For two hours, no one interrupted her, no one sneaked out, and of course, the classroom was full, and the main thing was that she couldn't get out......

Overall, three weeks at the school, a total of 21 days, she was the first successful step in completing the plan.

After class, she took a shower and ate in the dormitory, originally she was planning to go to the fifth sword to talk about the selection of ancient poems into primary and middle school Chinese textbooks, who knew that the phone could not get through, but there was no one at home, and after a long time, in the academic affairs office, she finally inquired......

The fifth sword has been called to a meeting by the Bureau of Culture and Education, and after her side inquiry, the Bureau of Culture and Education, which has not moved for a long time, is estimated to have to adjust a small part of the Chinese textbooks at a certain stage this time......

Hearing the news, how could she still sit still, and drove directly towards the Culture and Education Bureau......

As a result, when she arrived at the gate of the Cultural and Educational Bureau, the doorman did not let her in at all, and she just wanted to say that she was here to find someone, but she heard an uncle next to her who had not washed his hair for a year nodded and leaned over and shouted to the doorman with a dry smile.

"Uh...... Haha, comrade, I'll look for Mr. Zhang from the Culture and Education Bureau, oh, he's a professor at Tsinghua University......"

At this time, I listened to the doorman holding the tea jar and waving his hand impatiently while tasting tea.

"Go and go, where you come from and where you go back, you can't find your second uncle, no one is allowed to enter during the compilation of textbooks!"

This uncle was not angry, but it was not easy to attack, his face was flushed and he snorted and turned around to leave, Bai Feng was stunned, it is estimated that he was a little unnatural by Bai Feng, took two steps and turned his head and hummed.

"What's there to see?

After humming, his steps were fast, and he turned around and entered a 'Tianhong Hotel' next to him and disappeared.

Before I could take my eyes off, I saw that the uncle was pushed out by an obese woman, and the two of them seemed to be arguing at the door, and there were a lot of people around.

Curious, she ran over in three steps and two steps, and listened to the uncle's flushed face and the fat woman's reasoning.

"In broad daylight, what kind of system is pulling and pulling, you, you, you...... How can you look down on me so much......"

The fat woman sneered.

"Bah, I still look down on you, what kind of hotel do you live in if you don't have money, there is a bridge cave next to it, and my home is not a charity hall, I don't care if you are a poet or a writer, I will recognize RMB!"

The uncle was speechless when he was scolded, and his whole body trembled a little, but people have no confidence if they have no money, and finally sighed hard, and shook their heads with a self-deprecating wry smile.

"Alas...... I have been working hard for more than ten years, and no matter how good the article is, no one will know it, and it will be in vain...... Let's go, where will I go, and when my work is printed in the Chinese textbook that day, your doll will have to recite it......"

Saying that, he turned his head and was about to leave, Bai Feng looked at the bridge cave, the place was already crowded with people, and he saw that the clothes were not all beggars, and he was even more puzzled at the moment, so he took out three hundred-yuan bills and handed them to the fat woman.

"Boss, I'll pay for my uncle, please open another ...... for me"

As soon as the fat woman received the money, her face immediately became kind, she smiled and didn't speak, and went in to open the room.

"Thank you...... Thank you, girl, you're such a nice person......"

"Hehe, uncle, you are too polite, not to mention...... It's not much money either......

Bai Feng said a few polite words, and took the uncle two keys......

Yes, it's really the key, not the room card, Bai Feng's brows furrowed as soon as he went upstairs, the lights on the entire second floor were dim, the corridors were full of water stains that hadn't dried for I don't know how many days, damp and smelly, and the doors of each room were still hung with the most popular pale yellow curtains in the seventies and eighties......

Pinched his nose and opened the uncle's room, he looked stupid again, this house is really worthy of the price of 50 yuan a day, the whole room is a wooden bed and a yellowed futon, and then there is a plastic thermos that has faded into half white and half red......

The uncle didn't care, sighed and sat on the edge of the bed, took out a cheap cigarette and lit it, took a leisurely puff, and then carefully placed the canvas bag he was carrying on the other side of the bed......

"Alas, girl, thanks to you today, otherwise your uncle would have to freeze to death outside, uncle is from the countryside, and I don't know that the accommodation in Beijing is so expensive, 50 yuan a day......"

50 pieces...... It's also expensive......

Bai Feng embarrassed and raised his doubts, and the uncle sighed again.

"Alas, girl, you are good to your uncle, and your uncle won't hide it from you, to be honest, it's a shame to talk about it...... My name is Duan Youcai, and I'm a writer......"

"Huh, Uncle Duan...... You're still a writer......"

Bai Feng looked the little old man up and down in surprise, she really didn't see it, Duan Youcai nodded heavily, came up fiercely, and left the filter of half of the paper cigarette, and spit out a large puff of white smoke, then nodded heavily and sighed.

"Alas, what's so great about writers...... Those who were lying under the bridge just now are all writers, many of whom I still know, and a few of them have published books, but what's the use, the most worthless thing these years is the writer......"

Bai Feng's mouth is open into an O-shape.

"Won't you, uncle, aren't many writers rich now? Writers who publish books can sell their copyrights for a lot of money, right?"

"Hey, you don't know about this if you don't enter this door, there are people you said, but Huaxia is so big, how many writers have made a fortune? Among the million writers, less than a dime a million have made money, and only a handful can support themselves, and the rest are those who eat soil in summer and snow in winter, just like ......me."

"No, uncle, this ...... No matter how bad it is, I will give some money to some magazines......"

"Hehe, girl, what you said is the old yellow calendar, and now the literary world has changed ......"

"Changed?"

Uncle Duan sighed faintly.

"I don't know when it started, the world seems to have changed suddenly, the publishing houses and magazines that used to be like us no longer contact us, they began to switch to new literature, what can attract attention, they want anything, what bloody love, ethics and morality, the little three and the fourth...... In their eyes, that's the best ......"

Bai Feng smiled bitterly.

"Hehe, this is also the impact of the market economy......"

Uncle Duan nodded, which can be regarded as a tacit acquiescence.

"You're right, this kind of thing is written quickly, and readers like to read it, but when we write, we sharpen our sword for ten years, but when we write it, we find that we are out of touch with society, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that we waste a year, two years, or even ten years of time and youth, and in the end we can't get a dime.

Some people who refused to admit defeat took it to publish it at their own expense, but as a result, they lost even more, and the books could not be sold, and the more they looked at them, the more angry they became, and they simply sold them to the tatters......

Despite this, let us write about the three and four, and write about bloody love, but no one wants to write it, and we can't write it, so the more we get mixed up, ......the more miserable it becomes."