The fate of writers

Chapter 8: unanimous praise, submission hits a wall

The next day, the sun was shining brightly, which was a good weather for submission.

The first thing Jiang Ling did after waking up was to refine his manuscript.After refinement, she found Xiao Bottle as the first reader of the manuscript.

Xiao Ping looked at Jiang Ling who came to him with the manuscript excitedly and said helplessly, "Miss, I can't read."

"Ah? Oh, then I'll read it to you, and I'll also call mother, Xiaotian and Sister Meng." Only then did Jiang Ling react.She enthusiastically gathered everyone at once.

Jiang Ling is not a professional storyteller, she doesn't have any ups and downs, the ability to mobilize emotions, but the story itself is exciting enough.At first, the four of them who were just coaxing the children were fascinated.

After ten thousand words, Jiang Ling stopped, drank a cup of tea, and moistened her throat. She was really exhausted from talking so much.

"What's in the back, what's in the back?" Xiao Ping hurriedly chased after the plot.

Xiao Tian and Sister Meng stared at Jiang Ling with irresistible eyes.

As Jiang Ling's mother and the only literate woman in the Jiang family, Liu Zhi snatched the manuscript from Jiang Ling and read it by herself.

"There's nothing in the back. I haven't written it yet. Do you think it's okay for me to submit this novel to the newspaper?" Jiang Ling asked.

"It's gone. It's a pity." The little bottle was full of meaning.

"I think so. If Missy's novels are not good, the newspaper has no vision." Xiao Tian felt that the stories written by Jiang Ling were more attractive than the operas performed by the troupe from the village from time to time. .

"When the eldest lady writes the second chapter, we will still be your audience." Sister Meng also wanted to know the follow-up plot and whether Gu An has embarked on the path of studying.

Jiang Ling looked at Liuzhi who hadn't spoken yet, but Liuzhi just frowned at the manuscript, and finally said: "A Ling, it's time for you to practice your handwriting. Your father is good at writing, A tiger father has no dog daughter, so you can’t be so negligent in practice, otherwise, if readers write to you in the future, how will you reply?”

"I know." Jiang Ling blushed and agreed.Fortunately, in the second half, Liuzhi expressed her approval of Jiang Ling's novels. She believed that Jiang Ling's novels would attract many readers.

"How about I teach you how to read? In the future, the Jiang family will definitely have no shortage of newspapers to read. If you can read, you can read newspapers by yourself and read your favorite novels." Jiang Ling said to Xiao Ping, Xiao Tian and Sister Meng, The more she thought about it, the more she realized that her idea was right. They became literate and liberated her.

"I can also read and write?" Xiaoping is the youngest, and the light in her eyes can see her desire for literacy.Xiaoping is eager to read and write, but he is a little unconfident.

"How dare I bother the eldest lady? The eldest lady's time is very precious. It's not worth wasting it on us." Xiaotian started from the theory of value. She felt that their literacy was a waste of Jiang Ling's time.

"How old am I, how can I learn it? Thank you very much, Miss, for your kindness." Sister Meng was very grateful to Jiang Ling, but she didn't think she could learn it.

"Of course, the most holy teacher said that there is no distinction between education and everyone can read. We all have twelve hours a day, who is even more than the other? It is the merit of education to teach you how to read. .As long as you want to learn, it is never too late. I will teach you five characters a day, which is not too much. It is easy to remember after dinner and after dinner. What do you think, mother?" Jiang Ling asked.

Liu Zhi felt that Jiang Ling seemed to be glowing, and she was sure that Jiang Ling really wanted to do this.In this case, as a mother, I had no choice but to support: "I think it's okay. If you forget the name of the word and how to write it, you can ask me."

"Mother agrees, so the literacy program will start tomorrow!" Jiang Ling said with a final word.The matter of literacy is thus finalized.

Before Jiang Ling set off, she opened the system light screen again. She wanted to see if the artificial mental retardation could give her any good advice.

The system interface is expanded.

[No one understands the Wenhao system better than me and sincerely serves you.Your basic information is as follows:
Unique identification code: 945123333333
Pen name: Qianli Jiangling

Impact factor: zero
Pseudonyms used in this time and space: None

This space-time literary work: "Nongjiazi Qingyun Road"]

Jiang Ling discovered that the six characters "Nongjiazi Qingyun Road" could be expanded, so she clicked again to expand "Nongjiazi Qingyun Road".

【"Nongjiazi Qingyun Road"

Plot: Fairly engaging.

Writing: Let’s practice again.

Characters: distinctive, each with its own characteristics.

General comment: As your first work, it is generally quite remarkable, but...]

Jiang Ling tried his best to get rid of the discomfort in his heart, focus on the but, and then make revisions according to the criticism.It is always difficult to face up to one's own shortcomings and mistakes.

Fortunately, Jiang Ling always remembered his original intention of writing the article.Her goal is to be famous, famous, famous.Get more influence factors and work hard to unlock the final gift pack!
Jiang Ling writes for the sake of fame and fortune. It is not enough for her to feel good about herself, and readers like her.

After Jiang Ling revised it, he re-read it again, and received unanimous praise from the four women. They couldn't describe it, but they just felt that it became more interesting after the revision.

Jiang Ling walked out of the house confidently with the refined [-]-character manuscript.

Most of the newspaper offices are gathered in Dongfang, and the first newspaper Jiang Ling chooses to contribute is the Xinyue Club in Yin County, which has the longest operating time, the best sales and the greatest influence.

There are three major newspapers and periodicals under the name of Xinyue Society, and Shangxian is the best-selling and the competition is the fiercest.

What Jiang Ling wanted to vote for was the First String Magazine under the name of the New Moon Club.She felt that she had the qualifications to be a crested head, so she had a clear goal from the very beginning and raised a pseudonym in Shangxian Magazine.

Jiang Ling stood outside the gate of the New Moon Club, seeing the busy and prosperous inside, suddenly became ambitious.This kind of newspaper is suitable for her and can achieve mutual success. She is a writer who will be popular in Dayan in the future!
Jiang Ling walked in.Most of the people coming and going in the entire Crescent Society were men. Jiang Ling, a woman among them, stood out from the crowd and received a lot of overt and covert looks.

"Miss, may I ask why you came to the New Moon Club?" A middle-aged man in a gray gown and mustache, who seemed to be of a certain age, greeted him. He saw that Jiang Ling was not badly dressed, could it be who? Mister's readers are coming?

"I wrote a [-]-character novel, and I want to submit it to the magazine. Could you read it?" Jiang Ling handed over his manuscript.

The middle-aged man was stunned. This was the first time he met a lady who personally contributed to the Crescent Club.

Those who were close to each other laughed out loud when they heard what Jiang Ling said, and some even patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder.

Jiang Ling didn't know what was so funny.She handed the manuscript forward again.

The middle-aged man had no choice but to accept the manuscript, he read it quickly, and then wanted to return the manuscript to Jiang Ling, he said carefully: "Miss is exquisite in writing, but it is a pity that it is not suitable for our New Moon Club. Maybe you can vote for another club."

(End of this chapter)