With the Confucian journal also issuing a paid call for papers, the wave of patent law has been pushed to a climax. One by one, the literati immediately geared up and prepared to stretch their hands, but the Confucian periodicals offered the same conditions as the ink periodicals, and these manuscript fees were not a small amount for scholars from poor families.

All of a sudden, an envelope containing the manuscript flew like snowflakes towards the Confucian journal. Every literati brought out their own proud works, after all, this is a good opportunity to make a name for themselves and gain a fortune.

In the ink magazine, Tian Yu looked at the mountains of manuscripts in front of him tiredly, shook his head and said in disappointment: "There are so many poetry manuscripts, none of which are of great use. ”

Mo San on the side said with a wry smile: "Tian Lao, it's all because Confucian magazines follow the trend, everyone in the world has submitted manuscripts to Confucian journals, and those who submit poems to ink magazines are poetry lovers who have not been admitted to the children's examination!" ”

The Mo family opened such a heavy bargaining chip, and it was not that no one came to contribute, most of them were small merchants and hawkers who had gone to school, and there were people from other hundreds of schools, compared to the literati who had been immersed in poetry for many years, the poems written were simply unsightly.

"In my opinion, although this bookkeeper does not have a degree, the poems he writes are also unique, which can be used!" Mo San had to pick a general from the short man and find one who could take out his hand.

Tian Yu glanced at it and said helplessly: "It's just a middle and lower work!" If you compare it with the Confucian Psalms, you will definitely laugh out of your big teeth! ”

Although Tian Yu did not read Confucian magazines, he also knew that Confucian magazines would definitely have countless high-quality poems for him to choose from, and the poems written by this bookkeeper would fall into disadvantage if they were not compared.

Mo San said helplessly when he heard this: "Until now, there is only a thousand dollars to buy horse bones!" ”

Although the ink journal did not solicit good articles, it was a great victory to force the Confucian journal to follow the paid solicitation and increase the value of copyright, and it was worth the money.

However, Tian Yu was unwilling to give up, as soon as he took over the Confucian periodicals, he deeply liked this job, he was able to grasp the current affairs, how comfortable it was to have the ambition in his heart, he had to do his best, even if it was the most secluded poetry column.

"In my opinion, we are the authorities who are obsessed with bystanders, and the ink magazine has the most talented poets, why should we ask others!" Tian Yu's heart moved, and he stroked his beard and said.

"The most talented poet!" Mo San was stunned for a moment, and suddenly said, "Tian Lao is talking about the young master!" ”

Tian Yu snorted coldly and said: "That's natural, if you want to talk about the poets of the world, there are a few people who can surpass Moton, if you go to Mofu to ask for a poem, you will definitely be able to compare with Confucianism." ”

"That's not good! We solicit manuscripts from outside, if we only use the young master's poems, I'm afraid that people will gossip! "If the ink magazine sends the manuscript fee of the poem to Merton, no matter how you look at it, there is a suspicion that the fertilizer water will not flow into the fields of outsiders.

Tian Yu waved his hand and said: "This is easy to do, then hire two articles at the same time, Merton's poems are counted according to one word and a thousand words, and the poems in this account room are counted according to a thousand words and hundreds of words, and they are regarded as buying horse bones for a thousand catties." ”

Mo San nodded helplessly, for the sake of today, there is only that.

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"What, let me write poetry!" In the Mo Mansion, Mo Dun looked at the uninvited Mo Sandao with a surprised expression.

Mo San nodded and said, "Young Master, now only if you go out in person and write a peerless poem, can you redeem the decline of the ink magazine!" ”

Morton suddenly smiled angrily and said, "You think the peerless poem is a big cabbage, grab a handful!" ”

Mo San was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but feel ashamed in his heart, in the end, he was still incompetent, and he even came to embarrass the young master.

"What's wrong?" Princess Changle happened to come over and asked curiously.

"It's Mosan Meng Lang, and I want to ask the young master to write a poem for Mokan." Mo San said ashamedly.

"Writing poetry? The concubine hasn't seen Xianggong compose poems for a long time! Seeing this, Princess Changle said coquettishly.

