"Okay, this time with Feng everyone's poems, the Confucian journal will definitely be able to overwhelm the ink magazine this time!" Wei Si'an looked at the poetry column of the new issue of the Confucian magazine, and couldn't help but be very happy.

"Feng's poems are indeed popular, and they are a must in Chang'an City!" Editor-in-chief Ma nodded again and again and agreed, Feng was recommended by him, and he also had a light on his face to be appreciated by the owner.

Feng is a famous poet in Chang'an City, and he is quite famous in Chang'an City, of course, this is before Mo Jiazi was born, and now the hot discussion of copyright is extraordinary, Feng everyone naturally took advantage of the situation to take out the masterpieces that they have treasured for many years, and took the opportunity to gain fame and fortune.

The Confucian journal and the ink journal were paid to solicit manuscripts at the same time, and Feng, who thought that he was the son of a saint, naturally stood firmly on the side of the Confucian journal without any doubt.

"This time, I will settle the settlement for Feng everyone according to one word and nine hundred words, and I will definitely ask for paid manuscripts from Confucian journals to become an instant hit." Wei Si'an waved his hand.

Editor-in-chief Ma nodded proudly and said: "Don't worry, this time we also have a secret weapon, there must be a brave man under the heavy money, this time the Confucian magazine has got a legend, the love story of the talented man and the beautiful dragon girl, that is a person who can't put it down!" ”

Editor-in-Chief Ma couldn't help but hand Wei Si'an a stack of manuscripts. Wei Si'an took it and looked at it, his eyes couldn't help but light up, although this book is not as moving as Liang Zhu of the Mo family, but it is novel, and the love of people and dragons is refreshing!

"Well, you're doing a good job this time!" Wei Si'an was overjoyed.

Editor-in-Chief Ma sighed: "I have to say that although the paid solicitation costs a little money, it is definitely worth the money, so that the ink journal will not worry about high-quality articles." ”

In the past, in order to ask for some manuscripts, Confucian journals simply begged grandpa to tell grandma, and sometimes it cost a lot of money just to give gifts, but after the paid solicitation of manuscripts, the situation has changed greatly.

The world is bustling for profit, and with the return of money, many literati have taken out their manuscripts at the bottom of the box, and the number of good articles available for Confucian journals has immediately increased several times.

"By the way, there's news from the ink magazine, I heard that they are a day late." Wei Si'an frowned and said, it stands to reason that the ink journal was the first to take the paid solicitation of manuscripts, and it must be the first Confucian journal to publish the manuscript, but the release of the Confucian journal was already a whole day late.

"There was news before, I heard that there was no good poetry and essay, and a book in the account room was a little better, so I guess I can't do it." Editor-in-Chief Ma said sarcastically.

"The poems of the bookkeepers? That's poetry, too! Wei Si'an was overjoyed, how could the poems written by a bookkeeper who didn't even have to be admitted as a child compare with Feng's.

"What about Confucianism?" Wei Si asked with a sigh of relief.

Editor-in-chief Ma said proudly: "Don't worry, this time there are a lot of high-quality articles in Confucian magazines, we have already set the manuscript in advance, and now we are working overtime to print it?" ”

Wei Si'an pondered for a moment and asked, "Since Confucianism has such strength, why don't we compete with Ink Magazine again?" ”

"What does the proprietor mean that this issue of Confucianism will be published at the same time as the ink magazine?" Editor-in-chief Ma understood in his heart.

Wei Si'an nodded and said, "Yes, the ink journal can be postponed, but why can't the Confucian journal be advanced." ”

After Pan Heng, the editor-in-chief of Ma, nodded solemnly and said, "But, since this is the case, let the ink journal and the Confucian journal compare again." ”

Anyway, the circulation of Confucian periodicals is not as good as that of ink periodicals, and even if they fail, there is no loss.

Just when the publication of the ink journal was postponed and the Confucian journal was deliberately advanced, the Confucian journal and the ink magazine collided again.

"Good poetry!"

"Feng's poems are really extraordinary!"

"Not only is it Feng's poems, but even this love of people and dragons is even more tear-jerking, making people forget to return!"

With the unintentional calculation of Confucian magazines, the first Confucian periodicals were soon spread all over the streets and alleys, and pieces of high-quality articles and Feng Dajia's poems were immediately praised by everyone.

"Congratulations to everyone!"

In the literary world of Chang'an City, all the literati who saw Confucian periodicals came to congratulate Feng everyone.

"Where! Where! ”

Feng everyone, who was dressed in Confucian clothes, was even more proud, and couldn't help but humbly say in the face of everyone's congratulations.

"This is the manuscript fee of Feng everyone, Feng everyone's poems are extraordinary, and the Confucian journal decided to calculate it according to the manuscript fee of 900 words per 1,000 words."

What Feng Dajia wrote was a seven-word quatrain, a total of twenty-eight words, and when the editor-in-chief Ma came in public with twenty-five and two hundred dollars, the whole atmosphere of the Feng family was immediately pushed to a climax.

That is a full twenty-five yuan, enough for an ordinary family to live a prosperous life in Chang'an City for a year, and now it is easily obtained by a poem by Feng Dajia.

"Nine hundred words in a thousand words!" Feng couldn't help frowning, originally with his assumption, he took out his most proud book to the Confucian journal to make a name, thinking that he would definitely be able to get the top price of a thousand words and thousands of articles, although he didn't care about the two money, but he was more concerned about the reputation represented by the thousand words and thousands of articles, as long as the Confucian magazine gave him the price of a thousand words and thousands of articles, then he recognized that his talent was the best in the Tang Dynasty.

