After putting the manuscript in his hand on the table, Govin took a deep breath, from this he felt the unique breath from the Loess Plateau, Govin subconsciously turned to the envelope, he guessed that this must be the contribution of the writer who has been famous for a long time, and the address of the envelope seemed to confirm his guess - Jia Bing of the editorial department of "Huangyuan Literature and Art".

Seeing this name, Ge Wen smiled, Jia Bing is a famous poet in Huangyuan, and he is also the editor-in-chief of "Huangyuan Literature and Art", and has published some more famous poems, when will he be able to write such a level? It seems that Editor-in-Chief Jia has made a lot of progress during this time, and Govin secretly admires it.

But after taking another look, the words on the back of the envelope made him scratch his head, and there were four words "Zhuan Sun Shaoping" behind Jia Bing's name, at this time it was very common for people to hand over the reply, and Govin was slightly surprised when he saw that it was not Jia Bing himself, but it was not too unusual.

That's right, I just said when did Editor-in-Chief Jia start writing, it turned out to be to help others submit, but the name Sun Shaoping Gewen felt extremely unfamiliar, he racked his brains and thought about it, and went through all the names of Huangyuan authors he had heard, but he never found any memory of Sun Shaoping.

Ge Wen stretched his neck and asked the old editor opposite, "Brother Zhang, do you remember that Huang Yuan is the author named Sun Shaoping?" Oh, or Shaanxi Province, too. It is also possible that the author from other parts of Shaanxi went to Huangyuan to collect style, and then wrote this submission, and asked Jia Bing to help collect the letter on his behalf.

Many writers are uncertain when they go out to collect news, and it is not uncommon for them to live in this village one week and run elsewhere the next week, so it is inconvenient to leave their own addresses and ask local colleagues to help them receive letters.

"Sun Shaoping? Not impressed? Why do you suddenly ask about this? The old editor Zhang Jianguo thought about it and said, he had never heard of this name.

Ge Wen handed over the manuscript, "Brother Zhang, the submission I just received is quite high, I thought it was a new work by that old writer, why don't you help take a look?" He only has the qualifications for the first review, but Zhang Jianguo can directly hand the manuscript to the editor-in-chief Ba Jin, and he can pass this hurdle, as long as Ba Jin does not object, this article will basically be published.

Gewen's behavior is a bit out of order, generally speaking, after reading a batch of submissions, and then handing over all the manuscripts that have passed the review to him for review, but occasionally encountering very good manuscripts, it is not impossible to make an exception, Zhang Jianguo took the manuscript and read it carefully, and this look is fascinating.

After a long time, he raised his head, "Xiao Ge, you have made great progress during this time, this is indeed a rare masterpiece, the people of northern Shaanxi who live under the nourishment of the Yellow River and the yellow earth, the farmers who have lived in small mountain villages for generations, with their folk songs, waist drums, window flowers, embroidery, and countless legends, tell the poetry of the rise and fall of the nation, and give the people pain and happiness mixed into poetry, the culture of the yellow earth gives people a deep shock, and this description and reflection of this culture is indeed worthy of our deep thought. ”

"Then, Brother Zhang, can this article be published?" Sometimes the idea of the editor and the author is the same, the author has a good story to share with the readers, and the editor selects the real good stories and good articles from the sand to show the readers, and the sense of accomplishment is no less than that of the creators of these articles when they see an article selected by themselves published.

"From my point of view, it's definitely not a problem, but whether it can be published or not depends on the editor-in-chief." Zhang Jianguo put the manuscript in the folder on the right-hand side, which is where he stored the manuscripts that passed the review.

"You see you've received so much, why don't you take it to the editor-in-chief first?" Govin couldn't wait that long, he couldn't wait for the news of the passage right away.

"According to the regulations, I won't deliver the manuscript to the editor-in-chief until tomorrow, don't be anxious, and good articles won't be buried at any time." Zhang Jianguo comforted.

Gewen scratched his heart and lungs, and finally survived until the next day, and as soon as he went to work, he began to urge Zhang Jianguo to submit it for review, he had just taken over the review work, and he had not yet been able to select the articles that could be published.

Zhang Jianguo is also a person who came from this stage, he understands Gowen's thoughts very well, and besides, the "Yellow Earth" is really good, so he smiled and entered Ba Jin's office with the manuscript.

As soon as he came out, Gowen hurriedly asked, "Brother Zhang, how is it?" What did the editor-in-chief say about this? ”

"You, you're too anxious, the editor-in-chief is so old, and he reads the manuscript carefully, so can there be results so quickly?" Zhang Jianguo said that Ba Jin is 76 years old this year, and his energy naturally cannot be compared with that of young people.

"What? You still don't believe in the editor-in-chief's vision? Is it really good that the editor-in-chief of the article can read it wrong? Seeing that Gowen seemed to want to say, Zhang Jianguo pretended to blame.

"Hehe, I'm not excited." Govin scratched his head, sat down embarrassedly, and began to review the manuscript with the irritability in his heart.

In the afternoon, the door of the editor-in-chief's room opened, beckoning Zhang Jianguo and Ge Wen to enter, and Ge Wen's heart suddenly hung up, is this a good thing or a bad thing?

"Xiao Ge, how is it? Can you still adapt to the new job? Barkin asked with concern, he was very optimistic about the young man Gowen.

"Yes, with Brother Zhang and so many people helping me, I am studying hard." In front of the only remaining people in the country, Govin did not dare to speak loudly, not because he was afraid, but because he respected the old man.

"You can see that you learn very hard and quickly." The old man picked up the top manuscript, "Being able to find such high-quality work so quickly means that you are suitable for the job." ”

"Editor-in-chief, do you mean this manuscript is over?" Gowen's heart suddenly hung in the air.

"Although there is still a little immaturity in the writing, the overall structure and narrative method of the article are very good, especially the description of the folk customs of the Loess Plateau, which makes people feel like they are there, and it is indeed a good article!" The old man praised, not waiting for Govin to be happy, but then changed his words, "It's not ......"

"But what? Is there anything that needs to be changed? I'll write back right away and ask him to change it as you ask. Gowen's heart hung again.

"That's not it, although there are still some small problems, but the publication standards are enough, but the next issue of the article is full, and there is no way to publish it for the time being, so it is estimated that it can only be moved to the next issue." The old man said with a smile.

Can I publish? Gewen's heart blossomed, and he couldn't wait to go back and write a reply immediately, and the old man also smiled, whether it was Sun Shaoping, the author of this article, or Gewen, they were both good young people, and there was nothing happier for him to see that young talents were constantly emerging.