After taking the college entrance examination, Jiang Yulou was fine for the time being.
As for writing, I haven’t decided what to write about yet, and the most important thing is why his contribution to "Harvest" has not come to fruition until now.
Calculating the time, it has been a month.
In fact, what Jiang Yulou didn't know was that Harvest Literary Magazine was almost in a quarrel over whether his work should be selected.
How is the quality of his novel?
It can be passed down to future generations, adapted into movies, and even won awards at foreign film festivals. There is no doubt about its excellence.
After cross-review, Harvest's editors also recognized that Jiang Yulou's "Yellow Earth" is good enough to be published in Harvest.
There are several factors why they have been unable to make a decision.
One is that the editor-in-chief Balao went to Beijing for a meeting. In Harvest Literary Magazine, Balao is the one who can make decisions.
In one case, Jiang Yulou was on the cusp of the storm at that time. Although the public opinion had calmed down, people's words were frightening and the harvest was just resumption, so it might not be able to withstand the public opinion. Moreover, they did not want Balao to go through these unnecessary ups and downs.
There is also "Yellow Earth". The novel shows the poor life of farmers on the Loess Plateau, the backward marriage customs, and the rain-deficient and disaster-prone climate.
Every time they read these contents, some editors are very dissatisfied.
Although the content of the novel is set during the Anti-Japanese War, northern Shaanxi is a place ruled by our army.
If the places governed by our military are so backward, how can the advanced nature of the system be reflected?
Or is it that the author deliberately wrote this to insinuate slander?
Again, the magazine has just been approved to resume publication. At this time, if such a sensitive novel is published in the magazine, if someone with malicious intentions gets involved, causing the magazine to be blocked again, who can bear this responsibility?
Finally, it’s Jiang Yulou’s age. An eighteen-year-old boy has made a lot of noise this year.
He published short stories in "Contemporary" and love poems in "Yanhe".
Especially due to the turmoil caused by his two love poems, even many ordinary people who don't pay attention to literature have heard of his name.
Many famous authors may not be able to publish a novel in several years, but he is lucky. If "Yellow Earth" can be published in "Harvest", he will publish two novels in one year. Ordinary readers may not think anything of it, but will the authors have any ideas and suspect Harvest's behind-the-scenes operation?
However, some people disagreed, and naturally some editors insisted that "Harvest" publish Jiang Yulou's "Yellow Earth".
Song Wen, the young editor of the magazine, was the first reviewer of "Yellow Earth" and has been a staunch supporter of Jiang Yulou's novel since he read it.
"Sigh, some old comrades in the club are too conservative in their thinking..."
Song Wenwen originally wanted to complain about his corrupt ideas, but he still held back the words.
Without him, it would be too offensive to tell people.
"Be careful what you say." His colleague, Li Qing, looked around and whispered: "In special times, this choice of seniors is also a sign of prudentness."
Song Wen said dissatisfied: "Come on, what's so prudent? It's obviously because I'm afraid and don't dare to take responsibility."
"Hey, that's true, who can be truly fearless?" Li Qing retorted, patting him on the shoulder: "Look at it, don't let this little thing affect your mood."
Song Wen said excitedly: "Brother Li, this is not a trivial matter. What is the purpose of our Harvest? It is to create works based on people!"
"Isn't Comrade Jiang Yulou good enough? Isn't "Yellow Earth" a good work? If so, why can't his work be published in our magazine?"
"Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, Shanghai has always wanted to be the base of our country's literature. Since we have this intention, we must be tolerant and magnanimous. We can't suppress it just because we think there are some problems. This is not acceptable!"
Li Qing frowned: "But the content..."
"There is no problem with the content." Song Wen said flatly: "Contrary to the conservative ideas of those old comrades, I think the novel shows the readers the hardships of women struggling to survive amidst traditional customs and inherent concepts through Cuiqiao's experience. At the same time, it also reveals people's yearning for freedom and new life in a difficult environment. The end of the novel leaves open space for interpretation, allowing readers to think more.
I think this is a novel that can touch people's hearts and provoke deep thought. With its deep and powerful narrative, it makes readers rethink the meaning of life, freedom and destiny. "
Li Qing nodded solemnly.
Immediately, he shook his head and said: "We have held many seminars, but no one can convince anyone, and the editor-in-chief is not here, how difficult it is!"
Song Wen asked: "How long will it take for the editor-in-chief to come back?"
"Before leaving, the editor-in-chief said that this meeting is more important and it should take some time." Li Qing was not sure.
Song Wen worriedly said: "If it's any later, the next issue will be fully booked."
"Who says it's not the case? It's just a coincidence." Li Qing sighed.
Song Wen suddenly said: "Brother Li, I want to take a leave."
"What do you want to do?" Li Qing frowned.
Song Wen said word for word: "I want to go to Beijing!"
Li Qing was stunned.
Song Wen left the magical capital with the manuscript of "Yellow Earth" and got on the train to the capital.
This incident caused quite an impact in the society, with some supporting and some opposing.
Song Wen didn't care about this. He believed that he discovered this novel, and he must be responsible to the end.
Since everyone in the company is afraid of taking responsibility, he should take responsibility.
If something goes wrong, he will resign himself.
However, editor-in-chief Ba Lao will have to read it before deciding what the outcome will be.
More than twenty hours later, Song Wen arrived in the capital. Because he did not buy a sleeper ticket, his legs were already swollen when he arrived in the capital.
He didn't dare to waste time and hurriedly took the car to the place where Balao lived.
In the guest house, Song Wen met Balao.
"Editor-in-Chief, it's really a shame that I bother you to come to me personally!" Song Wen apologized to Balao excitedly.
Thinking that Mr. Ba was 75 years old, he felt extremely ashamed.
Ba Lao didn't take it seriously and said kindly: "Haha, I heard about what happened in the club. Don't blame the comrades for having different opinions. Everyone is doing the best for the club."
Song Wen nodded repeatedly: "Editor-in-Chief, I know."
"Bring it here." Ba Lao smiled.
Song Wen was confused, "Eh?"
"Manuscript." Balao reminded.
Song Wen scratched his head in embarrassment: "Look at me..."
He quickly took out the manuscript of "Yellow Earth" and handed it to Balao.
After Ba Lao took the manuscript, he sat casually on the chair.
A cup of tea and a book, just reading leisurely.
At this time, Song Wen was different from Balao's leisurely and contented attitude. Instead, he was extremely troubled.
