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The pseudonym Yan Heqing had already gained popularity on a small scale when Qiao Jing created "Beggar".

After the book "Beggar" was finished, many readers wrote to the newspaper, hoping to see Mr. Yan Heqing's new works as soon as possible.But even the readers who came to urge manuscripts understand that new books cannot be written just because they want to, and they are all prepared to wait for a month according to past experience.

No one expected that after just one week, Yan Heqing published his new novel in the novel column of "Oriental Daily".

After noticing this, many people thought in their hearts that the "Oriental Daily" had finally found the chief author, and at the same time they opened the newspaper, wanting to see what the author wrote again——

Then, they blew up.

"No reason!"

In a courtyard house, the patriarch of a certain big family directly threw the newspaper on the ground, looking at his expression as if he was eager to step on his feet again: "I thought the author had good writing skills before, but he turned out to be a sensationalist! The newspaper office is also in a coma. Turns out, actually, actually published this kind of article about prostitutes in the newspaper! It’s really shameless!!!”

Inside the tea house.

Two literati were standing in front of the table arguing about the novel serialized in "Dongfang Beijing News" today. How could the blushing and thick-necked appearance look like a scholar?It's simply Sven sweeping the floor.

There was a group of idlers around them, eating melon seeds while watching the two people spitting and arguing:

"Yan Heqing's move is No. 1 in the past and present! This article is comparable to Cao Gong's first "Dream of Red Mansions", and he will definitely be a great master in the future!"

"Nonsense! This kind of stinking writing is not worthy of being polished by Mr. Cao! Mr. Cao wrote about girls from good families. What is Yan Heqing's writing called? It's called low class! Slut!!!"

"Joke, "The Crossing of All Beings" writes about these Goulan women, isn't it because Mr. Yan has insight into the world, so he mourns their misfortune?"

"Bah! Yan Heqing is a clown who can't make it into the hall of elegance!"

Controversies like this are still going on in many similar places.

In just one week, Xu Weixin has changed from being happy because readers are sending more and more letters to the newspaper, to the state where he now looks bitter whenever he sees the letters.

Every day, at least two postmen come to the newspaper office, and there are so many letters delivered that they can't even be burned as firewood.At the beginning, Xu Xiaoming would try his best to pick out some letters of praise and pass them on to Qiao Jing. Later, even this honest man became a buddhist—whatever he likes, anyway, as long as these readers don't get so violent that they come to smash the windows of the newspaper office.

It can be said that before this, there has never been a book that has shown such extreme polarization among the readership as "All Beings Crossing".

Those who love it regard it as a treasure, and they never put it down every day, and they are not stingy with their praise for those who can write such works; This one looks like he can't wait to rush to Yan Heqing's house, point at his nose and scold him bloody.

Words such as insulting, unsightly, etc. are considered light. What's more, they directly scolded mothers throughout the letter, and not only the author himself, but even Xu Xiaoming and Xu Weixin. The editor also suffered, and was directly scolded by eight generations of ancestors from beginning to end.

"That's how it is," Xu Xiaoming sat across from Qiao Jing and Jing Xinglan with a bitter face, "We're fine, because there are still a small number of readers who don't discriminate like this. It's just Mr. Qiao... How are you recently?"

"I'm fine." Qiao Jing said vaguely.

He was busy fighting the lamb chops on his plate.

Leaving aside the fact that the letters sent by Xu Xiaoming would be picked and picked by Jing Xinglan before they were delivered to him. After all, Qiao Jing was not the first day as an author, and he was far more adaptable to these criticisms than they imagined. .

only……

"Editor Xu, may I trouble you with one thing?"

Xu Xiaoming was refreshed, and immediately said: "You said, as long as I can do it, I will do it for you as much as possible!"

He really admired the young man in front of him who was a few years younger than him, not only in terms of writing.I don't know why, but Xu Xiaoming always has a feeling that the current violent abuse and slander are nothing worth mentioning in Qiao Jing's entire writing career.

In the near future, he will definitely be able to write more and better works, and he will go farther than anyone else on the road of literary creation.

——Moreover, it is far enough to make today's "big critics" far behind.

Xu Weixin thought Qiao Jing would say something about the serialization of novels, but the young man's next sentence confused him:

"Can you please help me pick out a few letters scolding me? I want to see it."

"what?"

Xu Weixin looked at him stupidly: "Why, why?"

These days, is there still someone rushing to find scolding?

"Because I'm about to write a rogue character in the article," Qiao Jing put down the knife and fork, wiped his mouth contentedly, and said to Xu Weixin solemnly, "But I don't know how to curse."

"However, I feel that the respectable gentlemen who have written 'greetings' to my ancestors for eight generations are probably perfectly suited for the role."

After hearing these words, Jing Xinglan, who was sitting next to Qiao Jing, coughed and laughed uncontrollably in a low voice.

"Okay..." Xu Weixin replied a little dazedly, "I'll go back and have a look and choose a few for you."

Qiao Jing nodded: "Thank you. Please be sure to choose the one that scolds more excitingly. By the way, remember to mark the source of the quotation. I have to thank these kind-hearted people who provided the material for the novel."

Xu Weixin: "..."

Is this the so-called battlefield without gunpowder among literati?

I'm afraid I'm afraid.

