"Mr. Walter, I think it is necessary for you to read these three manuscripts for yourself." Without even knocking on the door, an editor hurried into John Walter's office.

John Walter looked at the rude editor with some displeasure, he personally paid great attention to politeness and cultivation, and the extremely rude behavior of his subordinates made him very uncomfortable: "Why are you so flustered, is it that the French have landed in Ireland?" Say, what's going on!"

The editor met John Walter's chilling eyes, shivering coldly, and realized how rude his actions were. The editor hurriedly apologized to Walter and said, "Mr. Walter, I'm very sorry. But I have three manuscripts of psalms here, and they are said to be the best psalms of the decade! God, how did this beautiful and meaningful verse come about, I bet it could be sent out as a column!"

Walter frowned, he thought the editor was exaggerating, "the best poems of the century"? Steady can create a professional and serious Times image for the people!

Walter opened the sheets of manuscript paper:

Oh, the raging west wind, the breath of autumn life!

You are invisible, but the dead leaves are swept away by you

Like a ghost encountering a wizard, they fled one after another:

Yellow, black, gray, red as if suffering from tuberculosis

……

Just by reading the first verse of this poem, called Ode to the West Wind, John Walter was deeply attracted by this poem, and the majestic metaphor and passionate emotion made people feel refreshed.

Submerged in your turbulence, when the sky is in chaos,

The clouds were torn apart like the dead leaves of the earth

Branches that are free from the entanglement of the sky and the sea.

……

Let the trumpet of prophecy pass through my lips,

Wake up the slumbering earth!

O west wind,

If winter comes, will spring be far away?

John Walter closed the paper in his hand and muttered, "Winter is coming, will spring come?" There are such miraculous verses! This is a psalm of a call for freedom, a cry for humanity and strength! He had secretly decided in his mind that this time the Times edition would use this poem. With this masterpiece, John Walter had a lot of faith in the next two poems. Sure enough, the next two poems to the lark and the ode to freedom are rare masterpieces, and the author has already stated in the letter that these three poems are a series, collectively known as the three major odes.

John Walter took a tobacco leaf from a delicate silver jar, put it in his mouth and chewed it, while the knuckles of his right hand tapped some kind of beat on the wide desk. When the editor saw this, he didn't dare to come out, he knew that when the boss was thinking deeply, it was like this.

After a while, John Walter raised his head and said to the editor: "These three poems are the work of Mr. Thomas Bossy?" Or is it Mr. Burke's new work?" The poetry of Thomas Bossey and Burke was two of the most widely circulated and influential poets in England of this era, and the Times had the pleasure of inviting these two gentlemen to publish some of their poems, and John Walter took it for granted that only those two gentlemen could write such classic poems.

The editor held back for a long time before replying, "Neither, Mr. Walter." The address on this manuscript was a hotel in London's East End, and the gentleman was a man of the literary world who had never heard of him, called George? Wickham. John Walter's eyes widened, he really thought his editor was joking with him, but it was clear that the editor was just telling the truth.

The poet who wrote such romantic poetry actually lived in the slums of London! Could it be that this is a young writer who thinks that he will never meet talents, and he is extremely downcast? I have to say that John Walter's analytical ability is very strong, and he only grabbed a few pieces of information and guessed the general situation of Wickham. However, he didn't guess completely right, Lin Zihan was not a poet who had never met a talented person at all, but just borrowed famous poems from later generations.

Walter handed the manuscript to the editor: "Put these three manuscripts in sections, one for each issue, and make a series." By the way, you should write a letter to that author and invite him to be our columnist for the Times, and the remuneration will be calculated according to the first-class writer!" He was a very decisive man, or he would not have been able to start the most famous and profitable newspaper in England, and he believed that this writer, who still lived in the slums, would not have disappointed him.

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After returning from Berner's house that day, Lin Zihan stayed in the hotel and waited for news from the Times, whether it was in his previous life or in this era, he was the first time to engage in newspaper submission, if he didn't feel nervous, it would be a lie. However, after Lin Zihan found out that little Alice was illiterate, he found a new thing for himself to pass the time, that is, to act as little Alice's tutor. The literacy rate in Britain in this era can be described as miserable, and even some nobles are illiterate, not to mention those ordinary people who are busy every day for their stomachs. In the eighteenth century, culture was still the prerogative of the ruling elite.

Little Alice was still in high spirits at the beginning, but after two days, the child's temperament was exposed, and she couldn't sit still at all. For this reason, Lin Zihan had to use the French pastries brought from Bernard's house as bait, which leveled the naughty and active Alice.

Waiting is always anxious, especially when he has not heard back from The Times three days after sending the letter, which makes Lin Zihan's mood become irritable. The editorial office of the Times is in London, and he hasn't received a response for a few days, could it be that his poetry has been passed, and thinking that his manuscript paper may have been thrown into the wastebasket by the editor now, Lin Zihan felt devastated.

Alice looked at Lin Zihan, who was obviously not in a state, and asked with some curiosity: "Brother Wickham, have you encountered anything unhappy?" Alice must learn a few more words today, so my brother shouldn't be sad, okay?" Looking at Alice's innocent and clear eyes, the anxiety in Lin Zihan's heart was also alleviated a lot: "Alice, the newspaper did not respond to the manuscript written by my brother, and my brother will not have the money to buy you candy in the future."

