Chapter 953

After the Confucian journal also issued articles for paid contributions, it pushed the wave of patent law to a climax. Scholars were ready to stretch out their hands, but Confucianism magazine offered the same conditions as ink magazine. These royalties were not a small amount for scholars from poor families.

For a moment, an envelope containing the manuscript flew to the Confucian journal like a snowflake. Every scholar took out his favorite works. After all, this is a good opportunity to be famous and profitable.

In the ink magazine, Tian Mou looked at the mountain of manuscripts in front of him tired, shook his head and said in disappointment: "there are so many poems that none can be used."

One side of Mo Sany said with a bitter smile: "old Tian, all blame Confucianism for following the trend. Scholars all over the world have submitted their manuscripts to Confucianism, and those who have submitted their poetry manuscripts to Mo are poetry lovers who have not been admitted to children!"

The Mohist school offered such a heavy bargaining chip that no one came to contribute. Most of them were vendors who had studied, and there were hundreds of other people. Compared with the literati who had been immersed in poetry for many years, the poems they wrote were simply unattractive.

"In my opinion, although the cashier doesn't have a degree, his poems are unique and can be used!" Mo San had to pick a general from the short man and find one who can take out his hand.

Tian Mou looked at it and said helplessly, "it's just the middle and lower. If it's compared with Confucian poems, it will be laughed off!"

Although Tian Mou did not read the Confucian journal, he also knew that the Confucian journal would certainly have countless superior poems to choose from. The poems written by the cashier would fall into the disadvantage without comparison.

Mo San heard the speech and said helplessly, "up to now, there is only a thousand gold to buy horse bones!"

Although Mo magazine did not solicit good articles, it can force Confucian magazine to solicit contributions with compensation and increase the value of copyright. That is a great victory, and the money is worth it.

However, Tian Mou was unwilling to give up. As soon as he took over the Confucian journal, he deeply liked the job and was able to criticize current politics. What a pleasant ambition he had in mind. He had to do his best, even the most remote poetry column.

"In my opinion, we are the fans of the situation and the onlookers are clear. Ink magazine has the most talented poet. Why do you ask others!" Tian Mou moved in his heart and stroked his beard.

"The most talented poet!" Mo Sanyi was stunned and suddenly said, "old Tian said young master!"

Tian Mou snorted coldly, "that's nature. How many people can surpass Merton in terms of poets in the world? You can certainly compare Confucianism with the ink house by asking for a poem."

"That's not good! If we only use the young master's poems when we solicit contributions, I'm afraid people will gossip!" if Ink magazine sends the contribution fee of poems to Merton, it's suspected that fat water doesn't flow to outsiders.

Tian Mou waved his big hand and said, "it's easy to do. Then hire two at the same time. Merton's poems are calculated according to a thousand words, and the poems in the accounting room are calculated according to a thousand words and a hundred words, which is regarded as buying horse bones."

Mo San nodded helplessly. For today's plan, it's the only way.

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"What, let me write poetry!" in the ink house, Merton looked at the uninvited Mo San with a surprised face.

Mo nodded and said, "young master, only you can write peerless poems in person, can you save the decline of Mo magazine!"

Merton was angry and said with a smile, "you think the peerless poems are Chinese cabbage. Grab a handful!"

Mo San immediately chatted up and felt ashamed. He was still incompetent and even came to embarrass the young master.

"What's the matter?" Princess Changle happened to come and asked curiously.

"It's Mo San Meng Lang who wants to ask the young master to write a poem for Mo magazine." Mo San is ashamed.

"Write poetry? I haven't seen my husband write poetry for a long time!" Princess Changle said coyly.

Merton immediately raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand, and rebuked Fang Qiu. "Why is it difficult? Madam, wait a minute. I'll write a poem for you."

Princess Changle, cheering like a fan, quickly took out paper and pen from the room.

Merton was looking forward to in the eyes of Princess Changle. At that moment, he was full of pride, picked up his pen and waved at once.

Mo San was like a mess in the wind. Is this what the young master said?

Princess Changle ignored the dazed Mo San. She couldn't wait to grab the rice paper and read it.

"Ten li Ping Lake is covered with frost, inch inch inch green silk worries about the year of China, looking at each other only at the shape of the moon, only admiring mandarin ducks, not immortals."

The readers of Princess Changle can't help being infatuated. She can feel the pure love in this poem only from between the lines.

"Look at each other at the shape of the moon, only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals!" Mo San was overjoyed when he listened to the poems. Although he didn't understand the poems, he could also hear that the young master's poem was much better than that of the accounting room.

"Xianggong, I don't know the name of this poem?" Princess Changle saw that Merton had only written four poems, but she didn't have the name of writing poems.

Merton thought for a moment and solemnly wrote down four words, "beautiful girl ghost".

"Beautiful ghost?" Princess Changle said in surprise.

Merton nodded and said, "this is a very sad and beautiful love story. In the previous dynasty, there was a collection scholar named Ning caichen. Once on the way of collection, he slept in a desolate temple lanruo temple at night............................."

With Merton's eloquence, a sad and beautiful love story slowly unfolds.

Mo San trembled with excitement. He was really right today. He didn't expect that he not only harvested such classic poems, but also the novels serialized in Mo magazine. He believed that the ghost of a beautiful woman must be no less than the sensation caused by Liang Zhu before.

Among the ink periodicals, it seems that it is time to finalize the latest issue of ink periodicals, but Mo San, who went to the ink house for poetry, still hasn't come back.

"Editor in chief! Can we finalize the edition!" an ink magazine editor came to urge.

Tian Mou shook his head and said, "don't panic, wait!"

This issue is the first issue of paid solicitation. Ink magazine must be popular. As long as you can ask for Merton's poems, even the delay is worth it.

After a long time, when Tian Mou couldn't wait, Mo San hurried back to Mo magazine.

"But please come to Merton's poem!" Tian Mou's eyes lit up.

Mo Sanyi nodded excitedly, reached out and took out a poem from his arms and handed it to Tian Mou.

"Beautiful ghost!"

Tian Mou took it and frowned. He was a rigid and stubborn man. He didn't like these loving poems. According to his original plan, if he could ask for Mohist's impassioned frontier fortress poems, it would be the most perfect.

However, this is not the time for him to be picky. Merton's love poems are also good. At present, he has the patience to read them.

"Ten Mile Ping Lake is covered with frost............................"

Tian Mou read softly and couldn't help shaking his head slightly. Although this poem is much better than the poems of the accounting room, it is much worse than Merton's previous poems.

"Let's make do with it!" Tian Mou was slightly disappointed. The popularity he expected must be greatly reduced. Maybe it can't compare with Confucianism.

One side of Mo San didn't know Tian Mou's psychology. He sold Guan Zi and said, "don't worry, old Tian. This poem alone may not be anything, but if you add this article, you can certainly make this poem immortal!"

Mo San said, took out a thick manuscript from his arms and handed it to Tian Mou.

Tian Mou took the manuscript and looked at it heavily. He couldn't help shrinking his eyes. He saw the same four big characters written on the title page of the manuscript.

"Ghost of a beautiful girl"

"This is......" Tian Mou said incredulously.

Mo San nodded heavily and said, "yes, this is the novel with the same name as this poem, a novel not inferior to Liang Zhu."