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

"I tried, why didn't I try...... Some people can't stand it and change careers, some people insist on writing while working, and some ......"

Speaking of this, Uncle Duan was a little embarrassed, and it took a long time before he continued.

"Others...... I've also tried to give gifts to some magazines or something, I hope people can receive the manuscript, but slowly it has developed a situation of upside down money, if you want to publish an article, you have to give money to others, a 3,000-word prose is 1,000 yuan, and the short film is serialized for more than 10,000 ......"

"That'...... Why did you all suddenly come to the Bureau of Culture and Education this time?"

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

"Ahem...... That one...... In fact...... This...... When we all heard that the Bureau of Culture and Education was going to recompile the textbooks, we wanted to find a relationship and see if we could publish our own works in the textbooks. ”

"Huh?"

Bai Feng directly listened to the stupidity, and said in his heart that there are not a few people who have the same purpose as himself, in other words, these people are all his competitors......

Uncle Duan continued to explain embarrassedly.

"Alas, they are all forced, everyone wants to be famous now, only let their works be on the textbooks, so that the dolls of the whole country will know themselves, and they will be famous, and when the time comes, there will be more people looking for themselves to write books, and the works will be sold, and life will naturally be better......"

Bai Feng nodded and muttered to himself.

"This ...... This is the so-called Fight, a bicycle into a motorcycle......"

"What, girl, why are you here, I see that you seem to be at the door of the Cultural and Educational Bureau just now, do you know the people inside, or ...... Are you helping Uncle?"

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

"Uncle...... If you don't hide it from me, I won't hide it from you...... In fact...... I'm also looking for a relationship to send my work to a textbook......"

"Huh?"

Uncle Duan was obviously not lightly stimulated, and he stood up excitedly, looked at Bai Feng again and again, and shook his head, obviously a little literati mean to be light.

"Girl, you're not kidding...... This...... This textbook has very strict requirements for the selected works...... It's not like you can post any work...... Belch...... Uncle didn't say that you can't write well, by the way, what kind of work are you going to post, prose or poetry?"

"Poetry, Ancient Poetry......"

"Ancient ...... Poetry...... Ancient poems ?!!!"

The uncle stared out his eyes, and it took a long time before he laughed and spoke.

"Girl, you are joking with me, how can ancient poems be in textbooks, hey, you girl, you talk nonsense......"

"Why can't ancient poems be in textbooks?"

"Ancient Poems...... Let me tell you this, every time a textbook is compiled, the proportion of ancient poems selected is the smallest, a textbook, there are only 3 to 4 articles at most, and they are all classics of ancient poets, and they must also be meaningful, such as writing scenes, patriotism, parting, and so on.

In terms of genre and subject matter, ancient poems are also the most difficult to select. And people don't want you to write poems written by modern people, so many literati and ink writers in ancient times can't choose them, how can you choose to write them by modern people, girl, listen to a word from your uncle, you, it's better to find a class, don't take this road, it's too difficult......"

Bai Feng smiled bitterly and nodded, she didn't know how difficult this road was, but now she knew...... Immediately asked again.

"Uncle Duan, what do you have to do when you are selected for the textbook? Just do it and wait? I see...... It doesn't seem to work to find someone, so they won't let them in......"

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

"Yes, now those who want to be selected for textbooks are here to find a relationship, it wasn't so strict in the past few years, I don't know why this year, the news is delayed, and it's so strict, I heard people who came early say that it seems that this group of professors has never come out, and they are not allowed to go in outside......"

"Huh, what then?"

Bai Feng is really in a hurry, she can wait, the task can't wait, what is compiled now must be the textbook for students after the winter vacation, if this opportunity is missed, next time it will have to wait until next summer, and now the textbook has been revised, not to mention next summer, it is estimated that it will not be revised again in three or five years.

By then, the task has already expired, and I still have to die?

The more I thought about it at the moment, the more anxious I became, and I was about to burst into tears, only to see Uncle Duan smoking a cigarette, squinting his eyes and sighing in contemplation.

"Alas, if you can't find a relationship, then you can only wait for the day after tomorrow, and the Houwen Education Bureau will open the scene to solicit papers, but it doesn't matter, there is not much hope, it is generally just a formality, to alleviate the contradictions between us literati......"

"The day after tomorrow?"

Uncle Duan nodded.

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

She went out and gave the proprietress 3,000 yuan to arrange for the homeless literati under the bridge to stay in the hotel, and she drove back to school.

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

The next day, in order to ensure that nothing went wrong, Bai Feng stayed in the dormitory for a whole day, and copied a copy of all the ancient poems that were qualified to be submitted, and each copy talked about watching and analyzing.

At nine o'clock in the morning the day after tomorrow, she drove to the gate of the Cultural and Educational Bureau, and when she saw it, she immediately took a breath of cool air.

The door of the Bureau of Culture and Education was finally opened, but there was a long queue at the door, all of whom were waiting under the bridge and cave, all of them in ragged clothes.

This group of people is like a chicken, holding their own works in their hands and looking forward to it.

Bai Feng couldn't help but sigh, feeling pity for the people in the world, each full of expectations, but they didn't know that this compilation was not overthrown, at most, it was only a part of it, and it was just revised.

She hung at the back of the line, and when she arrived at the door, she looked at the notice posted at the door, and said in her heart that sure enough, in addition to announcing the time and place of the call for papers, the notice also wrote the requirements and number of the call for papers.

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

There is really no ancient poem, Bai Feng can't help but look extremely embarrassed, but they have all entered this door, and they have to fight for everything, at this moment, she can only hope for the fifth sword, the leader of the compilation team, hoping that he can help herself for the sake of a few bottles of wine......

The essay was arranged in the large conference room on the third floor of the Cultural and Educational Bureau, and when Bai Feng went, because she was the last, she had not sat for a long time, but fortunately, she could barely stand at the back door.