1840 Indian Rebirth

Chapter 162 [Shocked!The truth about the Great Irish Famine was...]

The essay contest is in full swing.Anyone who can read and write, even if he can't write, has to cobble together an article to submit.

In more than ten days, [-] articles flooded into the submission mailbox.

However, among the more than 5000 submissions, at least [-] can be described as "young", and the vocabulary is obviously not enough. People with a few hundred vocabularies write thousands of words, and the content is difficult to read.

Others are even more like the "Ping An Sutra", full of nonsense, as if they were randomly generated by a computer.

After reading these articles, Ma Shao couldn't help but regret the setting of the essay rules.

If he had known this earlier, he should have only solicited papers for those who had attended advanced mathematics and science classes. Now a large number of people from lower grades and literacy classes came to join in the fun, which brought great difficulties to the review work.

However, he still decided to review the manuscript himself.

Although the number of submissions is as high as [-], the review is not too troublesome.

First of all, he ordered people to divide the submissions into two groups, one group was from students from lower grades and literacy classes, and the other group was from students from senior grades and advanced mathematics and science classes.

For the former, Mashao’s review speed is about ten seconds to half a minute, and the end of the review is just a few glances at the beginning and the end, and thousands of articles are reviewed every day.

This reminded him of the high school Chinese examination in his previous life. Although he was a physics teacher in his previous life, he had also witnessed the assembly line examination of the Chinese teacher, and the speed was as fast as his.

Although the thousands of articles in the lower grade group are generally not very good, there are also a few good ones.

It is not bad because the content is really good, but more importantly, the author.

The authors of these low-grade articles that Mashao appreciated were all children under the age of ten. Although the content is not top-notch, they have great potential, so Mashao decided to set up a "Special Encouragement Award" for them. book.

It takes more than ten hours to solve most of the submissions that join in the fun, and the remaining articles need to be read more carefully.

For the articles of the senior group, Ma Shuo will read at least half a minute, and some will read the whole article.

Anyone who asked him to read the entire article would basically get an encouragement award of ten dollars.

The review and submission are carried out at the same time. People submit articles every day, and Mashao also takes time to review the manuscript every day.

As time approaches the deadline, the number of articles sent to Horse Post every day is also decreasing.

However, the quality of the articles has improved significantly.

These unhurried writers obviously have more patience and have carefully polished their articles.

The time has come to December 12st. On this evening, the Apache News Agency's essay contest will end and no submissions will be accepted.

But until evening, there were still people in Sleeping Bear City who were busy writing manuscripts.

A man was smoking a pipe, the room was filled with layers of smoke, and a manuscript was placed in front of him.

The manuscript is written throughout in unusually neat letters that almost look like printed matter.

There are also many waste manuscripts piled up next to them, all of which have been twisted into paper balls and scattered on the table and the ground.

"Still eating?" A woman walked in.

The man frowned, his eyes still lingering on the manuscript: "I always feel that something is missing..."

The woman came over and looked at it for a while: "The Great Irish Famine—Your title doesn't look appealing at all, it's almost like nothing."

"Then what title do you think should be used?" the man asked.

The woman thought for a while, and then did not answer. Instead, she took the quill directly and added words before and after the title.

Originally titled The Great Irish Famine, the revised title reads Shock!The truth about the great Irish famine is that ... ".

The man was a little annoyed: "The words you added are not aligned!"

"Why don't you copy it again? It's getting dark, why don't you hurry up and submit your manuscript?" the woman said.

The man looked at the sky outside the window and could only sigh slightly. He took the manuscript and went straight to the notice board, and stuffed the article into the submission mailbox.

Not long after, the soldiers next to the notice board tore off the call for papers notice to indicate the end of the call for papers, and then picked up the mailbox and entered the chief's hall.

"Great Chief, High Priest, this is the last batch of submissions," said the soldier.

"Okay, let's put it on the table." Ma Whistle said casually, and at the same time buried himself in writing.

After the soldiers left, he took the key to open the mailbox, took out dozens of submissions, and sorted them out.

The rainy day next to him took the manuscript written by the horse whistle and flipped through it: ""Thermodynamics"... Is this the new textbook you edited for the advanced mathematics and science class?"

"Yes, but not yet. The students in advanced courses in mathematics and science do not have the ability to learn it." Ma Shao said, "Strictly speaking, this is a new textbook for physicists all over the world."

"worldwide?"

"Yes, all physicists must read this book written by an American savage." Ma Whistle said.

Then he looked to the last batch of submissions, and one of them caught his eye almost immediately.

"Shock!The truth about the great Irish famine is..."

Seeing this title, he couldn't help but stare, feeling as if he had returned to the era of mobile Internet in a trance.

I wanted to ask about thermodynamics again on a rainy day, but I was also attracted by this title and looked at the contribution.

The shocking department of U C is regarded as the master of the 21st century title party.

Undoubtedly, this is a cross-generational invention for people in the nineteenth century, and it is difficult to resist its temptation on a rainy day.

Although the horse whistle has long been commonplace in my previous life and I didn't even look at it, it was the first time I saw the title of the Ministry of Shock in the nineteenth century, and I couldn't help but feel fresh and read it carefully.

Facts have proved that there is no necessary connection between title party and content.

There can still be heavy content under the exaggerated title, and nonsense under the serious title.

This article is typical. Although it has the title of a marketing account for later generations, the content is quite superb.

Its narration and discussion combined with the news discussed the man-made disasters during the Great Irish Famine, criticized the feudal monarchy and the exploitation of the people by capitalists, and denounced colonialism.

Moreover, the expression of the article is very contagious, eloquent and passionate, just like a call to arms.

This kind of attitude is very common in Sleeping Bear City. This is not the most popular, and there are others that are so popular that they can be described as extreme.

However, it is almost the only one that can be written in such a detailed and powerful way.

When Horse Whistle and Rainy Day read this article, they reached a consensus: "This should be the first prize."

"That's right." Horse Whistle nodded, then looked at the author's name, "Thick smoke."

"It turned out to be him." Rain said.

"Why?" Ma Shao had no impression of this person.

Rainy day explained: "He is an Arapaho war criminal, but a few months ago, he successfully read through the "Spiritual Oracle", and I gave him freedom."

(End of this chapter)