Evening.

Fuwenyuan.

In a certain room, three bachelors of the fifth grade of Confucianism and Taoism are finalizing the draft of "Nanping Wenbao" to be released tomorrow.

"Nanping Wenbao" is a daily issue, publishing the latest poetry, articles and works in the literary world, as well as the latest news about state affairs released by the court.

Therefore, even ordinary people can learn about world affairs through "Nanping Wenbao".

In addition to the various materials collected by "Nanping Wenbao", readers can also submit their own works to the Academy of Arts and Sciences to apply for publication. After approval and proofreading by three editors, the works can be published and submitted to the newspaper.

In this way, the literary name can be spread far and wide.

"Nanping Wenbao" is extremely popular among readers, and many readers submit articles almost every day, but not many articles can be selected by bachelors.

Only when "Nanping Wenbao" is facing a low season for content, will it settle for the next best thing and publish the best ones from other people's submissions.

"Hey... I'm so tired after a busy day!"

"It takes more brains than writing an article myself."

"I have to review so many articles every day. If I continue like this, my hair will be bald..."

The three editors reviewed the manuscript for a whole day and were exhausted.

Every day before leaving get off work, we would spit on each other, but we would still arrive at work on time tomorrow morning.

Although it is hard to compile manuscripts, you will know the world's affairs. Over time, you will read a lot of books and your knowledge will become deeper.

The editor-in-chief is named "Dongfang Xiong" and is known as "Mr. Dongfang".

"Three adults, what a happy event! What a happy event!"

A sixth-grade Hanlin came to the room in a hurry, bowed to the three of them first, and then said happily: "In the Xuemei Literary Society held today, Du Ning, a student of the Hanyi Society, composed three Mingzhou poems in a row, which is worthy of mentioning.

Called a great talent."

"What! One person wrote three Mingzhou poems in a row!"

"How is it possible! How can there be such a student in Hanyi Society!"

"Lao Wan, don't talk nonsense!"

The three editors looked at each other and felt very incredible.

Writing Mingzhou poems is nothing unusual.

To be able to compose three Mingzhou poems in one breath has stumped many scholars.

It’s amazing!

"Wan didn't dare to lie. Now this poem has been widely circulated in our Nanping Mansion. I copied the three poems and asked three adults to read them."

As Wan Hanlin spoke, he submitted the copied copies of "Yong Mei", "Due to Snow" and "Snow Plum" on the desk.

After the trip, the three of them could not help but marvel.

"Good poem! Good poem! Good poem!"

"What a three-poem chorus, there are such students in Hanyi Club!"

"These three poems are so exquisite that they are easily published in Nanping Wenbao!"

"This man is a great talent! Presumably this student named Du Ning must be a scholar, right?" Dongfang Xiong asked

Wan Hanlin replied: "He is a top-notch boy."

"Does this person have any fame?" Dongfang Xiong asked again.

"Not yet enrolled in the liberal arts college."

The three of them were extremely shocked.

But more than that, it’s unbelievable.

"A high-ranking Tongsheng has no fame, but he can compose three poems about Mingzhou at the Xuemei Cultural Festival and publish them in Nanping Wenbao. This is definitely a big news!"

"It's hard to decide on the manuscript for tomorrow's newspaper. It seems that we have to revise it again."

"Lao Wan, why did you send these three poems just now?"

The three of them looked at Wan Hanlin with anger.

Wan Hanlin bowed and said: "The time has come. It's time for me to go home and have dinner. Take my leave."

"…………"

The three of them looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

After re-editing the "Nanping Wenbao" that will be published tomorrow, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

The sun is setting at this time.

There were footsteps outside the room again, making the three of them instantly nervous.

"Three adults, it turns out you are still here. It's great. I've caught up with you."

Another Hanlin came to the three editors and bowed respectfully.

The three people's faces were gloomy, but they remained calm.

"Lao Cai, it's already o'clock, you... haven't gone home for dinner yet?"

Dongfang Xiong stared at Cai Hanlin with a nervous look on his face.

This guy didn't come early or late, but he still came at this time, which means that he came to increase the workload a little before they get off work.

Cai Hanlin smiled apologetically and said: "My lords, this is a new article published by Jieying Press. I hope it will be published in tomorrow's Nanping Wenbao. Please take a look at it."

After finishing speaking, he submitted the article to the Internet.

Dongfang Xiong and the others looked at Cai Hanlin with even more anger.

"Three...three adults...what...Xiaguan...Xiaguan has gone home for dinner. Take your leave."

Cai Hanlin shuddered and hurried away before he could finish his words.

After the tour, the three of them looked at each other, and their expressions turned out to be quite wonderful.

…………

The next day, it was sunny after the snow.

Zhang Ji Tea House.

This is where Du Ning works part-time.

Early in the morning, Du Ning was in the teahouse wiping the tables, cleaning tea sets, preparing tea, etc.

Holding "Nanping Wenbao" in hand, many scholars came to the teahouse in groups to taste the latest poems and articles.

"Dude, serve tea!"

"Come on!"

Du Ning skillfully served tea and fruit snacks.

"Your honor, please!"

The scholars at the tea table spread out their papers and newspapers, and the discussion was intense.

When Du Ning was serving tea and water to the guests, he could also hear what everyone was talking about.

"Du Ning, a student from the Hanyi Club, composed three Mingzhou poems with the Xuemei Lou Wenhui. He can be called a talented person from a poor family!"

"Three poems sing in unison, I admire you! I admire you!"

"Then isn't Du Mingzhou the waiter in this teahouse?"

"Shopkeeper Zhang, your teahouse is going to be popular. Mr. Du's literary reputation is spread far and wide. Many scholars will come to your house to drink tea in the future!"

There was a middle-aged man at the counter. After hearing these words, he immediately laughed happily.

The look he looked at Du Ning became more pleasing to the eye.

"I really didn't expect that Du Ning has such a literary talent. From now on, people who pass by will spread the word, and more and more people will know that Du Ning is a waiter in our teahouse, and the customer flow will definitely be full in the future.

”

Shopkeeper Zhang squinted his eyes, as if he had discovered a business opportunity.

But then, more intense discussions broke out in the crowd.

Everyone discussed that Jieyingshe published an article titled "Children's Arrogance" in "Nanping Wenbao".

The person who wrote this article was none other than Zhao Dongcheng. Between laughing and scolding, he satirized Du Ning for his bad conduct, lack of respect, and contempt for the powerful. The three Mingzhou poems he wrote at the Xuemei Cultural Conference were all plagiarized from others.

Created by inspiration, shameless.

After the scholars analyzed it, they immediately made heated remarks.

"What a Du Ning! What a Du Mingzhou, the name is not worthy of the name, and he is a scholar in vain!"

"Three poems singing in unison are all bullshit!"
To be continued...