I'm in the Red Mansion

And every word of praise and recognition for them is an inexplicable surprise and a heavy harvest for them.

It turns out that they are not just weak women trapped in the house.

If they are given a platform to realize their ambitions, they can also do something.

Among all the girls, only Tanchun was the most depressed.

Because the other sisters basically received positive praise or recognition.

She is the only one who is mostly belittled.

Because she carefully selected several poems that she thought were satisfactory.

It was simply degraded to the dust by those literati.

"How can such a piece of shitty poetry be published?"

"If poems like this can be published, then so can I!"

"Isn't this poem written by a woman?"

"These poems are quite original, but the scale is a little small."

To be fair, some of Tanchun's poems are indeed a little weak, but not to this extent.

This group of people really showed the contempt among scholars to the fullest.

Jia Cong saw that Tanchun was about to cry.

I couldn't help but comfort her: "Third sister, actually think about it, most of the people who criticize you are great scholars in the capital."

"They are criticizing you from their own perspective, which is enough to show that in their eyes, your poems actually have some merits."

"For my third sister, this is a great honor."

After hearing this, Tanchun felt better.

She was just an ordinary girl in the Jia family. There was no need to be depressed to receive such an evaluation.

Jia Cong said again: "I plan to split the poetry section into two in the next issue, or the one after that."

"One section publishes poems by talented men, and the other section publishes poems by talented women."

"Then Third Sister can publish your poem in the Talented Women section. I'm sure you will be praised by then instead of being denigrated."

In fact, most of the literati who criticized Tanchun could see that those poems were probably written by a woman.

What made them angry was why poems written by women, which were not particularly outstanding, could be published in newspapers, but theirs could not?
But if the poetry section is divided into two, into talented men and talented women, there will be no competition between them, and no one will deliberately belittle her.

After hearing this, Tanchun hesitated for a moment before saying, "Third brother, is this really possible?"

"I am afraid that not only will some people criticize my poetry, but some will also criticize me for being frivolous."

Jia Cong laughed and said, "That's definitely not the case. What you left on it is just a nickname."

"Besides, even if the news gets out, it will only increase your reputation as a talented woman. With my third brother here, what are you afraid of?"

Tanchun hesitated for a while before nodding and saying, "Okay, I'll listen to my third brother."

Jia Cong then said to Lin Daiyu and Xue Baoqin, "You too, if the sections are divided next month, you can also select a few poems to publish."

"There will definitely be no talented women submitting articles for the next issue. Just think of this as doing me and my third sister a favor."

"As for the future, when talented women submit their works, it's up to you whether you want to publish them or not."

Today, because it is the day of promoting the Daxia Monthly Newsletter, Lin Daiyu also came here.

Next month, Lin Daiyu will marry and become Jia Cong's wife and the mistress of Ningguo Mansion.

Now Jia Cong, the future husband, took the initiative to encourage his wife Lin Daiyu and concubine Xue Baoqin to publish poems in newspapers.

This kind of man is truly the ideal match in their minds!
For a moment, all the girls envied Lin Daiyu and Xue Baoqin. Lin Daiyu smiled and said, "Since Third Brother Cong said so, I have no choice but to show off my ugliness! But Sister Qin should not hide her incompetence either."

Xue Baoqin couldn't help but smile and said, "I've been dreaming of this! If I can really get the title of a talented woman, I will be very satisfied! But, Third Brother Cong, don't forget to pay me for my work!"

Jia Cong smiled and said, "Of course this is necessary. How about I give you ten times as much?"

With these words, all the girls started laughing.

Jia Cong said to the other sisters, "If you are interested, you can also select a few poems to be published. I won't force you. It's up to you to do it voluntarily."

In this era, there are still some harsh demands on women.

It is believed that a woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent.

When Lin Daiyu first entered the Jia Mansion, her grandmother asked her what books she had read. Lin Daiyu said she had only read the Four Books and Five Classics.

Lin Daiyu asked Jia's mother what books Tanchun and other sisters read. Jia's mother said, what books are they reading? They just know a few words and don't act like blind people with open eyes.

Next, when Wang Xifeng came, she asked Lin Daiyu what books she had read. Lin Daiyu did not even say that she had read the Four Books and Five Classics, and said that she had never read any books.

It can be seen that at that time, for women to have more education was not a plus point, but a minus point.

Tanchun has her own heroic spirit, so she is not afraid.

Lin Daiyu and Xue Baoqin, one will soon be his wife and the other will soon be his concubine.

Since Jia Cong, their husband, encouraged them, they naturally had nothing to worry about.

But for other sisters, they need to think carefully.

For them, the title of a talented woman can bring both good and bad fortune.

Xue Baochai could not help but say, "Brother Cong, I am not talented enough to begin with, so I don't want to make a fool of myself."

Xue Baochai started to behave herself again.

Jia Cong said with a smile: "Sister Bao is content with her time and behaves according to her duty, which is a great pity for the poetry world."

At this time, Xing Xiuyan mustered up the courage to say, "Brother Cong, I would like to submit a few poems, but I'm afraid my writing is not good enough and I won't be accepted!"

Xing Xiuyan is usually inconspicuous and is just a nobody in the crowd.

Ever since I helped her last time.

When she came back, Tanchun took her from Yingchun and had her live in her own yard.

And since following Tanchun, Xing Xiuyan's life has become much better.

Tanchun is not comparable to Yingchun. None of the maids in her yard dares to target Xing Xiuyun in a sarcastic way.

Now Jia Cong did not expect that Xing Xiuyan, who had always been very calm, could actually muster up the courage to say such words.

Perhaps, this is also to repay the favor of saving her last time?

Although the poems written by Xing Xiuyan are not as good as those written by Tanchun.

But if it is only published among talented women, the level is definitely enough.

Therefore, after hearing Xing Xiuyan's words, Jia Cong said happily: "It is what I wish for, I dare not ask you."

"Sister Xing's poems are excellent. If you can select a few and publish them, it will be a great help to me."

Xing Xiuyan couldn't help but smile when she heard that, "It would be great if I could help Third Brother Shang Cong."

Next, the girls discussed the content of the second issue.

And the women became even more motivated.

Because for them, what they are doing is an unprecedented undertaking. (End of this chapter)