Reborn Cultural Empire

After reading the first volume of "Those Things in the Song Dynasty" for Yang Min, the single mother no longer blames Yang Yi.

She was only a "pseudo-educated youth" who was only halfway through junior high school, and then delayed her studies because of the xx Revolution, and then went to the mountains and countryside to fight against the world, so she is not as confident as her son, who firmly believes that this book called "Things in the Song Dynasty" can into typeface.

She simply felt that the things written by her son were really good-looking, and even she, a middle-aged woman who was not interested in history at all, couldn't put it down.

So for this sake, coupled with Yang Yi's certainty when he talked about the prospect of this book, Yang Min could only give it a try and let his son throw the textbook aside after returning home. .

More than 20 or [-] days passed by in a flash, and Yang Yi never skipped class these days.Every day from the moment he arrived at school, he started rushing to work, kept his head buried in writing and writing until the night was quiet and he could not see a few lights, and the speed of almost [-] words every day finally made him out of "Song Dynasty" on the second day after the high school entrance examination. volume one.

This is already his limit speed. After all, this is a text that reproduces history. Even if it is written in the form of notes and in a joking tone, it is still not careless.Every time there are controversial historical doubts, Yang Yi has to consult countless relevant materials, and then select the most credible statement with the highest degree of recognition and put it in the book, and also record other statements in the explanation column on the current page For reference.

Only then did "Those Things in the Song Dynasty" embody Yang Yi's painstaking efforts come out.

In the night at the end of June, there is no refreshing coolness, and the occasional chirping of insects from outside the window can calm the heat in the heart.Yang Yirou rolled his sore eyeballs, and grinned self-deprecatingly—after copying the book so hard, I'm afraid it's the No. 1 book in history!

Then he took a deep breath and solemnly wrote his name at the end.

The next day, a tougher battle awaited him.

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Waking up in bed early in the morning, taking a lot of change from his mother, Yang Yi embarked on a "journey"—that is, a journey. When he was writing "Song Dynasty", he vaguely had a grand idea about rebirth. The publication of "Song Dynasty" is the first step in this journey of life.

At this time, the first destination is Yuezhou People's Publishing House, which is the largest and oldest publishing house in Yuezhou City. It is a brother unit with the provincial Xinhua Bookstore. If you can negotiate with this publishing house, At that time, sales will be able to save a lot of worry.

As soon as you walk into the publishing house, there is a sense of tranquility that is different from other companies. It is probably influenced by the cultural atmosphere. Even in the old-fashioned reception window similar to a hospital clinic, there are two receptionists, a man and a woman. A sub-gentle taste.

He walked up to him, and after a very polite greeting, Yang Yicai pretended to be shy and asked about submitting without an appointment, but he suffered from the fact that this guy had already passed the thin-skinned age. The helplessness and nausea caused by pretending to be tender!Otherwise, I'm afraid that he can squeeze out two little blushes on his face to misfire people.

This is also done out of helplessness, after all, he is a new kid clamoring to contribute, if he can't win people's sensory favor and sympathy in the first place, I'm afraid he will be too lazy to talk to himself when he hears that he is here to contribute .

Pretend to be tender and simply pretend to the end.

Sure enough, after listening to their own intentions, expressions such as stunned, amused, and suspicious inevitably appeared on the faces of the man and woman, but after seeing the not-so-thick stack of manuscript paper in Yang Yi's hands, At that time, the younger woman hesitated a little, and pointed to an office next to the stairs, telling Yang Yi to wait there.

After thanking him very earnestly, Yang Yi obediently followed the directions and walked towards the reception room, but a voice that was not deliberately lowered came from behind him.

"Xiao Huang, you are serious. Which family's ignorant children come here to make a fuss, and submit a few essays for middle school students, and you follow suit. When Director Li finds out, he will blame you again!"

