Mohist Tang

After the Confucian Journal also published In Literature there is, the wave of patent law was pushed to a climax. Every literati immediately geared up, preparing to stretch out their hands. The Confucian Journal offered the same conditions as Mohist Periodical. These manuscript fees are not a small sum for scholars from poor families.

All of a sudden, an envelope encapsulating the manuscript flew to the Confucian journals like snowflakes. Every literati took out his proud work, after all, this is a good opportunity to become famous and profitable.

In the Mohist Periodical, Tian Mou looked tiredly at the pile of manuscripts in front of him, shaking his head and disappointed: “There are so many poems that are not worthy of use.”

Mo Sanyi on the side said with a bitter smile: “Tian Lao, all blame Confucian journals for following the trend. People in Tianxia have submitted their manuscripts to Confucian journals. Those who submit their poems to Mohist Periodical are all poems hobby who have not been admitted to the children’s students! “

Mohist Family has made such a heavy bargaining chip, and it is not that no one has come to submit articles. Most of them are small business vendors who have gone to school, and there are other Hundred Schools of Thought people. Compared with immersion For literati who have been in poetry for many years, the poems they write are simply unbearable to look at.

“In my opinion, although Mr. Accountant does not have a degree, the poems he writes are also unique and can be used!” Mo San had to pick a general from the short man and find one that could be used. By hand.

Tian Mou took a look and helplessly said: “It’s just a middle-lower work that’s all! If you compare it with the Confucian poems, you will definitely be laughed off!”

Tian Although Mou did not read Confucian journals, he also knew that Confucian journals would certainly have countless top poems for him to choose from. The poems written by this Mr. Accountant would not be compared.

Mohist Periodical is hearing this helplessly said: “To this day, there are only money to buy horse bones!”

Although Mohist Periodical did not call for good articles, it can force Confucian journals Following the paid solicitation to increase the value of copyright is a great victory, and this little money is also worth it.

However, Tian Mou is unwilling to give up. As soon as he took over the Confucian journals, he liked this job deeply. It is so satisfying to be able to keep up with current affairs, and how comfortable his ambitions are. We must do our best, even the most remote poetry column.

“In my opinion, I am waiting for The person on the spot is baffled, the onlooker sees clear, Mohist Periodical has the most talented poet, why ask others!” Tian Mou’s heart moved, stroking Road with beard.

“The most talented poet!” Mo Sanyi was stunned, and suddenly said: “Tian Mou said Young Master!”

Tian Mou coldly snorted and said: “That is Naturally, in terms of current poets, there are a few others who can surpass Mo Dun. If you go to Mohist Residence and ask for a poem, you will definitely be able to compare Confucian journals.”

“That’s not good! We ask If you only use Young Masters poems, Im afraid that people will gossip! If Mohist Periodical sends the poem fee to Mo Dun, you dont let one’s own fertile water flow into others’ field. Suspect.

Tian Mou waved his big hand: “This is easy to handle, so use two at the same time. Mo Dun’s poems are counted as a thousand words, and the accountant’s poems are counted as a thousand words and hundreds of words. Even if it is a thousand catties to buy horse bones.”

Mo San’s helpless nodded, for the current plan, there is only this.

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“What, let me write poetry!” In Mohist Residence, Mo Dun looked astonished and looked at turning up without being invited Mo Sandao.

Mo San nodded and said: “Young Master, now only if you go out and write a peerless poem, can you restore the decline of Mohist Periodical!”

Mo Dun was anxious and said with a smile: “You think Peerless Poems are Dabai dishes, plentiful and easily available!”

Mo San suddenly felt ashamed, but he was still incompetent and embarrassed Young Master.

“What’s wrong?” Princess Changle happened to come over and curiously asked.

“It’s Mo Sanmeng Lang, I want to ask Young Master to write a poem for Mohist Periodical.” Mo San said ashamed.

“Writing poems? My concubine hasn’t seen Lord Husband write poems for a long time!” Princess Changle said spoiledly.

