Chapter 290

Looking at this poem itself, it was written very poorly.

But Jia Hui believed that in terms of the object being imitated, it was very successful.

"Brother Hui, can I?"

Yingchun, with her white and greasy face, asked cautiously and stutteringly.

Her skin was slightly plump, her figure was average, her cheeks were like fresh lychees, her nose was like goose fat, and she was gentle and silent; she was pleasant to look at, showing that she was a beautiful woman.

But she was timid by nature, lacked talent, and was indifferent to everything around her, treating things with wooden apathy.

Seeing her like this, Jia Hui smiled: "Of course you can."

Seeing her surprised and joyful.

Yet still not daring to speak loudly.

Not even knowing how to say "ouch" if pricked by a needle.

Jia Hui felt some sympathy, and his voice softened: "Yingchun, if you have anything to say in the future, just say it; there's no need to be so careful."

Yingchun was startled, looked at him, and then nodded her head slightly: "Mm."

Still with that blank, submissive look.

She was used to it.

But inside her heart, she actually felt a bit warm.

"Since that's the case, anyone who has poetry or articles can bring them. Including the maids."

"Those that pass will have a chance to be published, and there will be a manuscript fee."

Jia Hui smiled.

"Manuscript fee?"

Fengjie, the only other person in the room with no interest, had her phoenix eyes light up.

Clearly, she was interested in this so-called manuscript fee.

The reason she wasn't interested before.

Was because.

She was illiterate!

This seemed very strange.

They were all noble young ladies, and the Three Springs, Daiyu, Li Wan, and others were all highly talented, writing poetry with a stroke of the pen.

Why was it that when it came to Fengjie, she didn't know many characters?

This was mainly a problem with the overall education of the Wang family.

Because Fengjie was raised as a boy from childhood; Wang Xifeng was actually her school name.

This was particularly interesting.

It was already strange for a woman to have a "school name," but what was even stranger was that the one with a school name was the one who was illiterate.

Originally, being raised as a boy, she should have been even more literate.

Just like Daiyu's parents raised her as a boy.

Still the same saying, the Wang family believed that a woman's lack of talent was a virtue.

It wasn't just Wang Xifeng.

Lady Wang and Xue Yima, the sisters, hadn't read many books either.

In fact, don't look at Lady Wang now eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha; before she was married, she was a quick-witted Second Young Lady, which was very similar to Wang Xifeng, who had decisiveness in killing and cutting from childhood play.

But after marriage, Lady Wang doted on Baoyu, and from incidents like her beating Jin Chuan and driving away Qingwen, one could see that Lady Wang was not a well-read noble lady.

Otherwise, she definitely wouldn't have called people names like "fox spirit" or "vixen."

Xue Yima was the same; every time she encountered a problem, she would lose her footing.

And the result was always relying on her daughter Baochai to come up with a solution and calm the situation.

Therefore, not many women in the Wang family were cultured.

Wang Xifeng learned characters later through several years of managing the household, often needing to look at some posts and accounts, and naturally learned many characters over time.

But it was impossible for her to compose poetry or anything like that.

However, Jia Hui looked at her.

He felt that it was precisely because she didn't know many characters that one could see a shrewd and spicy Fengjie, a Fengjie who was greedy for money and power, and a Fengjie who didn't believe in retribution in the underworld.

Precisely because she didn't read books.

When Wang Xifeng handled household chores, she didn't have to be restricted by the "Confucian classics," nor would she be bound by ethical norms or underworld retribution, nor would she have her own principles and bottom line like Tanchun when managing the household.

In short.

Fengjie didn't care about these things; she had always used harsh and ruthless methods in treating her subordinates.

Or to be more precise.

She was a true realist and pragmatist; as long as it worked, she could use anything.

This was actually very similar to Jia Hui!

Jia Hui believed that the two were essentially the same type of person.

The biggest difference was.

He was a man.

She was a woman.

Hearing Fengjie's question.

All the women were paying attention, looking attracted.

Jia Hui just happened to explain.

"That's right."

"As long as it can be published in the newspaper, whether it's an article, poetry, songs, novels, or even miscellaneous reviews, there will be a manuscript fee."

"The difference is that the manuscript fees vary; as for the specifics, naturally, the higher the quality and the more sales it brings to the newspaper, the higher the manuscript fee."

He naturally knew that just letting people generate electricity for love wouldn't work.

The necessary manuscript fees had to be given.

Only then could people's desire to submit and create be activated to the greatest extent.

【201】 Li Wan has come alive because of him! Lady Wang secretly mocks the affectation of elegance

Upon learning about this so-called newspaper of Jia Hui's.

And that there was actually a manuscript fee.

Li Wan, Daiyu, Yingchun, Tanchun, and the other women were all interested!

Or rather!

They were even more interested!

In fact, who could refuse money?

Except for that guy Baoyu, who didn't manage the household and didn't know the price of firewood and rice.

Even Li Wan wanted to save money for her son Jia Lan.

Because with the character of Jia Mu and Lady Wang, they would most likely leave most of the inheritance to Jia Baoyu!

Her son.

Although he was Lady Wang's grandson.

It would be good if he could get a little bit.

"It is reasonable that whoever writes well gets more manuscript fees," Li Wan acknowledged.

Tanchun was eager to try: "I want to write a lot! The quality will definitely be good!"

Daiyu was happy at first, but then frowned: "But in this way, wouldn't you have to pay a lot of manuscript fees? Brother Hui, wouldn't you be losing a lot?"

Jia Hui smiled: "It's fine, as long as the volume is large, there will be profit."

He didn't explain the specifics.

In fact, he didn't know how much money a newspaper could make either.

But modern newspapers with good sales are definitely profitable.

Even if it doesn't rely on selling the newspaper itself to make money.