oh, my noodles are lumpy!" After Fang Yu finished speaking, he was delighted that his manuscript was hopeful, and when he turned his head and saw his noodles, he exclaimed again, and said to Xuezhu: "In the future, we still have to design A place dedicated to receiving manuscripts, always so delayed, I can’t even eat well.”

Xuezhu smiled and said: "My lord might as well go back and complain to my husband, he must feel sorry for my lord, and I have to personally serve you a bowl of shredded chicken noodle soup."

"Tell him about it when you get back." Fang Yu said, "If he orders me noodles, he will reward you with a bowl of noodles."

"The little one can thank the lord first!"

The two masters and servants were talking and laughing here, but they never noticed the two cold gazes from Yipinxiang on the second floor in the distance.

"He openly accepted things from my little brother in the street! He laughed shamelessly, and talked to people so hard, why did He Zhi follow such a person!"

The man was furious and dropped his teacup angrily.

……

He has never read any of these sent manuscripts, and after confirming that the contributors have left information and contact information, he put them away.By the time of the holiday, Fang Yu had already saved up a box of manuscripts.

After the new issue of Wild Vegetable Collection was printed and distributed, he began to select and read the submitted manuscripts.

At night, he and Qiao Hezhi lighted the lamps and read together.

Qiao Hezhi felt that this matter was new and more interesting than writing it by himself. He prepared some fruits to eat and put them in the study room. The two of them sat side by side in front of the desk. From time to time, take another piece of fruit and feed it to Fang Yu's mouth.

The two cuddled together, and the environment for reading the manuscript was comfortable, but the content of the manuscript was quite disappointing.

Fang Yu picked up ten poems, and there were eight or nine poems that were written in earnest, and one of them was about Wing Chun, as if everyone had to write a composition about spring when spring came. Tired of reading Wing Chun poems and Fu, most of these manuscripts were written by scholars in the academy who boasted of their talents.

When he saw such poems and articles, he threw them aside. What he wanted was to entertain the public, not to appreciate them.

Not only is Fang Yu picky, but even Qiao Hezhi finds articles on such subjects boring. Wings and chanting are just those rhetoric. Those who go out and eat wine have already chanted Wing Chun to death at the banquet. Who wants to read it when they come to their book and tea room.

It's just that the article is really brilliant, and these are really too ordinary.

As soon as he threw away most of the manuscripts, Qiao Hezhi finally said after a while: "It can be considered that there is an article here that is not about Wing Chun. Although the handwriting is a bit messy among many manuscripts, it is interesting."

Fang Yu listened to Qiao Hezhi's words, picked up the manuscript, glanced at ten lines, and said pleasantly: "It's about hunting!"

Although the words and sentences in the article are not shabby or elegant, the content is fascinating. The author tells how poor his family was when he was young, and his friends in the village looked down on the author's family. The author had no choice but to worship a childless old hunter As a godfather, I learned the skills of hunting. With the hard work of the author, I finally learned the skills of a hunter. The life at home gradually became better and better. There are also some things about him and my husband, but it is very subtle...

Fang Yu laughed: "It does have the potential to write cool articles."

Qiao Hezhi said: "Perhaps it is Orion's personal experience that makes people feel so substituting. The rhetoric is straightforward and there are many typos, but it should still be usable after correcting the typos."

Fang Yu hugged Qiao Hezhi: "The manuscript is usable, but it should not be written by Orion himself."

"Why?"

"How many families in the village can write. Didn't the opening chapter write about the poverty of Orion's family, and how to have the conditions to study." Fang Yu said: "It should be written by Orion's husband in Orion's tone."

Qiao Hezhi was a little surprised: "Is this all for you to see?"

Fang Yu said: "If you don't believe me, we will go and have a look together when the manuscript is paid. By then, this article will definitely be more liked by brothers and girls."

Finally found an article, both of them were in a good mood, so they continued to browse.

Fang Yu found a few more dishes that introduced and recommended Yuncheng food, some that went out for an outing recently, some that were horse racing, and some that looked like sewing tricks written by a woman, but they were all good.

The manuscripts were exhausted, and there were more than enough articles for the next issue of the journal. Seeing that there were still two articles left in the box, Fang Yu picked them up together: "After several confessions, I asked you to leave your contact information. Who just stuffed it into my place like this?" here."

When he saw the blank cover of the article, he couldn't help complaining first: "Why don't you even write the title!"

Fang Yu read a few lines cursing, and then he was startled, and almost subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover Qiao Hezhi's eyes.

Who the hell voted for the extremely explicit overnight stay in Chunhualou? Could it be that I couldn't find a place to vote for Xiao Huangwen?

Qiao Hezhi read it with Fang Yu, and naturally read the content of the article, and immediately blushed, feeling that his eyes were full of filth. Although he had read the pamphlet before getting married, the writing was quite subtle And seriously, where have I seen the battle of the real Xiao Huangwen, there are more than two people, he suddenly overturned the three views.

His eyes were wide open, and his heart was pounding: "The manuscript is almost finished, I, I will go back to Xiaotongyuan first."

Fang Yu grabbed his hand: "You won't sleep with me today?"

Qiao Hezhi blushed even more, thinking that the two of them were not serious in the same bed now, and said, "I, I want to sleep over there tonight."

Seeing the two people running out suddenly, Fang Yu knew why Qiao Hezhi was running, so he couldn't help scolding the bastard who submitted the manuscript again, so don't leave any psychological shadow on Xiao Qiao.

After thinking about it, he still stood up and decided to enlighten him.