After going back that day, Qiao Jing suddenly remembered something that he had neglected for a long time.

"Prestige value?" 008, who was recently fed by the owner, almost forgot about his work happily, and was reminded by Qiao Jing, so he quickly opened the system panel in the backstage and took a look, "Let me see... Well, the current reputation is 15 points, and it has increased by [-] in the past half a month."

But Qiao Jing couldn't help frowning after hearing this: "It's only 15?"

008 said before that if you want to turn back the time in this world, you need at least 1000 million points to reach the standard. At the current speed, when will you save it?

"There's nothing you can do about it," 008 tried to comfort him, "It's not that you, the host, can't write well, it's because of objective conditions. Think about it, the population of China is only [-] million now, and there may not be even one percent of them who can read. Even fewer people will understand your novels."

Jing Xinglan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then if the reputation is not enough, are we going to stay here for three to forty years?"

"That's not necessarily the case," 008 said, "Recently, I can receive signals from the headquarters again. As long as you reach 50 reputation points, you can start the transmission again. I can send you to a place with a large population and a high level of education." The world, when the time comes, you will get twice the result with half the effort, maybe it will be done in two or three years."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Jing suddenly reacted——

What happens to Rouge if they're gone?

Jing Xinglan had asked about the admission requirements of a nearby girls' school before, but the founder of that school did not know where to find out. Accept, the inside and outside of the words are full of disgust.

Qiao Jing was so angry that his face turned cold on the spot, and he turned around and went home with Rouge who seemed about to cry without hesitation.

——It doesn’t matter if you don’t go to this kind of study!

Qiao Jing thought to himself, since his father could teach him several languages ​​at home, it makes no sense that he couldn't teach Rouge.

What's more, there is still a 008, what kind of teaching materials does it have?

He didn't believe it anymore, he and Jing Xinglan were two top [-] in the province's college entrance examination, why couldn't they teach a female student who could be admitted to a university!

But now 008 said that they might not stay here for long, Qiao Jing immediately thought about Rouge, no matter what, he had to at least send the girl to college before he could leave with peace of mind.

The reason why Qiao Jing is so interested in Yan Zhi is not only because he brought Yan Zhi out of that alley, but also because Yan Zhi gave him a lot of help in the process of creating "All Beings Crossing".

Every evening when Qiao Jing came back from school, Yan Zhi would move a small bench and sit in the yard, peeling beans or choosing vegetables, while listening carefully to him reading the newly written manuscript yesterday.

Although she felt that Qiao Jing wrote all the paragraphs very well, so good that she couldn't help but shed tears when she listened to it, and she didn't need to revise at all, Qiao Jing still encouraged her to express her opinion on her novel—because , no one knows the real faces of those "guests" and "managers" better than Rouge.

Even the private greed and cruelty of those old bustards, as the "commodity" they had beaten, the girl knew all about it.

Occasionally, when Qiao Jing didn't know how to write these villains, she would imitate the old bustard, grab a broom from the corner and swear and beat people in the yard loudly. , 008 was so frightened that he shrank on the window sill and dared not make a sound.

But after scolding, Rouge's mood always becomes very depressed.

Qiao Jing knew that she had always been a very brave girl.

Therefore, every time he stares at the pink scar on the girl's cheek that is likely to accompany her for the rest of her life, he always feels very guilty.

Although Rouge didn't feel it, why didn't he tear open the other's past scars again and again by doing so?

But Qiao Jing had to do so.

Because he also wants to help more girls who live in places he can't see and have the same tragic fate as Rouge.

"Sir, what are we studying today?"

Just as she was thinking, Yan Zhi moved her small bench over again.

The girl's eyes were shining brightly. Her happiest time of day was sitting in the yard with Qiao Jing, learning to write, read, calculate and geometry.Occasionally, Jing Xinglan would come over to teach her some simple knowledge of chemistry and physics, but Yanzhi was always confused and yawned.

As a natural liberal arts student, Rouge's favorite thing is to listen to Qiao Jing explaining these poems and articles written by the ancestors to her—just like Xiangling in "Dream of Red Mansions" when she was studying poetry, she can even do it for this. Sleepless, even dreaming in the middle of the night, she was still muttering the poems that Qiao Jing taught her during the day.

"Today I will learn from Du Zimei's poem, "The Thatched House Is Broken by the Autumn Wind"," Qiao Jing wrote down the content of today's teaching. His words, even a hundred years ago, can still be called "beautiful", " 'There are tens of thousands of mansions in An De Guang, which shelters the world's poor and happy people' is one of the most famous lines..."

Jing Xinglan stood in front of the stove wearing an apron, looking at the two big and small people who got together in the courtyard through the hazy white air, and there was a hint of tenderness in his calm eyes.

He lowered his head and sprinkled a handful of salt into the pot.

The aroma of braised pork gradually filled the whole yard.

The three big, middle and small greedy cats tried their best to endure for a while, and finally the one who was busy teaching couldn't continue teaching, and the one who was serious about learning began to be absent-minded. Even the sleeping cat pricked up its ears alertly, yawned, and walked gracefully. Came over on catwalk.

"dinner's ready--"

Today's Jing Xinglan has successfully consolidated his family status by relying on his superb cooking skills.

congratulations.