The fate of writers

Chapter 15 Jichuan will definitely urge you to write next time

Last time I wrote that Gu An was recommended to study with Bai Xiucai in the town, and the Gu family had another disagreement.

Everyone in the Gu family clearly realized that Gu An had a talent for reading.At the same time, they all knew how expensive it would be for Gu An to officially enter the imperial examination.The Liu family in the same village can be considered a wealthy family because they provide for a child who is praised as talented to study, and they have a good home, from occasionally eating white flour buns to living in tight clothes and eating chaffy vegetables.

The Liu family didn't even produce a child, and several girls in the Liu family were also implicated, making it difficult for them to marry each other.How come the Liu family doesn't wake people up when they are like this? Who knows that the Gu family won't be the next Liu family?
And Gu An's second aunt's daughter is already thirteen, which is a good age to propose marriage. If everyone in the ten miles and eight villages knows that the Gu family supports a scholar, how will Sanniang propose marriage?
Therefore, the reaction of the second aunt of the Gu family was particularly fierce. She said: "You can't get a golden phoenix with a mud leg, so you have to accept your fate."

Gu An understood the second aunt, so he issued a military order, saying that he would be given three years, and he would definitely learn something. By then, the third sister would only be sixteen, which is a very good time. If he wins, Dingmo will win. Si Shu gave Third Sister a dowry.If he fails, he will stop studying and work as a bookkeeper in the town to repay the kindness of his elders.

In this way, under Gu An's oath, the second aunt who reacted most fiercely also hesitated. Although she was digging in the ground, what if she could confess someone who flew up the branches?If Gu An reads it out, the marriage that her third mother talked about will be improved to a higher level.

Gu An's reading crisis was temporarily resolved, and he was successfully recruited by Bai Xiucai, a new starting point and a new journey.

In the past three years, Gu An kept writing and worked diligently. Although he ranked last, he at least gained fame as a child.Don't let Gu Sanniang waste her time in vain.

When Jiang Ling wrote this, she stopped writing. She felt that the protagonist in the pen seemed to be going too smoothly, as if all difficulties would be solved easily.Her life was not so smooth, how could the protagonist in her novel be luckier than her.

You can't be too arrogant, you have to give him a little bit of suffering.

At this moment, Xiaoping knocked on the door: "Miss, Editor Zhou is here."

"Please come in." Jiang Ling put away his pen and ink.Well, it's not that she doesn't want to write, it's because she has a visitor.

"Qianli, I'm here to ask about the manuscript..." Zhou Zhou went straight to the point. He came just to urge the manuscript.

"Jichuan, drink tea first, I must be very tired after walking for so long." Jiang Ling interrupted.She brought a cup of tea herself.

"Ah, thank you." Zhou Zhou reached out and took the tea cup. He really felt a little thirsty.As soon as he touched it, he knew that with this scalding temperature, he was not worthy of drinking this cup of tea after all.

Zhou Zhou put down the teacup, and continued to urge: "The response on Qingyun Road is very good, we have to strike while the iron is hot, can we deliver it twice in the second half of the month?"

"Ah, this..." Jiang Ling looked around, but didn't look at Zhou Zhou. She didn't even finish writing the second chapter, "The content of the first chapter should be enough, and I think I can't dominate the front page all the time. Give other colleagues a chance."

Zhou Zhou has been in the industry for more than ten years, and he knew that Jiang Ling hadn't finished writing. He couldn't help feeling a little bit, how could talented authors like to procrastinate so much!However, the conditions in Jiang Ling's family are acceptable, and the most effective method is that money incentives cannot be used.In this case, we have to talk about life, ideals, and friendship.

"Second time, how much did you write for Qianli?" Zhou Zhou felt that he needed to grasp Jiang Ling's progress first, and then decide the frequency of door-to-door reminders.

"It's coming, it's coming." Jiang Ling said with a guilty conscience.

"How fast is it?" Zhou Zhou pressed forward step by step.

"It's almost finished." Jiang Ling's thumb and index finger were infinitely close but there was still a little gap.

Zhou Zhou saw through Jiang Ling's trick at a glance. An author who owed a lot of manuscripts was in a completely different state from an author who had completed or nearly completed the assignment.

"Don't blur the concept, is it a little bit or a billion bit?" Zhou Zhou also followed Jiang Ling's gestures, and the distance between his thumb and index finger continued to enlarge.

"Just a little bit. Ji Chuan, don't worry, the Jiang family has a long history, promises a thousand gold, and will definitely deliver the manuscript on time. It's just that we have encountered a little difficulty at the moment." Jiang Ling said solemnly, and she almost patted her chest to promise.

"If you have any difficulties, as your editor and also as your friend, I have the responsibility to help you." Zhou Zhoucai didn't believe the author's lies. They would only talk to the editor with sweet words but not move a single word.

"Thank you Jichuan for your kindness. I can only understand the author's affairs. In the end, the author has to solve it himself." Jiang Ling refused.

"Jichuan, don't worry, we need to take a long-term view. It is precisely because Qingyun Road has won the favor of the public that we can't fool readers. We must ensure quality every time, understand?" Jiang Ling painted Made a big circle.

Zhou Zhou refused to eat the cake painted by Jiang Ling. He said indifferently: "Take out the manuscript and let me take a look."

"The novel still needs to be read over and over again, and it's still a half-finished product, so it's not easy to meet people." Jiang Ling declined politely.

"Take it out, I'm your editor, just to help you proofread." Zhou Zhou stretched out his right hand.

"Okay." Jiang Ling saw that he couldn't shirk, so he had to take out the semi-finished product that had been put away.

After seeing Jiang Ling's manuscript, Zhou Zhou only felt his blood pressure soar. If he remembered correctly, it seemed to be the same as when he came last time.Jiang Ling hasn't written at all these days, has he?
Jiang Ling coyly explained: "Although its content hasn't changed much, it has become more... In short, I have refined it, and you see, I wrote these two sheets today."

Jiang Ling took out the two pictures with obviously updated ink marks and put them on top, with a proud look on his face.

"Are you still very proud?" Zhou Zhou's voice soared.

Jiang Ling looked at Zhou Zhou's darker and darker face, and gradually put away his proud little expression.

"I swear, the day after tomorrow at the latest, I will definitely deliver the manuscript." Jiang Ling swore.

Faced with Jiang Ling's decisive words, Zhou Zhou chose to believe her for once.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl is not like the other authors under him.Just running in, Jiang Ling's reputation is not yet bankrupt, and Zhou Zhou has not yet found a suitable way to urge manuscripts.

"The day after tomorrow at the latest?" Zhou Zhou asked.

"Definitely deliver the manuscript!" Jiang Ling replied.

Zhou Zhou's main purpose was to press the manuscript. Now that he had Jiang Ling's promise, he also planned to leave.

"Jichuan, walk slowly!" Jiang Ling's words were full of joy.

"The manuscript for November should be prepared earlier, don't delay any more. It's all your progress to complete, it's okay to delay for a while, but can you keep procrastinating?" Zhou Zhou's expression was very dangerous, like that of Jiang Ling If there is any further delay, she will have to show her a method that belongs to his years of experience as an editor.

"Surely submit the manuscript on time, next time!" Jiang Ling sent Zhou Zhou away, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Turning her head, she said to Xiao Ping: "Next time, if Jichuan comes to urge you for a manuscript, just say I'm not here!"

(End of this chapter)