The editor-in-chief Ma on the side doesn't know the thoughts of Feng everyone, although Feng everyone's poems are extraordinary, but compared with Mo Jiazi's famous poems, they are still a few grades worse, if he really gives Feng everyone the price of a thousand words and thousands of words, how to collect the poems in the future, I'm afraid that others will not be convinced!

"In my opinion, Feng's poems are amazing, even if they are thousands of words." A follower of the Feng family, cheekily.

"Don't dare, don't dare? Although the old man has been immersed in poetry for many years, his knowledge has not yet been completed, and he needs to go further, where can he bear such a reputation? Feng Dajia waved his hand again and again, although he was dissatisfied, he also knew that the Confucian journal was powerful and he was unwilling to offend more.

"Feng everyone is really high-spirited, it is a model for my generation, Xiaosheng admires, with Feng everyone's poems, they only got 900 words and 1,000 words, and Mo Jiazi's vulgar poems can also get the price of 1,000 words and 1,000 words, it can be seen how hypocritical the ink magazine is, since it is so brazen, deliberately raising the reputation of the Mo family." A white-clothed scribe stepped through the door, holding an inkbook in his hand and sarcastically said with a sarcastic face.

"Mo Jiazi also published poems in Mo!" In an instant, everyone couldn't help but be surprised, although they repeatedly belittled the Mo family, they also had to admit that the poems of the Mo family were indeed the best in the Tang Dynasty.

The reason why Feng is willing to accept the price of 1,000 words and 900 wen is because there is Mo Jiazi's poems in front of Zhuyu, even if he is proud in his heart, he has to admit that there is a considerable gap between his poems and Mo Jiazi's poems.

Now I suddenly heard that Mo Jiazi also published poems in ink magazines, my heart suddenly tightened, I am not afraid of not knowing the goods, I am afraid of comparing goods, if Mo Jiazi publishes another peerless poem, then my poem may immediately become a joke.

Among them, the most nervous is the editor-in-chief Ma, who realized in his heart that it is no wonder that the ink magazine was delayed, and he must not have found a good poem, so he found the poem of the Mo family.

"You say that Mo Jiazi's poems are vulgar!" Editor-in-Chief Ma's heart moved, staring straight at the ink magazine in the hand of the white-clothed scribe.

The white-clothed scribe said proudly: "That's nature! In our opinion, this poem is extremely ordinary, and because it is a poem of Mo Jiazi, Mo Jiazi actually offered Mo Jiazi a price of thousands of words. ”

"A thousand words!" Feng couldn't help but be stunned, and the dissatisfaction in his heart suddenly came to his heart, he wanted to see what poems of Mo Jiazi could beat him to reach the value of a thousand words.

"Ten miles of Pinghu is full of frost, and every inch of green silk is sad. The moon shadow is monomorphic to each other, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal. ”

Under the gaze of the crowd, the white-clothed scribe read Merton's psalm with a look of disgust.

Everyone couldn't help but be silent after listening to it, most of them are people who are immersed in poetry, and they can taste that although the poem of Mo Jiazi is a good poem, but compared with the previous poems of Mo Jiazi, there is too much difference, everyone originally heard of Mo Jiazi's poems, and they all looked forward to hearing another famous poem, and now after listening to it, there is a feeling of loss in their hearts.

"Feng is a poet, why don't you comment on Mo Jiazi's poems?" Editor-in-chief Ma said in his heart, now that Mo Jiazi's poems are average, if Feng everyone comments on it, this is another news that everyone likes to see.

Feng couldn't help but show a trace of pride, being able to step on the Mo family to improve his literary name, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and he who is keen on fame and fortune can't miss it.

Although this poem has merit, but the pattern is too small, empty and unreal, only suitable for the pleasure of the boudoir, such a poem of wind and snow, the old man was originally looking forward to the poem of Mohou, and now it seems that the old man is quite disappointed. From the old man's point of view, the price of this poem is only 200 words per 1,000 words, which is only a little stronger than the poem of Mr. Bookkeeper, and it can't be higher. Feng said with a mocking face.

"Everyone Feng is really talented, and the comments can be described as penetrating." Editor-in-Chief Ma immediately clapped his hands and applauded, the more sarcastic Feng everyone is, the better the effect of this news.

"By the way, what is the title of this poem, so that I can remember Mohou's poem of 1,000 words and 200 words." Everyone Feng was even more energetic.

"What is it called, a Chinese ghost story, when you hear it, it is a poem of the joy of the boudoir of love." The white-clothed scribe didn't care.

"A Chinese Ghost Story, isn't that the name of this article?" A scholar in Tsing Yi was reading the remaining ink magazines with relish, and couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the words, and said in surprise.

"What? Mo Jiazi is out again! Editor-in-chief Ma couldn't help but be surprised, and hurriedly reached out and snatched the ink magazine from the hand of the scholar in Tsing Yi, only to see that it was indeed the four words of A Chinese Ghost Story written on the column.

Editor-in-chief Ma suddenly had a bad feeling, since the poem was written by Mo Jiazi, then the eponymous one was also written by Mo Jiazi, but he saw how terrifying Mo Jiazi's original "Liang Zhu" was, and it simply pressed the Confucian journal to the point that he couldn't raise his head.