Chapter 79: May I ask, is the literary world convinced now? (110 please subscribe)

In Wei Ming's dormitory, the four of them were feasting on a pork knuckle.

The soy-sauce braised pork knuckle from Tianfuhao was a carefully selected, fatty, and plump pig knuckle. It was known for being fatty but not greasy, lean but not stringy, with skin that didn't lose its texture, and tender enough to melt in the mouth. It was a time-honored brand in Beijing that was unique and enduring.

Although the knuckle was large, it couldn't withstand the consumption of four big guys.

When only bones were left, Wei Ming looked at his expensive all-steel Modu watch, got up, and wiped his mouth: "Biaozi, it's time to go to work. Little Mei, you clean up."

Biaozi sighed with regret because he had to go to work, so he could only eat two bites but couldn't drink two cups. Of course, the most regrettable thing was that he didn't encounter any heroic deeds during this trip to the city. Brother Ming wasn't effective either!

Just as they went up, they saw Bai Shurong, an editor of *Contemporary*, walking towards them.

"Editor Bai, it's so far away, you could have just made a phone call for anything."

"That won't do. Only by coming in person can we show our sincerity," Bai Shurong said. "I have already asked the editor-in-chief, and he agreed to your request. As long as you can finish the manuscript and pass the three reviews before December, the space in the third issue will be reserved for you."

More than a month; this time was very ample for Wei Ming.

Bai Shurong actually wanted to ask Wei Ming about the mental journey behind creating "Er Niu," and also wanted to tell him that the entire editorial department was full of praise for this novel, feeling that it was written by an old hand who had been writing for decades. Editor-in-chief Yan Wenjing even highly praised it: This is a work that bites the soul.

However, seeing that Wei Ming was going to work, Bai Shurong only had time to ask: "You haven't told me the name of your new work yet? Does it have a name now?"

"Oh, it's already decided. It's called *Herdsman*."

"*Herdsman*~" Bai Shurong recited it twice, then laughed.

Duck, bull, and that one in *Harvest* which is said to be about a donkey, and now there is a horse. This farm boy seems to be competing with poultry and livestock.

After Bai Shurong left, Biaozi immediately summarized a pattern.

"Brother Ming, are your editors all women?"

Wei Ming was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "It seems so."

Biaozi envied: "Brother Ming, your popularity with women is too good!"

Wei Ming shook his head. What's the use of female editors? They are all big sisters more than ten years older than him, not even a big sister eight or nine years older.

Afterward, they first circled the outside of the female dormitory, then entered the male dormitory building to patrol, and then the two were surrounded, with Chen Jiangong leading the way.

"Comrade Wei Ming, can we talk about the creative background of 'Er Niu'?"

In one day, the reputation of "Er Niu" had spread throughout the 77, 78, and 79-grade Chinese departments. It could be said that it was popular across three grades.

Wei Ming: "That's not very good, we are working."

"Then you patrol your patrol, we can just follow you."

So this group of enthusiastic college students began to follow Wei Ming, listening to how he created "Er Niu."

Obviously, compared to the sketches like "Duck Prophet," the exploration of human depth in "Er Niu" successfully captured this group of young readers.

"This is actually a secondary creation. I also wrote this novel based on a local legend in Yimong Mountain..."

After walking for almost an hour, Wei Ming talked all the way, satisfying the readers who were curious about the story behind "Er Niu." They then dispersed. Only Liu Zhenyun, who had been wandering on the periphery, came over.

Seeing his dejected expression, Wei Ming asked: "Why, is the method I taught you ineffective?"

Liu Zhenyun shook his head: "I asked my classmates, that chocolate is too expensive, so I think I think..."

Wei Ming nervously took two steps back. He wouldn't want to borrow money from him, would he!

Liu Zhenyun: "So I want to submit a manuscript to make money."

Wei Ming took two steps forward, releasing his master aura: "Oh, you want to write a novel? I'll teach you~"

Liu Zhenyun shook his head: "I want to write an article commenting on 'Er Niu.' I have a hunch that the literary world will definitely have a demand for this in the future. If I write faster, maybe I can earn a royalty. Even if it's only the minimum of two yuan per thousand characters, it's enough for me."

He came just to tell Wei Ming to guide him after he finished writing, to see if his analysis was correct.

Letting the original author guide you in writing a review of his work, Old Liu, you're really something!

Liu Zhenyun could be considered "the first to get the moon because he is near the water," while Teacher Zang Kefou, far away in Pingan County No. 1 Middle School, could only "build a cart behind closed doors."

As Wei Ming's Chinese teacher, he was very concerned about this novella by Wei Ming. He bought the magazine early in the morning and started reading it on the road. The more he read, the more shocked he became.

Unlike the playful attitude of "Duck Prophet," this "Er Niu" dissected the bloody shell of human nature. The refugees, bandits, and Japanese soldiers who appeared in turn made people's blood pressure jump up and down.

Upon arriving at the office, Zang Kefou couldn't help but share and discuss this novel with other Chinese teachers.

Everyone's unanimous view was that this was a level they couldn't write, and it was even far behind.

"Little Zang, is this really your student? Is it really not a name coincidence?"

