In order to print 100,000 copies of the Sauvignon Blanc poetry collection at the fastest speed, People's Literature's printing house can be said to be at full capacity.

The factory has implemented three shifts, and people and machines cannot rest.

Make every effort to ensure that this printing task can be successfully completed.

Inside the People's Literature Printing House.

In a row of huge rectangular wooden shelves, there are densely arranged small lead blocks of a few millimeters square, and on each small lead block, there is a Chinese character written backwards, which is folded horizontally and vertically, and the character shape is square, but it does not lose the charm of the wind and bones, and is ancient and moving.

Letterpress and lithographic plates were made from the 50s to the late 80s.

The process of lead row letterpress plate making is roughly as follows: first melt lead, then cast words, and the finished words are put on the shelf, and the words are selected by the word picker. After the word is selected, the proofread is printed first, and the proofreader proofreads the proof, generally three proofreading, and the typesetting is carried out after the proofreading is completed, and then the movable type board is cast, etc., and finally the printing plate is loaded and printed.

In the noise of the machine, a voice was extraordinarily loud, "Everyone work hard, if our class can take the lead in completing the task, this time the excellent team will be ours again!" ”

The man is the squad leader of the printing plant, and in order to catch up with efficiency, he is encouraging the team members to complete the task as soon as possible.

In this era, workers want to earn higher wages than their colleagues, relying on awards such as group excellence.

Over time, it is also a large number.

"Squad Leader Sun, don't say anything, this time we have to take the first place!"

"That's right, my children also want to buy this Rausch poetry collection, but it depends on my prize money."

The workers of the squad said loudly.

This scene was seen by Jiang Yulou and the editor of the poetry magazine who accompanied him to visit the printing house.

Jiang Yulou felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

After all, if it weren't for him, the workers wouldn't have had to work overtime.

And the wages of the workers in their three shifts combined, they didn't make as much money as he did when he published a book of poems.

However, the guilt in his heart flashed away.

Jiang Yulou turned his head sideways and said to Editor Lin beside him: "Editor Lin, the worker comrades of the printing house are in full swing, and it will not take long for all the 100,000 poetry collections to be printed. When the time comes, it will be transported by train and truck to post offices and Xinhua bookstores across the country. ”

At this time, the director of the printing factory replied: "Mr. Jiang, in fact, you don't have to wait for all the printing to be completed, since you take over this job, you will print as much as you want every day and send it to the whole country." According to the distance, the first batch of poetry collections has arrived at the Xinhua Bookstore, which is the farthest away from Yanjing. ”

Jiang Yulou thanked: "Director Gao has worked hard. ”

"It's all about building the motherland." Director Gao smiled honestly.

After the visit, Jiang Yulou and Lin left the printing house.

Before leaving, he took a deep look at the lovely group of workers.

Three days later, Jiang Yulou's first personal poetry collection, "Sauvignon Blanc", was officially put on sale in major post and telecommunications bureaus and Xinhua bookstores in China.

Shaanxi, the provincial capital.

Lu Yu is crouching at the desk to create, to say that on weekdays, although he has always been thinking about writing, he has never been so concerned.

Speaking of which, it was still the pressure that Jiang Yulou brought him.

This once little brother has now become a great poet who has moved the whole country, and the magic of life is nothing more than this.

"Click."

It was the sound of the door opening, and only his wife had the key in the house except him.

It should be my wife's work, right?

After thinking about it, he didn't pay much attention to it.

Lu Yu and his wife Linda got married last year, and it stands to reason that they are now in the sweet period of marriage, but he has a problem, once he wants to write something, he will devote himself wholeheartedly to it.

"Husband, what do you guess I bought at Xinhua Bookstore today?"

Lu Yu was immersed in creation, so he impatiently said perfunctorily: "Oh, what is it? ”

At this time, the wife pushed open the bedroom door, "It's a collection of poems, the author must be familiar to you." ”

Lu Yu stopped his pen and frowned: "The poet I am familiar with has published a collection of poems? ”

He thought carefully about the poets he had known over the years, and it seemed that no one was qualified to publish a poetry collection.

"Who do I really know?"

Linda replied, "It's Jiang Yulou, who submitted to your magazine before. ”

"What, it's the Jade Building? No way! Lu Yu's heart was full of surprise.

Jiang Yulou is talented, but publishing a poetry collection is not the same as publishing one or two poems.

Linda shook the poetry book in her hand, "Look at it, the poetry collection has been bought, can there be a fake?" ”

Lu Yu's face changed slightly, and he snatched the magazine from his wife's hand.

He glanced at the cover, and there was no doubt that it was a new book.

The name of the poetry collection is "Sauvignon Blanc", and the creator is also Jiang Yulou.

Linda couldn't hold back her curiosity and asked, "The love poems he writes are so good, husband, do you think he is particularly popular with girls?" ”

"Probably not." Lu Yu replied casually, he was actually not sure in his heart.

After answering a sentence, his mind was placed on the poetry collection "Sauvignon Blanc".

He wanted to see what kind of poems Jiang Yulou had written, and some magazines were willing to publish a poetry collection for him.

"The black bird cries and scatters the jade building in the sky, and the lonely boat crosses the twilight

I don't know where to go, and Mochizuki doesn't ask if it's a ...... in the west and the east."

It was only the first poem that he fell silent.

It's a poem, and it's so well written, it's not an exaggeration to say that it's very affectionate.

He looked at the next few poems, and it can be said that they are not inferior to the first one, and even the poems "Once Upon a Time" and "Naturally" are not inferior to "See or See" published in Yanhe literature.

After a while, Lu Yu muttered: "Yulou has made progress again." ”

Not only has it progressed, it can be said that it is the peak of its debut, and there is no trace of going downhill!

"Yes, he writes so well that the women in our factory love his poems." Linda smiled happily and didn't care about her husband's expression at all.

Lu Yu laughed at himself: "Yes, why don't you call him the little prince of love poems." ”

"Husband, aren't you familiar with him, can you help me get a book of poems signed by him."

Looking at his wife's longing eyes, Lu Yu shook his head helplessly.

"Can't you?"

"I'll write a letter and ask in a few days."

A bright smile immediately appeared on Linda's face, "Thank you." ”

"Old husband and wife, what are you talking about?" Lu rumored.

At night, Lu Yu and his wife leaned on the head of the bed, and his wife was holding Jiang Yulou's poetry collection in her hand, and she was still muttering something from time to time.

Lu Yu glanced at the time, and his wife was already asleep at this time.

It's just a love poem, is it so charming?

As his wife's husband, his heart was sour, so he said to his wife: "Linda, it's not early, go to sleep." ”

"I'll look at it later." His wife replied to him without raising her head, still immersed in the romantic fantasy created by the love poem.

Lu Yu sighed in his heart, even he, a married man, had a heart-pounding feeling when he read the love poems in the poetry collection, let alone a woman like his wife.

Alas, compared with Yulou's love poems, the poems he published before were completely inadequate.

It seems that if you want not to be left behind by the little brother, you can only work the novel.