Merton immediately raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand, and scolded Fang Xuan: "What's so difficult about this? Lady wait, for the husband will give you a poem. ”

Princess Changle cheered at the moment, like a fan, and hurriedly took out paper and pen from the room.

In the expectant eyes of Princess Changle, Merton was full of pride, picked up the pen and waved it in one breath.

Mo San suddenly seemed to be messy in the wind, this is what the young master said about embarrassment?

Princess Changle ignored Mo San who was in a daze, and couldn't wait to grab the rice paper and read it.

"Ten miles of Pinghu frost in the sky, inch by inch of green silk sorrowful Chinese years, looking at each other in the shape of the moon, only envy the mandarin ducks and not the immortals."

Princess Changle readers, readers, can't help but be stupid, just from the words between the lines, she can experience the innocent love in this poem.

"Look at each other for the moon-shaped, only envy the mandarin ducks and not the immortals!" Mo San couldn't help but be overjoyed when he listened to the poems, although he didn't understand the poems, he could also hear that the young master's poem was much better than the poem in the book.

"Xianggong, I don't know what the name of this poem is?" Princess Changle saw that Merton had only written four lines of poetry, but he did not have the name of the poem.

Merton thought about it and solemnly wrote down four words, "A Chinese Ghost Story".

"A Chinese Ghost Story?" Princess Changle said in surprise.

Merton nodded and said: "This is a very poignant love story, in the previous dynasty, there was a debt collector named Ning Caichen, once he was on the way to collect debts, and stayed overnight in a desolate temple Lanruo Temple ......................... ”

As Merton narrates, a poignant love story slowly unfolds.

Mo San trembled excitedly, he really came to the right place today, he didn't expect that he not only harvested such classic poems, but also serialized in ink magazines, he believed that this "A Chinese Ghost Story" would definitely not be inferior to the sensation generated by Liang Zhu before.

In the ink magazine, it seems that it is about to be finalized in the latest issue of the ink magazine, but Mo San, who went to the ink house to ask for poetry, still has not returned.

"Editor-in-chief! Is it finalized? An ink editor came to urge.

Tian Yu shook his head and said, "Don't panic, I'm waiting!" ”

This issue is the first issue of the paid call for papers, and the ink journal is sure to be an instant hit, as long as you can ask for Merton's poems, even if it is worth the delay.

After a long time, just when Tian Yu was about to wait, Mo San hurried back to the ink magazine.

"But I asked for Merton's Psalms!" Tian Yu's eyes lit up.

Mo San nodded excitedly, reached out and took out a poem manuscript from his arms and handed it to Tian Yu.

"A Chinese Ghost Story!"

Tian Yu took a look at it, and couldn't help frowning, he is an old-fashioned and stubborn person, where do you like these poems of love and love, according to his original plan, if he can ask for Mo Jiazi's impassioned poems, it will be the most perfect.

But this is no longer the time for him to be picky, and Merton's love poems are also good, so he reads them patiently at the moment.

"Ten miles of flat lake frost full of .............................."

Tian Yu read softly, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly, although this poem is much better than the Psalms in the Ledger, but compared with Merton's previous Psalms, it is a lot worse.

"Okay, let's make do with it!" Tian Yu was slightly disappointed, the instant hit he was looking forward to would definitely be greatly reduced, maybe it couldn't be compared to the Confucian periodicals.

Mo San on the side didn't know Tian Yu's psychology, and immediately sold Guan Zi and said: "Tian Lao, don't worry, this poem alone may not be nothing, but if you add this article, you will definitely be able to make this poem famous for centuries!" ”

Mo San said, took out another thick manuscript from his arms, and handed it to Tian Yu.

Tian Yu took the manuscript, looked at it again, and couldn't help shrinking his eyes, only to see the same four big characters written on the title page of the manuscript.

"A Chinese Ghost Story"

"This is ............," Tian Yu said in disbelief.

Mo San nodded and said: "Yes, this is the same name as this poem, a book that is not inferior to "Liang Zhu". ”