"Five hundred......" Regarding Fang Chengshi's bid, Su Wen also groaned.

The Chinese Empire is the strongest country in this world, colonizing the world and collecting a lot of wealth in the world, therefore, Huayuan is very strong in the world and can be said to be the first currency. However, in the past 100 years, the Americas and Europe have developed, and their currencies, the US dollar and the euro, have also become competitive and can compete with the Chinese yuan.

The exchange rates of the three major currencies are basically the same, probably maintaining a one-to-one ratio.

Is it a lot of 500 yuan for a poem?

Su Wen remembered that his mother was a teacher at this school, with a monthly salary of about 10,000 yuan, and she was middle-class. Five hundred Chinese dollars is one-twentieth of that, and if you count the workload of one song a day, the price is not low.

Thinking of this, Su Wen had an idea, smiled and waved his hand and said, "Oops, it's vulgar to talk about money." Yes! Teacher Fang said as much as he wanted! ”

"Then it's settled." Fang Chengshi was afraid that Su Wen would regret it, so he hurriedly agreed.

Yu Cheng saw Su Wen's uncalm appearance, and scolded with a smile: "Su Wen, don't think you're losing." It's just a poem, and 500 yuan is already very good. I don't have this price to publish an article of less than 1,000 words on it! Generally, newspapers and periodicals only pay three or four cents per word for an article, and famous writers only pay a thousand yuan for a thousand words. After all, it is only published in newspapers, and the other copyrights are still in the hands of the author. ”

Su Wen smiled very "innocently", and asked very "innocently": "Teacher Fang, you just said that as long as I write poetry, you want it, is it all at this price?" ”

Fang Chengshi took a breath of cool air and asked rhetorically: "Classmate Su, what do you mean, you don't want to write one song a day, right?" ”

"How can it!" Su Wen immediately shook his head, "I don't have the ability to do this." If it is perfunctory, it is difficult to guarantee the level of estimation. ”

One song a day, is he really Emperor Qianlong? This perfect old man claims to have written tens of thousands of poems, but unfortunately they are all shallow works and cannot be handed down.

Besides, even if he has some poems in his head, he can't just take them out, not to mention the situation or anything, he has to save some for emergencies later.

You must know that after the Southern Song Dynasty, poetry declined, and the people behind it could only say that it was average. It's all to blame on the people of the Tang Dynasty, who wrote all the good poems! The people of the Song Dynasty did the same, they finished writing all the words, so that future generations could only delve into other things.

"Wouldn't it be nice if the world could change before Tang?" Su Wen began to be greedy and insufficient.

Fang Chengshi saw that Su Wen had no plans to write one song a day, and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay." It's not just one song a day. Student Su, my promise is still valid, as long as you can guarantee the level, I will send you an evening newspaper, and the manuscript fee is also 500 yuan. ”

Su Wen's eyes lit up, and he posted: "Teacher Fang, isn't it okay if it's not ancient poetry?" ”

"What else can you write?" Fang Chengshi was stunned.

Su Wen smiled shyly: "Actually, I can also write new poems and prose." I want to ask, how much is the manuscript fee for a few thousand words of prose? Thousands? ”

"You ......" Fang Chengshi was dumbfounded.

"Su Wen, don't be too greedy!" Yu Cheng was a little embarrassed, feeling that this student was too good at doing things, so he had to teach him a lesson, "Two or three thousand words of prose are indeed worth two or three thousand." But everyone is a prose person, so don't mess around. ”

Su Wen didn't speak.

Fang Chengshi couldn't bear to hit him, thought for a while and said: "Otherwise, classmate Su, I will give you my contact information, you can send me any work you have, as for whether it can be published, it depends on your level." ”

Su Wenxi said: "This is good. ”

Fang Chengshi took a pen and paper to write down his mobile phone number and the number of the instant communication tool and handed it to Su Wen, and saw that he carefully put it away before he smiled with satisfaction.

Xie Tianxing saw this situation, his eyes were hot, and he couldn't help but say: "Teacher Fang, my work can also go straight to the provincial competition, so is it enough to be published in your newspaper?" ”

"Well...... Fang Chengshi smiled, "According to the regulations, all entries can only be published in the weekly or monthly magazine of "Chinese Literature", and once published in other publications, they will be disqualified. You ......"