Alice still knows a little about Wickham's submission to the newspaper, after all, she was the one who suggested that Wickham submit those good stories to the newspaper that day. However, for the story of Brother Wickham's brother to sound so good, why didn't the newspaper adopt it? My brother has been teaching himself literacy for the past two days, and he has never been to the post office, how does he know that his manuscript has not been accepted, and with confusion, Alice asked, "Brother, didn't you go to the post office?" I think my brother can go to the post office to have a look, so that he can feel more at ease. ”

Lin Zihan was stunned, what are you doing at the post office? Isn't the post office all about delivering letters to the door? Little Alice tilted her head and explained, "Brother, the customers in the store all go to the post office to pick up letters, you can go and ask your mother." This has not yet been on, door, service? With questions, Lin Zihan found Mrs. Schmidt, who was cleaning the stairs: "Madam, I'm sorry to disturb you." I'm just wondering, will the postman at the post office deliver the letters here?"

Mrs. Schmidt looked at Lin Zihan like an alien, but she was soon relieved that the letters of those old men in London's West Town were always delivered to the door. In rural England, postmen do not provide this service because of the long distances and scattered dwellings. And the slums are disdainful of sending, after all, it is unlikely that the slums will have gentlemen in need of communication. This Mr. Wickham must have never been to the slums before, so it was normal not to know. Thinking of this, Mrs. Schmidt explained: "Mr. Wickham, the postman will not deliver the letter, you have to go to the post office to pick it up yourself."

Lin Zihan suddenly realized, he said that Shelley's poetry is a god-level work, and if the Times does not adopt it, it will be too substandard. In a hurry, Lin Zihan returned to the room, asked Alice to copy the newly learned words twenty times, took his coat and hat and went straight to the post office.

After coming to the post office, Lin Zihan was in a bit of a hurry, his hair was a little messy, sweat flowed down his sideburns to his shirt, and the whole person looked very embarrassed. After calming his breath, Lin Zihan walked to the counter and asked the middle-aged man who was buried in the newspaper, "Hello sir." My name is Wickham, have you received my letter here?"

The middle-aged man was holding the Times edition and reading it with relish, when he was interrupted, and he was a little unhappy. But it was his job, so he reluctantly put the newspaper aside, and muttered to himself as he flipped through the letters of the past two days: "Wickham, why is this name so familiar, have you seen it anywhere?...... Oh, found it. Sir, this letter arrived two days ago. Lin Zihan excitedly took the letter and looked at it, it was indeed sent by the editorial department of The Times, it seems to be done! After Lin Zihan thanked the staff member, he took the letter and left.

The middle-aged uncle continued to pick up the Times on the table, and continued to enjoy the poem full of brilliant colors, he usually liked to look for some new works in the pages of the Times, and since he saw the ode to the west wind yesterday, he fell in love with this style full of fantasy and romance. Today the Times did not disappoint him, this song to the lark is the same as yesterday's Ode to the West Wind, just as addictive!

Lin Zihan, who returned to the hotel, couldn't wait to open the envelope after checking Alice's homework, and sure enough, it contained the remuneration for the last work. Lin Zihan was like a miser, his eyes were full of pounds, and after counting the Bank of England cashier's check in his hand a few times, Lin Zihan determined that there were a total of sixty pounds, and an average of twenty pounds for a poem! Lin Zihan, who has long understood the remuneration of authors in this era, knows that this is already the treatment of first-class writers, of course, this is only the remuneration for publication, and if it is published, the remuneration will be more. Lin Zihan did not expect the Times to be so generous, and it is indeed one of the most successful newspapers in British history.

Lin Zihan, who was in a good mood, kissed little Alice on the forehead: "Alice, my brother has made money, I will buy you delicious food tomorrow."

Alice took advantage of Lin Zihan's enthusiasm and said doggedly: "Brother, in order to save you money, I don't want to eat delicious." Look, why don't you copy words today?" Lin Zihan looked at the little eyes of little Lori, and wanted to tease her: "What about today......" After admiring the nervous expression of the little girl, Lin Zihan said with a straight face: "No!" Alice suddenly wilted like a frosted eggplant.

The Times paid for the manuscript was very sincere, and Lin Zihan did not ask to refuse, so he wrote a reply letter and agreed to their request to invite Lin Zihan as a columnist. His original intention was to earn a living expenses, and there was no need to get along with the pound. Lin Zihan, who was addicted to piracy, attached a new poem to the letter, which was written by the British poet Keats in 1818 "Ode to a Nightingale", which is a Western poem that Lin Zihan prefers. This "Ode to a Nightingale" took Lin Zihan a lot of effort, because in his previous life, he had not read the original English version of this poem, but the Chinese translation. For this reason, Lin Zihan spent a day to restore this poem to the English version, fortunately Wickham studied rhetoric at Cambridge, and the writing is gorgeous, otherwise he is really not sure if this poem can achieve the effect of his previous life.