Yang Yi didn't look back, but he was smiling wryly in his heart. In the end, it's not all because people look at people with colored glasses. With his appearance, if he can publish one or two essays in the composition selection for middle school students, he is considered an outstanding boy. , and even solemnly went to one of the best publishing houses in the province to say that he wanted to submit a manuscript, and it was natural that he would not be welcomed by others!Fortunately, people did not embarrass me face to face.

On the contrary, the receptionist called "Xiao Huang" was really conscientious, and he didn't have the indifferent and perfunctory attitude of the later generations of state-owned units. After replying "Forget it, I'll go and inform you", He came out of the reception window, smiled at Yang Yi who was standing at the door of the reception room, and walked into an office further inside.

After waiting for quite a while, when Yang Yi was feeling bored, the receptionist walked past the door and glanced at Yang Yi curiously, and then a young voice came from outside the door: "Sister Huang, you are waiting for the receptionist." Room is, okay, I'll come."

Then, a tall young man came in.

Yang suddenly stood up and wanted to shake hands, but he was startled: "Hey, Sister Huang said it was a child, which is too young, little brother, have you graduated from junior high school yet?"

Resisting the desire to shrug his shoulders and roll his eyes, Yang Yi nodded and smiled calmly: "Graduated from the third year of junior high school." He extended his right hand again as he spoke.

This composure, which is not commensurate with his age, immediately amazed the young people who came in. The half-grown child in front of him was generous, and he was more stable than himself. Compared with him, On the contrary, he is more like a child.

Stretching out his hand and shaking Yang Yi, there was always a feeling of irony in his heart. The young man smiled wryly and shook his head to signal Yang Yi to sit down, his eyes naturally swept to the stack of manuscript papers in the boy's hand: "Little classmate, are you here... ... Contribution? Not a collection of essays?"

Yang Yi hesitated when he heard the words: "This is really not a composition!"

As he spoke, he pushed the manuscript in front of the young guy.

Not knowing what to say for a while, the young man simply took the manuscript, his eyes casually scanned the first page, but he was thinking about what to say later, so as not to be too upset. The big but not obnoxious boy can't get out of the stage.

Or just guide him how to write, and then politely persuade him to point out the problems in his manuscript?

Starting from hobbies, it must be able to make him listen.

However, when the young man saw Yang Yi describe the strange omen of Zhao Kuangyin's birth, he couldn't help laughing, and then he realized something, raised his head and looked at Yang Yi in surprise, and then immediately buried his head, thinking It's somewhat surprising.

And when he gradually deepened, this young man who had just graduated from university and was still worthy of the title of "Heaven's Chosen One" in 98 immediately discovered the difference in Yang Yi's stack of manuscripts.

Book!nice book!Great book about history!

Do ordinary people want to read books about history?

want to see!

Do you like to watch it?

Most don't like to watch it!

Because of the particularity of historical writing, the works of general historians, their language and their narrative methods are always high-spirited, and the public always regards them as daunting.

What the common people like to hear more is the ancient stories told by old people, storytelling and operas, pictures drawn in comic strips, and stories written in legends of ghosts and monsters. They like the kind of lively history that can be read by ordinary people.

And the stack in my hand is undoubtedly a text that meets this standard.

And the most important thing is that the things described in this pile of manuscripts are not the historical events that are deliberately exaggerated in order to attract people's attention in the unofficial history, or even some things that don't exist at all.The words written by this young man are basically well-founded and reliable.

Some of the allusions, even this young man with a major in the Chinese Department, found it a bit difficult.

Fascinating writing skills, unheard of interpretation mode!The humorous ridicule makes people laugh, and the eulogy of integrity hits the soul of the Chinese people!The combination of countless advantages made this book capture his heart immediately.

Seeing the young man in front of him looking immersed in the joy of reading and unable to extricate himself, Yang Yi vaguely recalled the appearance of himself when he first read "Ming Dynasty" face to face. There were some familiar scenes of Coke, so he coughed lightly and said: " Excuse me, does this manuscript meet your publishing standards?"

