In the early days of various time travels and rebirths in later generations, especially those who were reborn in this era, if it is a serious daily novel, the protagonists often have to rely on copying, copying songs, etc. to get their first pot of gold.
Mu Qingyun didn't have much morals, so he naturally thought about it.
But she had seen a lot before, but even though she had an excellent memory, those were just for fun.
Who would memorize recreational things when they are having fun?
She's not that perverted anyway.
After being here for so long, the expenses for food, clothing, and all kinds of things were getting bigger and bigger. She had no choice but to rely on the common people willingly. Various ways to make money were measured and suitable for her current status as a student. Sure enough, I still write articles.
In fact, you can make money by writing papers, and Mu Qingyun is more familiar with papers. She had just completed three heavyweight papers for two projects before coming here. Her teacher read them and didn't say a single unnecessary word. As a result, she ended up drinking with her colleagues at night. I was drunk and laughed silly all night long.
It happened that he had never been married in his life, had no wife and no children, so naturally no one could take care of him. In the end, he had to recruit senior Xiao Lin to work, which made the students complain.
Hey, this is really a murder caused by three papers, how can it be described as tragic!
Mu Qingyun became interested and flipped through the current journals and magazines for a long time, and then he was shocked to realize that he didn't pay much for writing papers, but he also gave various rewards, a little cash, a little shopping coupons and the like.
But it is a bit difficult to make a fortune from papers.
In the end, she decided to write. Mu Qingyun bought a bunch of popular magazines and read them. Although the various genres of this era were not as blooming as the Internet in later generations, there were still many types. Martial arts and romance were the best sellers. The plots were her favorite. It may sound a bit cliche, but the writing style and structure are not bad at all.
Taking advantage of his free time, Mu Qingyun chose for a long time, and finally chose the journal of the Historical Research Society.
The Historical Research Society is one of the largest historical research departments in the country. The journal not only publishes the latest historical articles, but also serializes history-related articles. Mu Qingyun borrowed a batch from the school library and read it carefully. He found that the magazine was very serialized. Flexible and free, it suits her better than others.
Mu Qingyun thought for a few days, then wrote the beginning of a novel and sent it to the Historical Research Society.
It is a time-travel story. The heroine is a medical student who traveled to ancient times and became a maid of a merchant family. In that era, maids were not human beings and their lives were lower than those of cattle and horses. She could only struggle desperately to survive.
Mu Qingyun outlines the entire story in detail, not only describing the heroine's struggles, but also describing the ancient market customs.
In terms of detailed information, Mu Qingyun is not far behind those professional researchers. In terms of writing skills, just looking at how many scripts she has written over the years and how many times she has tricked herself, I know that she is at least a proficient person.
It has been ten days since I sent the manuscript, and I finally got a reply.
The editor seems very enthusiastic and has decided to publish it. The manuscript fee is quite high, 60 yuan for 1,000 words.
Although there are some manuscripts now with manuscript fees ranging from 300, 500, or even higher per 1,000 words, firstly, this is not a manuscript fee for newcomers, and secondly, these are a small number of magazines that are self-financing and receive many manuscripts. It is a short to medium story, and a piece of about 15,000 words is considered long.
Mu Qingyun writes a long novel, and the threshold of the historical research society is not low, so relatively speaking, the manuscript fee is not very high.
All in all, Mu Qingyun was quite satisfied with the price of sixty yuan per thousand words.
Only the first 50,000 words of the manuscript were written. When Lu Dagang, the old editor of the Historical Research Society, got it, it was already five days later.
It’s no wonder that the old editors receive at least hundreds of manuscripts every day, but there are only a few editors. The articles of old authors are what everyone is willing to read first.
That is to say, Lu Dagang is an old man and serious in his work. He will pick up the manuscripts that others have perfunctoryly read and take a closer look.
Fortunately, he has seniority, and he only works hard on himself and does not criticize other editors harshly. Everyone only respects him and does not have much resentment towards him.
"Why."
Lu Dagang rubbed his eyes, and he understood that the young people in the editing room couldn't bear all the hard work. Just because he was willing to do more didn't mean he didn't feel tired of the hard work.
I received a lot of manuscripts, most of which hurt my eyes after reading them.
However, Lu Dagang also knows that it is not easy for newcomers. He is willing to sit down quietly and write seriously. Whether the writing is good or not is another matter, but he must cherish his heart.
""Red Sleeves and the Red Mansion"?"
Lu Dagang slowly drank a glass of water, picked up a manuscript, glanced at it, and felt slightly excited.
It’s not that there is anything special about the title of the book. Lu Dagang is an old editor and has read countless manuscripts in his life. What kind of book title has he not seen before? You can't easily scare him.
But the author's handwriting is very beautiful. In the early years, due to various circumstances, there were not many classes in school. Many young people's handwriting was worse than that of handwriting. A literati like Lu Dagang never had the opportunity to write well. They are all very few.
The calligraphy on this manuscript seems to be just ordinary pen calligraphy, regular script, neat, simple and beautiful. However, Lu Dagang's father is considered a half-calligrapher. He has been practicing calligraphy since he was a child. The words exude a sharp edge.
The writing was pleasing to the eye, and Lu Dagang decided that even if the young author's article was terrible, he would not curse, but would write a few words of gentle encouragement.
Then, he looked inside.
Time passed by minute by second, until it was time to get off work. Colleagues in the office were packing their things one after another. Editor Zhang, who was sitting next to him, had made an appointment with Lu Dagang to have a drink together in the evening. He looked at his watch and called him: "Lao Lu, let's go."
"Woo!"
Suddenly there was a choking sound in his ears. Editor Zhang froze immediately and turned around in disbelief. He saw Lu Dagang, a sturdy man, with his head tilted, covering his mouth with one hand and supporting the table with the other. His body was slightly tilted. Tremble.
Editor Zhang was so frightened that his face turned green.
A group of editors and staff around the agency all stood up and looked over. The group of people thought about a lot of things and hurriedly came forward to comfort them. Even Editor-in-Chief Xu did not dare to step out of the office and stood at the door looking around.
After a few words of persuasion, Lu Da just came back to his senses, turned his head and looked around, his face turned red, and he quickly waved his hand: "It's okay, it's okay, oops, I just watched a movie, which made me a little sad."
Everyone: "..."
Immediately, Editor-in-Chief Xu became interested, put on his glasses, walked over and sat down, asked for Lu Dagang's manuscript, and said with a smile: "It seems that we have found a good work?"
