In Guozijian's study, the great master was looking through the manuscript handed over by Lin Zhao, he had been a prodigy since he was a child, and he was very sensitive to words, and it only took him half an hour to read this manuscript that was not short, and then he looked at his nephew and asked softly: "This script, well-organized, was made up by San Lang in one night?" ”

"Of course not."

Lin Zhao sat opposite Lin Jian, scratched his head and said: "When my nephew was in Donghu Town when he was a child, there was an old man in the town, and when others saw him sloppy, they didn't want to take care of him, only I occasionally took some food from home and gave him it, and he told me some stories." ”

"My nephew naturally likes to listen to this, and he writes down a lot of them after a long time."

Lin Zhao said with a smile: "The pamphlet that Yuezhou got out before, most of the stories in it came from this old man. ”

Lin Jian didn't doubt this statement, after all, the world is so big, there are countless strange people, it is inevitable that there will be some old men who like to make up stories, he nodded, and then asked: "These poems are also written by San Lang?" ”

This Lin Zhao didn't avoid it, and said with a smile: "It's my nephew who has seen it in Chang'an in the past few days, and he made up a few sentences when he had nothing to do, and he wrote it on this." ”

Lin Jian showed a smile on his face, stroked his palms and exclaimed: "I am Yuezhou Lin, I have not seen a poet for more than a hundred years, and now I am finally going to produce a poet." ”

Hearing this, Lin Zhao was secretly a little embarrassed, but he was extremely thick-skinned, so he didn't hear it, and continued to speak: "Uncle Seven, I only made a framework for this booklet, and the story is definitely not enough, and it is up to Uncle Seven to add some of it, not to mention the poetry section, Uncle Seven should know many talents in Chang'an, try to let them print some masterpieces, and if they get income in the future, they will be given some remuneration." ”

Speaking of this, he paused and continued: "Besides, there are only two sections of this booklet at present, but when it is printed and bound, it should be divided into two binding methods, one is the poem first, and the other is the story first. ”

Lin Jian lowered his head and pondered the meaning of Lin Zhao's words, then a smile appeared on his face, and he said: "This method is good, I will accept this manuscript first, and I will personally meet a few poets in the past few days and ask them to print the masterpieces, as for those stories, if they really can't do it, I will first extract a few from the story collection of Yuezhou." ”

He smiled: "Anyway, with this westward journey, it is enough." ”

While the two of them were talking, Lin Jian turned to the last section again, and after seeing the words "Chang'an Weekly", the great master frowned and asked, "San Lang, what does Weekly mean?" ”

"Seventh Uncle, the so-called weekly newspaper is ......"

Lin Zhao subconsciously wanted to explain, and suddenly remembered that Da Zhou should not have "one week" or "one week", and this name also had some conflicts with the country name, so he quickly shut up and said with a smile: "Seventh uncle, this is a clerical error by my nephew, and it will be renamed Xunbao, and it will be a practice in the future, with ten days as an issue, to record current affairs in Chang'an." ”

Lin Jian didn't suspect anything, nodded and said, "Chang'an Xunbao, this name is good, then it's settled." ”

He smiled at Lin Zhao: "This thing can come out, San Lang has made a lot of contributions, it is estimated that after ten days, the workshop over there will be able to print this first issue, and after a few days, I will find a few readers for my uncle to compile, and I will be specifically responsible for this booklet." ”

He looked up at Lin Zhao and said with a smile: "Originally, San Lang should be in charge of this matter, but after all, you have to study in Taixue, and your studies are important, so you will first put on the name of the editor-in-chief, and you will not be in charge for the time being, how about it?" ”

Lin Zhao hurriedly got up and arched his hand: "Seventh Uncle speaks, and the nephew will naturally obey his fate." ”

He does want to study in Taixue, and it is not convenient to participate in this matter, but it is also good to be able to hang the name of the editor-in-chief, in the future, this thing will become bigger and stronger, and the talented and beautiful people in Chang'an City who want to be famous must squeeze their heads and want to print their poems and texts on "Chang'an Wind", so that they can be famous in Chang'an, and when the time comes, ...... Hey.

Thinking of this, a treacherous smile appeared on Lin Zhao's face.

He came back to his senses, arched his hand at Lin Jian, and said, "Seventh Uncle, it's best to choose younger readers for these compilations, because they will be a little old-fashioned when they get older, and this thing will not be very popular at that time." ”

Lin Jian glanced at Lin Zhao and scolded with a smile: "San Lang is saying that Uncle Wei is too old? ”

"Of course not."

Lin Sanlang said with a smile: "Uncle Seventh is in his prime, but this kind of new thing still needs to be used by young people, and young people are easier to accept." ”

"Got it."

Lin Jian put away Lin Zhao's manuscript and said, "I'll go and think about making up for this first issue, and in a few days, the Guozi Prison will rest, and San Lang will remember to go back to Pingkangfang for dinner." ”

"My nephew remembers."

The conversation between the uncle and nephew ended here, after Lin Zhao got up to say goodbye, he was about to leave this study, he just turned around, he heard a knock on the door outside, after Lin Jian answered, an old man in his fifties pushed the door in, the old man first looked at Lin Jian and then turned his head to look at Lin Zhao, and then said with a smile: "Great Grandmaster, who is this little son?" ”

Lin Jian was originally sorting out the manuscript in his hand, and when he heard this, he said, "My nephew, Lin Zhao, just entered Taixue to study a few days ago. ”

As he spoke, he said to Lin Zhao again: "This is Yin Siye of Guozijian. ”

Si Ye is the vice principal of Guozijian.

Lin Zhao saluted in a proper manner, bowed his head and said, "The student has seen Si Ye. ”

Yin Siye looked at Lin Zhao with a smile and said, "What a handsome offspring, the son and nephew of the great grandmaster's family, he really has a unique demeanor. ”

Lin Zhao bowed his head and saluted.

"Si Ye praises, and the student still has to go to Wen Shu, so he won't disturb Si Ye to talk to the great grandmaster."

With that, Lin Zhao bowed his head and exited the study.

After walking out of the study, Lin Zhao glanced back at the two people behind him, and a smile appeared on his face.

He knew in his heart that after meeting with this Siye today, in the next few years, his life in Guozijian should be very good.

Thinking of this, Lin Saburo left the study briskly, there was nothing left and right, he was ready to go back to the school to flip through the book, Lin Zhao's memory is very good, two days have touched the path of Guozijian, and soon arrived at the door of his school, just pushed the door in, and found that his two roommates were there.

The little fat man Zhou De was sitting on his bed, holding some books in his hand to flip through them, but his mind was obviously not on the book, but secretly glanced at Qi Xuan from time to time, with a complicated expression.

Qi Xuan, on the other side, was lying on the desk and writing hard, grabbing his hair after writing a few strokes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing Lin Zhao come back, the little fat man immediately threw aside the book in his hand, took Lin Zhao's hand and walked out of the school, he looked at Lin Zhao with a serious face: "Brother Lin, I found out where he came from......

Lin Zhao was a little surprised.

"Could it be that in this Chang'an City, which other family can make Brother Zhou so jealous?"