Mo Dun immediately eyebrow raised, raised his hand, and waved Fang Qiu and said: “What difficulty is there? Lady wait a moment, I will write a poem for you for your husband.”

Princess Changle, cheering now, like a fan, quickly took out paper and pen from the room.

In the eyes of Princess Changle’s expectation, Mo Dun was very proud of the moment, picking up the pen and swiping it in one breath.

Mo San suddenly felt like a mess in the wind. Is this what Young Master said?

Princess Changle ignored Mo San who was in a daze. The impatient grabbed the rice paper and read it.

“10 li Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of green silk is sorrowful. Looking at each other in the moon shape, I only envy mandarin ducks and not immortals.”

Princess Changle readers, readers, cant help. She’s crazy, she can feel the pure love in this poem just from the lines.

“Look at each other in the moon shape, only the mandarin ducks but not the immortals!” Mo San listened to the poems, and was overjoyed. Although he did not understand the poems, he could still hear it. This song by Young Master The poem is much better than the accountant’s poem.

“Lord Husband, I don’t know what is the name of this poem?” Princess Changle saw that Mo Dun only wrote four lines of poem, but did not have the name of the poem.

Mo Dun thought for a while, and solemnly wrote four words, “A Chinese Ghost Story.”

“A Chinese Ghost Story?” Princess Changle astonished said.

Mo Dun nodded said: “This is a very beautiful love story. In the previous years, there was a book collector named Ning Caichen. Once he was on the way to collect the accounts and stayed overnight in a desolate Orchid Temple _______.”

As Mo Dun said, a beautiful love story slowly unfolded.

Mo San trembled with excitement. He really came to the right today. He didnt expect that he not only harvested such classic poems, but also the novels serialized by Mohist Periodical. He believes this “A “Chinese Ghost Story” is certainly not inferior to the sensation caused by Liang Zhu before.

Among Mohist Periodical, the latest issue of Mohist Periodical is about to be finalized, but Mo San, who went to Mohist Residence to ask for poems, still has not returned.

“Editor-in-Chief! Can the version be finalized!” A Mohist Periodical Editor came to urge.

Tian Mou shook his head and said: “Dont panic, wait!”

This issue is the first issue of paid submissions, and Mohist Periodical is definitely going to be a hit. As long as you can get Mo Dun’s poems, even the delay is worth it.

A long time later, just when Tian Mou was about to wait, Mo San hurried back to Mohist Periodical.

“But I asked for a poem by Mo Dun!” Tian Mou eyes shined.

Mo Sany was nodded with excitement, stretched out his hand and took out a poem from his arms and handed it to Tian Mou.

“A Chinese Ghost Story!”

Tian Mou took a look. He could not help being frowned. He is a staid and stubborn person. Where do you like these love poems, follow him The original plan, if I could ask for Mohist Family Son’s impassioned frontier poems, it would be perfect.

But this is not the time for him to be picky. Mo Dun’s love poems are equally good, and he read it patiently now.

“10 li Pinghu frosty sky……………………”

Tian Mou read it softly, and couldn’t help shaking his head slightly. Although this poem is better than Accountant’s poem Much better, but compared with Mo Dun’s previous poems, it’s a lot worse.

“Never mind, let’s make do with it!” Tian Mou was a little disappointed. The success he had hoped for would be greatly reduced, perhaps even better than Confucian journals.

Mo San on the side doesnt know Tian Mous psychology. He is selling Guan Zi and said: “Tian Lao is not anxious, this poem alone may not be a big deal, but if you add this article, you can Poetry will last forever!”

Mo San said, took out a thick manuscript from his arms and handed it to Tian Mou.

Tian Mou took the manuscript and looked at it again. He couldn’t help but wince, and saw the same four characters on the title page of the manuscript.

“”A Chinese Ghost Story””

“This is…” Tian Mou couldn’t believe it.

Mo San heavily nodded said: “Yes, this is the novel with the same name as this poem, a novel not inferior to “Blessings of Love”.”