"I've got other works!" Xie Tianxing hurriedly responded, reached into his trouser pocket as he spoke, took out a piece of paper from it, and respectfully handed it to Fang Chengshi, with a look of anticipation, "Teacher Fang, this is my work." In fact, not only Su Wen can write poetry, but I can also write it. ”

"Oh?" Fang Chengshi took the manuscript with great interest, "Do you also write ancient poems?" ”

"No, no, it's not an ancient poem." Xie Tianxing shook his head, "This is poetry in the new poetry format. In fact, after a hundred years of new cultural development, the market for ancient poetry has been sluggish, and now everyone prefers new poetry, which is easier to understand. ”

Fang Chengshi was noncommittal, and when he opened the paper, he saw that it was indeed a new poem.

Xie Tianxing explained: "I just wrote this poem at noon today, the reason is that today I was walking by the lake, and I saw a beautiful girl by the bridge in the lake looking at the lake leisurely, and I immediately had the inspiration to write this poem." Please also ask Mr. Fang to correct it. ”

Fang Chengshi nodded, looked at the poem, and couldn't help but read it out:

See you by the lake

Your light smile

Gentle the sparkle on the water

I don't know the weeping willows dancing on the shore

It's the reason why the wind rises

It is still the heart of the person who is sorrowful

Sorrow, sorrow

Like you

Like me

The water waves melt into the lake

The water flows to the east

I turned west

You're still where you are

Falling flowers fall into the lake

Faded away

Disappear into your dreams and mine

In dreams, in dreams

and when he first saw it

Gentle on the sparkling water

Your light smile

Fang Chengshi finished reading the poem, nodded slightly, and shook his head slightly.

Xie Tianxing was anxious, and hurriedly asked, "Teacher Fang, how is my song "Your Light Smile"?" ”

Fang Chengshi didn't answer, turned his head to look at Yu Cheng and asked, "Old Yu, what do you think of the poems made by your students?" ”

Yu Cheng was a little embarrassed, looked at Fang Chengshi, complained that he was not authentic, and looked at Xie Tianxing, he could only say: "It's okay, there is a hazy taste, and there is a faint sorrow." The imagery and artistic conception are there. ”

Fang Chengshi said twice, "The most clever place to compose poetry is, of course, to come up with artistic conception, the red apricot branches are in spring, and a noisy word writes out the whole spring." This is the realm of poetry. ”

Xie Tianxing's eyes lit up, and he regarded Fang Chengshi's words as a complete compliment to him.

Raising his eyebrows, Xie Tianxing squinted at Su Wen, and said, "Su Wen, what do you think of my poem?" ”

"It's okay." Su Wen said lightly.

"Okay?" Xie Tianxing was a little angry, feeling that this guy was stingy and couldn't see others praising him, he couldn't help but raise his head higher, and said, "Su Wen, although you have a set of ancient poems, it doesn't mean that you can casually comment on other people's new poems." Today, when you and I saw Lin Yutong by the lake, I said that I wanted to compare with you, but you didn't dare, so I flinched. I think you're self-aware, because as soon as I went back, I was inspired to write this poem. What about you, what can you write? Write ancient poems of sorrow? I'm afraid that the people of the former Song Dynasty have finished writing, imitating Li Qingzhao or imitating Li Yu? ”

was provoked by Xie Tianxing several times, Su Wen was plain on the surface, he didn't want to deal with this guy, but the mud man was angry, and now he was ridiculed by Xie Tianxing in front of the two teachers, Su Wen couldn't stand this guy's face anymore!

With a cold smile, Su Wen said disdainfully: "Just you, this is called a new poem?" Aside from being pretentious and deliberate, I don't see anything clever! I don't dare to say anything else, in terms of literary attainments, I write a few lines casually to make a poem, which is many times better than yours I don't know! ”

"Don't be ashamed!" Xie Tianxing's face turned red with anger when he heard this, "Su Wen, what is the use of what you say, there is a kind of you who write it and take a look, and there is a kind of you who don't write ancient poems and write new poems!" ”

"Kind?" Su Wen smiled even colder, didn't talk nonsense, took the pen and paper again, wrote down the next line, and finished writing in less than a minute, dropped the pen, threw the paper to Xie Tianxing, and his mouth was a lot more vicious, "Look! See clearly! Just don't be too ashamed! Because there is always a gap between mortals and geniuses! ”

Xie Tianxing hurriedly took the paper, and just wanted to be angry, but when he looked down and saw the few lines on the paper, he couldn't help but be stunned, his mouth was wide open, like a duck whose neck was choked, and he couldn't speak.

His appearance made the two teachers present curious.

What did Su Wen write on the paper that made Xie Tianxing feel like he had seen a ghost?