Rebirth of Rural Literary Life

Chapter 372 "Heroes" that went off track

The story frame of "Heroes" feels grand and epic, and it is especially suitable for team creation, because it is not a story of one person, but a story of a group of people, suitable for group portrait description.

This kind of work is perfect for collective creation, which is why He Ping wants Liu Jun and others to participate.

It’s very mysterious to write poetry. Everyone in literature can write poetry, and so can traffickers and pawns. They can even write even if they know a word, especially new poems.

Some people say that new poems are divided into paragraphs.

In a sense, there is nothing wrong with this statement. Poetry presents images, just as novels present stories.

The difference in literary carriers determines the difference in the content output by the author, and the content received by the reader is also different.But the same thing is that truly excellent works will win the recognition of most people.

The few people in front of me can leave their names in future generations, and their abilities in the field of poetry creation are self-evident.

Relatively speaking, writing poetry in vernacular is more difficult.

Therefore, He Ping has no doubts about the abilities of the few people, and it is best to recruit them.

"In my plan, this novel must be written at least 500 million words, and the content of dozens of volumes. Martial arts are just his skin, history, politics, strategy, family, country and world, we can only pretend to him Inside.

I want to tell those self-styled people that there is no type of literature in this world that is inherently noble, and there is no type of literature that is inherently humble. The important thing is who writes and what is written.

If you say something blunt, the masses love it, but if you don’t like it, who are you? "

He Ping flickered vigorously, his mouth was a little out of control, and he habitually opened his mouth.

"The people like to hear it, but if you don't like it, who are you?"

Several people chewed on He Ping's words, with expressions of admiration on their faces.

"That's right, Mr. He. We are too narrow-minded. Literary creation has never distinguished high and low. When new poems first come out, aren't they also belittled into the dirt? We must not be the people we hate." Liu Jun echoed.

He Ping smiled, "That's right, the boy who slays the dragon is destined to grow up, but he shouldn't become a dragon!"

Several people were shocked again by the golden sentence He Ping uttered.

Luo Yihe praised: "Teacher He's talent is really enviable and jealous, he can say such philosophical words casually, dragon-slaying boy, evil dragon, hehe!"

Several people admired He Ping's quick wit, and their hearts became more determined to follow He Ping.

"Mr. He, we listen to you. You can leave the creation of "Heroes" to us, and we will do our best to make it the best martial arts novel."

At the wine table, I got the three swordsmen of Beijing University, and recruited them to help me write martial arts novels, plus brother Zhenkai.

The "half of the country" of Misty poetry is almost drawn out by myself, and I don't know if those poetry lovers know about it, they will settle accounts with me.

He Ping struck while the iron was hot. After drinking, he returned to the guest house to pick up the outline of "Heroes", and handed it to Liu Jun and others.

"I'll leave things to you guys. I wrote the outline. As long as you don't deviate too much and keep the main line, you can do the rest freely. I won't stay in the capital forever. If you have something to do, you can go directly to Brother Zhenkai. Or just give me a call."

Several people took the outline of the novel solemnly, and said to He Ping solemnly: "Mr. He, don't worry, we will live up to the entrustment and complete the creation of the novel as soon as possible."

He Ping waved his hand: "It's not enough to be impatient to create a novel. It is our goal to calm down and polish the quality."

"Yes!" Several people were taught.

He Ping took out a stack of Da Tuanhe from his bag and handed it to several people, and said to them: "This is a commissioned creation, and there will be a subsidy during the creation period, so it will be calculated as 2 yuan per thousand characters. The four of you will take the money first. Then, if there is not enough, I will remit it to you later, and the manuscript fee will be calculated after the creation is completed. According to the quality of the text, it should not be less than 15 yuan per thousand characters, and the maximum cap will be 30 yuan per thousand characters."

"Mr. He, this is too much. It's not good to take the money before we write anything."

Liu Jun wanted to decline, but He Ping persuaded: "We also said before that the copyright of this creation belongs to me. In fact, you only have the authorship right, so it is normal for you to give a higher price. Don't be burdened, don't worry. Creation. 15 yuan per thousand words is just the minimum standard, I hope you can create novels that cost 30 yuan per thousand words, and I will be happy."

He Ping is not an unscrupulous novel website. He signed the full copyright of others, and he is not even willing to pay the manuscript fee. The price he gave is very high at this stage.

He Ping did not expect that a meal of wine could solve the creative problem of "Heroes", and he was very happy to have such an unexpected harvest before leaving Beijing.

He sent the old captain and Liu Jiaming to the train station. The two had been here for a long time, and the team and family urged them to go back.

"It's a pity that Qi Dongqiang was not sent to prison." Before leaving, the old captain said with a little regret.

Liu Jiaming also looked a little unwilling.

He Ping said: "Okay, now his future is cut off, and his family has also entered, this lesson is enough. After all, he is Xiao Zhu'er's biological father. We are here to vent Jiahui and Xiao Zhuer's anger. It is enough for this sake. If Xiao Zhuer still can't swallow this breath in the future, let's wait until he grows up. I hope Qi Dongqiang can be a good man in the future, and don't let Xiao Zhuer feel ashamed for his biological father all his life."

The old captain nodded heavily, indeed, there are children after all.

I don't know if it was because of what He Ping said just now, or because he was about to leave, Liu Jiaming was so excited that he couldn't control his face.

"He Ping..." he choked up and knelt down with a "plop".

"Brother Jiaming, what are you doing?" He Ping was shocked and hurried to help him.

Liu Jiaming knelt on the ground firmly, he held He Ping's hands, "Listen to me..."

He Ping looked at Liu Jiaming's red eyes, and knelt down helplessly, "I can't bear it, I will also kneel and listen to you."

"Brother is stupid and can't speak. These days, I have been holding back words in my heart and don't know what to say. My sister was bullied to death. It's me, a coward and incompetent brother. I can't give her vent and revenge. If it wasn't You, big brother, will never get over this knot in your heart for the rest of your life.

And Xiao Zhuer, the child is blessed to be with you.You are my Liu Jiaming's benefactor, and I will never repay you in this life. "

After Liu Jiaming said these few words, tears were already streaming down his face.

He kowtowed heavily on the ground, but He Ping insisted on not stopping him.

"Oh, brother Jiaming, what are you doing?"

With Mao Chunhua's help, He Ping finally helped Liu Jiaming up.

The old captain sighed, patted He Ping on the shoulder, and said nothing.

(End of this chapter)