Some authors from Shaanxi who knew Jiang Yulou but had never seen him spoke out for Jiang Yulou.
Such as Chen Zhongshi, Jia Pingwa, Jing Fu, Zhou Zhian, etc.
Such a powerful voice for a young writer and poet in Shaanxi has allowed the literary world and literary youth to see the unity of the literary world in Shaanxi.
Of course, if you want to start a war, you can still continue to do so.
However, just when the critical forces were preparing to continue to speak out, "People's Daily" spoke out again.
This time, it was reported that a certain senior leader read two of Jiang Yulou’s love poems and then made comments.
"The tiger roars in the valley, and all the beasts are terrified.
The falcon tests its wings, and the wind and dust spread. "
The meaning of these lines of poetry is that the little tiger roars in the valley, all the wild beasts are afraid and panicked, the eagles and falcons are flapping their wings, and the wind and dust are flying high.
The praise in the poem is obvious, and these lines come from Liang Qichao's "Young China", and the meaning is self-evident.
The most important thing is that the person who commented is a big leader!
Although "People's Daily" did not say it clearly, well-informed people know who said it.
Cheating!
Many people think so.
As a result, the scolding war that was going to continue came to an abrupt end.
It's so obvious that they're going off the rails, what else can they do?
I can only keep it useful for the future.
There was an episode in the middle. A local newspaper in Yangping County interviewed Jiang Yulou and asked him what he thought of his critics.
Jiang Yulou's reply was: "A certain senior said it well, if you don't like what the masses like, who are you?"
Since this newspaper was only published locally, it had a small audience and did not spread. It wasn't until Jiang Yulou became a great writer that people who did good deeds spread the word, but at that time, those people had no choice but to do anything to him.
Finally, due to the low retention of this issue of newspapers, the price was very high.
On the contrary, the good guy made a small profit.
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"Congratulations, Yulou!"
"This time Yulou is famous!"
"All the writers in Shaanxi speak for you, it's a great honor."
"This is nothing. I don't know who the big leader is. As soon as he spoke, the critics all stopped."
"I'm so envious of you!"
After the matter was settled, Jiang Yulou paid for his close friends, classmates, and teachers to go to a restaurant together.
I had mutton soup. The mutton is nourishing, the soup is delicious, and the price is affordable. Everyone likes it.
Jiang Yulou was not surprised that people from the Yanhe Literary Society spoke for him, but the entire Shaanxi literary world moved for him, which really moved him.
As for the leader, it was such an unexpected surprise that even he was confused, but he couldn't elaborate on it.
How should I put it, he remembered the feelings of Shaanxi writers, and from now on he, Jiang Yulou, would be the pioneer of Shaanxi writers in their Eastern Expedition.
Teacher Gao was also filled with emotion. He did not expect that Jiang Yulou could handle such a difficult matter so smoothly. Moreover, he also gained a great reputation, which will be of great benefit to his future career as a writer.
"Yulou, this love is huge." Teacher Gao couldn't help but remind him.
He was afraid that Jiang Yulou was young and energetic and didn't know the meaning.
Jiang Yulou said: "I know, Teacher Gao."
"As long as you understand." Teacher Gao nodded.
Others were a little confused as to what kind of riddle these two people were playing.
"Today is a happy day. Let's eat and drink well. If you don't have enough, just ask the waiter for it. We are not short of money!"
Jiang Yulou looked very wealthy.
The classmates are not angry either. If anyone provides such delicious food and drinks every day, they can do whatever they want.
Tang Yuewen was eating quietly next to Jiang Yulou. She liked how Jiang Yulou was so confident and high-spirited. Immediately, she thought of those lines of the poem, "Ruhuhu Roaring Valley", the description was so apt.
After Jiang Yulou sat down, he asked: "Teacher Gao, do you know how to submit an article for "Harvest"?"
Teacher Gao stopped just as he stretched out his hand holding the chopsticks, "Yulou, you...are you talking about "Harvest"?"
"It's "Harvest" edited by Ba Laodang." Jiang Yulou nodded.
Teacher Gao put down his chopsticks and asked seriously: "Did you have it again?"
"Ahem." Jiang Yulou glanced at Tang Yuewen, whose pretty face was slightly red, and turned around and said, "Teacher Gao, please speak more clearly. What does it mean to be confused again? It's confusing."
Teacher Gao ignored him and just urged: "Speak quickly."
"Hi, I just finished writing it recently. The novel is called "Yellow Earth"," Jiang Yulou said.
After hearing his admission with his own ears, Teacher Gao had a complicated expression. He didn't expect that his student was not only good at writing articles, but also a quick shooter.
If Jiang Yulou could hear his voice, he would definitely yell: "Teacher Gao, you can't accuse someone of innocence out of thin air."
He is obviously very durable.
Teacher Gao asked: "What type of novel is it?"
"The folk customs of northern Shaanxi can also be seen as women's struggle for freedom of marriage." Jiang Yulou told the story in detail.
Teacher Gao was lost in thought for a while and felt impatient.
"Can I see it?"
"You are a teacher, of course you can watch it."
"I submitted a manuscript for "Harvest", let me help you get it done."
"Thank you, Teacher Gao."
Every magazine is different, and having a veteran like Mr. Gao here can save you a lot of trouble.
The meal lasted for nearly an hour and cost Jiang Yulou more than ten yuan. After everyone had eaten and drank, they said goodbye.
The next day, Jiang Yulou took the manuscript and handed it to Teacher Gao personally.
"Yellow Earth" has a lot of words, and as the college entrance examination is approaching, it would be very troublesome to lose the manuscript, so we must be careful.
After Teacher Gao read it carefully, he did not hesitate to praise it.
In his opinion, Jiang Yulou's second work is a significant improvement compared to the first.
He had some doubts. Is there anyone more talented than Jiang Yulou in this world?
This is the true thought in his heart, without any adulteration.
Teacher Gao exclaimed: “It is absolutely safe to submit the novel Yu Lou to Harvest.”
"Thank you for your kind words, teacher." Jiang Yulou said with a smile.
He's not bragging. The quality of his work is very high, and it follows the plot of the movie. He only added or subtracted some parts, and the artistry and storytelling are both guaranteed.
Coupled with his current fame, the possibility of "Harvest" not passing is very low.
If he really fails, there will be no reason to convince Jiang Yulou, and he will never vote for "Harvest" again in his life.
However, this possibility is very low.
Even if an ordinary editor has no eyesight, Balao can still discover the greatness of this work.
Jiang Yulou suddenly said: "The Yellow Earth is the last book I wrote in Yangping County."
Teacher Gao glanced at him and said nothing.
No matter whether his student can go to college or not, it is impossible for him to stay in Yangping County.
It’s hard to raise a real dragon with money!
In the afternoon, Jiang Yulou mailed the manuscript.