"Of course it's not a name coincidence. Didn't you see the introduction at the back? Age 18, from Hengzhou," Teacher Zang said. "I am also shocked by his progress, but after thinking about it, it's actually not that his progress is fast, but that composition has word count and theme restrictions, which severely limited his performance."

Zang Kefou, age 28, a person who loves to imagine.

"It seems that our Hengzhou is going to produce another great writer!" a female teacher said. "Then he really is blue from the indigo but better than the indigo," an old teacher said sourly.

Zang Kefou laughed: "A disciple doesn't have to be inferior to the teacher, and the teacher doesn't have to be wiser than the disciple. But being able to teach such a student, I am proud!"

When it was his evening self-study time, Zang Kefou brought the magazine into the classroom and began to consider writing a reading reflection to submit.

But from which angle should he cut in? This novel was only 40,000 characters long, but there were really too many things to write about.

While he was thinking about this question, Wei Hong was staring tightly at the *Yanjing Literature and Art* magazine.

She went out of school at noon today just to buy this magazine. Now Sister Hong is not short of money. As a result, the Xinhua Bookstore in the county only had a few copies, and they were already sold out. Unexpectedly, there was a turn for the better.

She immediately ran to the podium and whispered to Teacher Zang: "Teacher Zang, can I read this magazine?"

Teacher Zang instinctively wanted to refuse, but seeing it was Wei Hong, he readily agreed.

However, after Wei Hong read for a while, Teacher Zang suddenly realized, oh no, he shouldn't have let her read it. There were some descriptions about sex in it!

Mainly Niu Er's imagination and touching of Jiu'er's breasts. Both Ren Jiu'er and Niu Jiu'er had them.

!

But it seemed it was too late. Wei Hong's face was flushed; she obviously saw it, but she was still firmly flipping through it.

The tone of this novel was heavy. Jiu'er was one of the few bright spots in Niu Er's life. She understood that Big Brother wrote it this way to serve the story and the characters.

This is Big Brother's true strength!

In the dormitory, Mei Wenhua, who was flipping through *Yanjing Literature and Art*, also saw this passage that made his heart beat faster while lying on the bed. After flipping past it, he flipped back to look again.

He couldn't help but praise, Wei Ming, this kid, is too good at writing!

But suddenly he realized, this kid doesn't know much, right? He even pretended to be pure with them before. Bah!

Then Mei Wenhua adjusted his posture and continued reading.

At this time, Wei Ming and his cousin patrolled to Langrun Garden. Old Mr. Wu Zuxiang saw Wei Ming on the second-floor balcony, hurriedly waved at him, and trotted down.

"Teacher Wu." Wei Ming hurriedly took a few steps forward.

The old gentleman said: "You did well!"

Wei Ming was strange: "What did I do?"

Wu Zuxiang laughed: "I'm talking about that 'Er Niu.' It really cleared your name!"

Previously, because "Duck Prophet" had large segments of dialogue, jokes from time to time, and lacked inner description, some literary critics believed that the article lacked in-depth exploration of human nature and was not considered top-notch.

Therefore, many people in the literary world felt unconvinced about the huge fame and reputation Wei Ming gained from "Duck Prophet."

As the recommender for Wei Ming to join the Writers' Association, Wu Zuxiang was even ridiculed by some old friends because of this.

Old Wu said proudly: " 'Er Niu' has one man and one bull running through the beginning and end, with large segments of inner drama and metaphors. The exploration of human nature is so deep and thorough, and the writing is so concise and powerful, and the writing style is so strange and changeable, which is beyond the reach of some old writers. They were unconvinced before, and I really want to ask them, are you convinced now!"

In Tianjin, Jiang Zilong put down *Yanjing Literature and Art* and shook his head. The younger generation is formidable!

Convinced, completely convinced!

……

"Er Niu" was Wei Ming's first appearance as a novelist in a mainstream literary publication, and it was a very successful appearance, reversing his reputation and instantly turning him from a traffic star into a strength-based writer. Many people who didn't know him recognized his level for the first time.

It's just that apart from the praise of those around him, Wei Ming couldn't see how successful it was for the time being.

Early the next morning, Mei Wenhua secretly went to the water room to wash his underwear, then returned to work the early shift with Wei Ming.

In order to attend Li Aiguo's birthday party, Wei Ming's two shifts were very close, and he slept for less than six hours in between, and then made up for a sleep after work at noon.

After waking up, he first wrote *The Legend of the Heavenly Book* for a while. Now he is writing the stage where Dansheng and the three foxes are fighting. It has both the content of the original movie and Wei Ming's own innovations.

He was so excited that he almost couldn't stop. Fortunately, he had a watch. Seeing that the time was almost up, he took the gift and went to the appointment.

Shao Garden is one of the eight gardens of Peking University, located south of the West Side Gate, and has been receiving international students since the 1950s.

Wei Ming passed the first gate smoothly. He was already very familiar with the gatekeeper, Old Qin, when he was patrolling.

He also knew that Wei Ming was a special existence in the Peking University staff system. The professors in the Chinese department of Peking University liked him even more than the college students who were properly admitted.

So even if they were a bit strange about how he got familiar with international students, they still let him in, but he had to sign.

Shao Garden is building a new international student building. Currently, international students live in the old Building 25 and Building 26 respectively.

The first gate is easy to enter, but the second gate, the dormitory manager, is not so easy to let go...

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