Almighty Fat Goddess

Chapter 236 The writer who eats dirt in summer and snow in winter

"Uh...then you haven't tried to change for so many years..."

"I tried it, why haven't I tried it... Some people can't bear to change careers, some people insist on writing while working part-time, and some..."

Speaking of this, Uncle Duan was a little embarrassed, and it took him a long time to continue.

"There are also some people... who have also tried to give gifts to some magazines, hoping that they will accept the manuscript, but slowly they develop a situation of paying money. If you want to publish an article, you have to give money to them. A piece of 3000 1000 pieces of prose, and more than 1 short films serialized..."

"Then...why did you all come to the Culture and Education Bureau all of a sudden this time?"

When Uncle Duan heard Bai Feng asking this, his face turned even redder, and he rubbed his hands in embarrassment, like a child who made a mistake, coughing dryly.

"Cough...that...actually...this time...all of us heard that the Bureau of Culture and Education was going to recompile the textbooks, so we came here to find connections and see if we could post our works on the textbooks."

"what?"

Bai Feng was immediately dumbfounded, and said to himself that there are not a few people who have the same purpose as him. In other words, these people are all his competitors...

Uncle Duan continued to explain in embarrassment.

"Oh, they are all forced. Everyone wants to be famous now. The only way is to let their works appear in the textbooks, so that all the dolls in the country will know about themselves, and they will become famous. At that time, there will be more people who will ask themselves to write books. Now, the works are selling well, and life will be easier..."

Bai Feng nodded his head nah, talking to himself.

"This... this is the so-called give it a go, let's turn a bicycle into a motorcycle..."

"What? Girl, why are you here? I think you were at the gate of the Culture and Education Bureau just now. Did you know someone there, or...can you help uncle?"

Bai Feng was a little dumbfounded at the moment, and smiled awkwardly.

"Uncle... If you don't hide it from me, I won't hide it from you... Actually... I also want to find a relationship to post my work in the textbook..."

"what?"

Uncle Duan was obviously very irritated, he stood up excitedly, looked at Bai Feng again and again, and shook his head, obviously a bit of literati.

"Girl, are you joking... This... This textbook has very strict requirements on the selected works... It doesn't mean that you can publish any work... Uh... Uncle didn't say that your writing is not good, right , what kind of work are you going to publish, prose or poetry?"

"Poetry, ancient poetry..."

"Ancient...ancient poetry...ancient poetry?!!!"

The uncle stared out his eyeballs, and after a long time, he laughed loudly and opened his mouth.

"Girl, you are joking with me, how can ancient poetry be included in textbooks, hey, you girl, you are talking nonsense..."

"Why can't ancient poetry be included in textbooks?"

"Ancient poetry... Let me tell you this, every time a textbook is compiled, the proportion of ancient poems selected is the smallest. A textbook contains at most 3 to 4 pieces, and they are all classic works of ancient poets. It must be meaningful, such as scenery, patriotism, parting and so on.

In terms of genre and subject matter, ancient poetry is also the most difficult to be selected.And people don't want your poems written by modern people. There are so many literati in ancient times who couldn't choose. How can you choose modern people's poems? This road is too difficult..."

Bai Feng smiled wryly and nodded. She didn't know how difficult this road was, but now she knows... immediately asked again.

"Uncle Duan, what do you all have to do to be selected as textbooks? Just wait like this? I think... it seems that it won't work to find someone, and they won't let you in..."

Uncle Duan nodded with a wry smile, and lit another cheap cigarette.

"Yeah, now those who want to be included in the textbooks are all here to find connections. A few years ago, it wasn't so strict. This year, I don't know why. The news has been released for a while, and it is still so strict. I heard people early. It seems that this group of professors has never been out, and the outside is not allowed to enter..."

"Ah? What should I do then?"

Bai Feng is really in a hurry. She can wait, but the task can't wait. The textbook compiled now must be used by students after the winter vacation. If this opportunity is missed, the next time will have to wait until next summer vacation. The textbook has been revised now , not to mention the summer vacation next year, it is estimated that there will be no revisions within three to five years.

At that time, the task will be due long ago, so why don't you die?

At this moment, the more I thought about it, the more anxious I was, almost crying. I saw Uncle Duan smoking a cigarette, squinting his eyes and sighing thoughtfully.

"Well, if you can't find a relationship, then you can only wait until the day after tomorrow. The Bureau of Astronomy and Education will open the on-site call for papers. But if it doesn't matter, there is not much hope. It is usually just a formality to ease the relationship with us literati. It's just a contradiction..."

"The day after tomorrow? On-site call for papers?"

Uncle Duan nodded.

Bai Feng memorized the specific time, and consulted several old professors at Peking University who had compiled textbooks, and reconfirmed that it was undoubtedly the day after tomorrow.

When I went out, I gave the proprietress 3000 yuan to arrange for the homeless literati under the bridge hole to stay in the hotel, and drove back to school by myself.

In the school dormitory, I checked a lot of information, and I was sure again and again, and then I was a little relieved, sighing secretly, everything depends on the day after tomorrow...

On the second day, in order to be safe, Baifeng stayed in the dormitory for a whole day, transcribed a copy of all the ancient poems that were qualified to submit, and carefully watched and analyzed each copy.

At nine o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow, she drove to the entrance of the Bureau of Culture and Education, and when she saw it, she took a deep breath.

The gate of the Cultural and Educational Bureau was finally opened, but there was a long queue at the door, all of them were staying under the bridge hole, all of them were dressed in rags, and people who didn’t know at first glance thought that the Cultural and Educational Bureau opened a warehouse to release food today Woolen cloth.

Everyone in this group of people seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, holding their own works in their hands and looking forward to it.

Bai Feng couldn't help sighing, feeling sorry for the literati all over the world, everyone is full of expectations, but he doesn't know that this compilation is not an overthrow and a new one, at most it will only include a part and revise it.

She hung at the back of the line, and when she got to the door, she looked at the notice posted at the door, and she thought that sure enough, in addition to announcing the time and place of the call for papers, the notice was more about the requirements and number of the call for papers.

[Four essays, three poems, two explanatory essays...]

Sure enough, there is not even a single piece of ancient poetry, Bai Feng couldn't help but look extremely ugly, but she has entered this school, and she has to fight for everything. At this moment, she can only place her hopes on Fifth Sword, the head of the editorial team, and hope that he will For the sake of a few bottles of fine wine, do yourself a favor...

Soliciting essays was arranged in the large conference room on the third floor of the Bureau of Culture and Education. When Bai Feng went, because she was the last one, she had no seat for a long time. Fortunately, she could barely stand at the back door.

(End of this chapter)