Unexpectedly, the young man on the opposite side made two unconscious "hmm" and didn't listen to Yang Yi's words at all. Seeing his appearance, Yang Yi couldn't help feeling a little proud of being recognized, so he tapped his finger on the table. :"Excuse me……"

Before he finished speaking, he was met with a few blank stares. The young man who was immersed in the text was reading something attractive, but was suddenly interrupted by someone. Naturally, he was very upset and raised his head and face Yicai: "What's the matter with you..."

Before he finished speaking, the young guy who suddenly realized what he was doing froze, and then became extremely embarrassed, and smiled embarrassingly: "Sorry, this..."

On the contrary, Yang Yi could understand his mood and approach very well, and he had a great sense of intimacy when he met someone of the same kind, so he quickly smiled and said: "It's okay, it's okay, just ask, what is my manuscript?"

"What's wrong with the manuscript? It's finished!" The young guy looked at Yang Yi with some puzzlement, and suddenly thought that he was bragging about wanting to guide other people's writing, and suddenly his face became a little hot, and he was very glad that he just wanted to write. I just thought about it, but I didn't say it.After sighing in my head for a long time, I finally understood the meaning of Yang Yi's words: "Oh, oh, yes... yes, yes! It's absolutely fine. I'm sure I can ask for this manuscript. I'll show it to our editor-in-chief. You wait Soon!"

Without waiting for Yang Yi to reply, he rushed out the door with the manuscript in his hands again, and the chairs and doors bumped against him along the way made Yang Yi shake his head and be speechless.

……

"Editor-in-Chief, Editor-in-Chief, you need to read this manuscript!" Ge Li Gaoli rushed into his office. The young man is from a place in the south of the Yangtze River where he lives in Huaqiuyue. I have also encountered many good books that have been praised by others, but there has never been one that can capture his heart like this boy's manuscript today.

Seeing that I have reminded myself countless times, this guy from Menggu is still impatient after being taught. Old Master Li, the editor-in-chief of social sciences and novels of Yuezhou People's Publishing House, is funny and angry: "OK All right, all right, what made you so anxious?"

"Didn't Miss Huang in the reception room just say that a boy came to submit a manuscript? Good book, really good book, you have to read it!" Ge Li Gaoli hastily handed over the manuscript paper in his hand, with a serious face: "You look!"

Old Master Li finished the manuscript, and looked at Gregory suspiciously. Although this guy is not the kind of old-fashioned person, his literary level is still not that good. Usually, the manuscripts he handles are not one or two, like today It was the first time I saw such an anxious look.

So he took off the old hua mirror and rubbed his eyes well, put it on again, and carefully looked at the manuscript in his hand.

But before he finished the first page, the old master frowned, and his face was not good. When he finished the first page, the old man's face changed with anger: "Nonsense, what is this?" What a mess, can history be written like this?"

The guy from Menggu, who was fully prepared to hear the praise, was taken aback with a smile on his face, thinking that it would be fine if he didn't get the expected praise, but it was still the result of being disapproved.

"But this manuscript..." Gregory wanted to say something, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by the blushing old man.

"There is nothing but! What is history? History is serious and serious. How can such a glib tone be used in history?" The old man seemed really angry, and took a stack of papers He threw it back into the arms of the young man in Menggu.

Why don't you say that history is still tense and lively!Ge Li Gaoli felt unwilling, but he didn't dare to say such words that added fuel to the fire.

At this time, Yang Yiyi, who had already been stunned by the movement next door, had listened to the conversation in the office, and was disapproving and helpless to the old editor-in-chief inside.I was extremely disappointed for a while, because of this outdated point of view, and also because of the lost publishing opportunity this time.

Just reading my own book makes me angry, and after those nonsense jokes and crooked historical TV dramas are put on the screen, this old man must be pissed off?

But he couldn't get angry, this old man whom he had never met gave Yang Yi a sad sense of respect.

It is because of these pedantic old people that some traditional things can be persisted. However, it is precisely because of their existence that no serious history can resist the torrent of jokes.

But it's me, it seems that I have to find another way.