Chapter 006: The Talent Scout Without a Voice

In two days, even more challenging battles await him

Since finishing the first volume of "The Song Dynasty Stories" with Yang Min, the single mother no longer constantly blames Yang Yi

She simply feels that the things her son has written are quite beautiful, to the extent that even she, a middle-aged woman completely uninterested in history, finds it hard to put down the book

Indeed, after hearing the purpose of his visit, the expressions on the faces of the man and woman inevitably displayed surprise, amusement, and skepticism. However, upon seeing the not particularly thick stack of manuscript paper in Yang's hand, the younger woman hesitated for a moment before pointing to an office next to the stairs and instructing Yang to wait there

For a moment, he was at a loss for words. The young man simply took the manuscript and casually scanned the first page, while in his mind he was contemplating how to speak later in a way that would not make this ambitious yet not unpleasant boy feel embarrassed.

What the common people find more enjoyable are the storytelling of the elderly, the traditional Chinese storytelling and operas, the illustrations in comic books, and the tales written in the genre of strange and supernatural legends. They prefer a lively history that ordinary people can easily engage with.

The captivating writing style and unprecedented interpretative approach! The humorous banter brings forth uncontrollable laughter, while the ode to integrity strikes at the very soul of the Chinese people! Countless merits combined make this book instantly capture his heart

He spoke as he pushed the manuscript in front of the young man

However, when this young man saw Yang Yi's description of the unusual signs at the birth of Zhao Kuangyin, he couldn't help but chuckle softly. Then, as if realizing something, he raised his head and looked at Yang Yi with a face full of astonishment, before quickly lowering his head again, feeling somewhat impressed.

"There is nothing to discuss! What is history? History is serious, it is earnest. How can this kind of slick and glib tone be applied to the study of history?" The old man seemed genuinely furious, throwing a stack of manuscript paper back into the arms of the Mongolian youth.

Yang Yi did not look back, yet he was bitterly laughing to himself. After all, it cannot be entirely blamed on others viewing him through colored glasses. With his appearance, being able to publish one or two essays in the selection of middle school students' compositions would already make him one of the few outstanding youths. It is only natural that he would not be well-received when he solemnly approached one of the top publishing houses in the province, boasting about wanting to submit his work. Fortunately, they did not embarrass him in person. Being able to publish one or two essays in the selection of middle school students' compositions would already make him one of the few outstanding youths. It is only natural that he would not be well-received when he solemnly approached one of the top publishing houses in the province, boasting about wanting to submit his work. Fortunately, they did not embarrass him in person

The young man, who suddenly realized what he was doing before he finished speaking, froze for a moment and then became exceptionally awkward, smiling sheepishly as he said: "I apologize, this ... ... "

The composure that is utterly uncharacteristic of his age immediately astonished the young man who entered. The young person before him, still in his adolescence, was poised and gracious, exhibiting a sense of propriety in his interactions that was even more stable than his own. In comparison, he found himself appearing more like a child.

Early in the morning, Yang Yi set out on his "journey" with a large amount of change specially prepared by his mother. When he was writing "The Song Dynasty," he had a vague grand idea about a rebirth in life, and the publication of "The Song Dynasty" marked the first step of this life journey

Some of the allusions are so profound that even this young man, who has a formal background in the Chinese department, finds them somewhat difficult to grasp

Why do you not say that history is still tense and lively! Gregory, feeling unwilling, dared not utter such inflammatory words.

However, the young man across from him unconsciously uttered a couple of "mm" sounds, completely failing to register Yang Yi's words. Observing the young man's demeanor, Yang Yi couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in being acknowledged, and could only tap his fingers on the table and say, "May I ask..."

Either guide him on how to write, or tactfully point out the issues in his manuscript

It is precisely because of these scholarly elders that certain traditional elements have been preserved; however, it is also due to their presence that serious history cannot withstand the tide of dramatization.

At this time, I took a bus with a ticket price of 0.8 yuan and arrived at the first destination, the Yuezhou People's Publishing House. This is the largest and oldest publishing house in Yuezhou, and it is considered a sibling unit to the provincial Xinhua Bookstore. If I can negotiate relevant matters with this publishing house, it will greatly ease the concerns regarding sales later on

Starting from his interests, it is likely that he will be receptive to it

Subsequently, a tall young man burst in

However, before finishing the first page, the old man furrowed his brows, and his expression turned sour. By the time he finished the first page, the old man was so enraged that his face changed color: "Nonsense, what is this absurdity? Can history be written like this?"

Suppressing the urge to shrug and roll his eyes, Yang Yi nodded steadily and smiled: "Graduated from the third year of junior high." As he spoke, he extended his right hand once again

Do you like to watch it

At this moment, Yang, who had long been startled by the commotion next door, had overheard the conversation in the office to a considerable extent. He felt both indifferent and helpless towards the old chief editor inside. In an instant, he was filled with extreme disappointment, both for this untimely viewpoint and for the publishing opportunity that had been lost this time.

Old Master Li scrutinized Ge Ligao with a puzzled expression. Although this young man was not the type to be overly mature, his literary skills were undeniable. He had handled numerous submissions in the past, but it was the first time he had seen someone so anxious and flustered as he was today

The words had not yet been finished when several disdainful glances were cast. The young person, immersed in the text, was reading an engaging part when unexpectedly interrupted, naturally feeling quite displeased. With a suppressed anger, they lifted their head, their expression falling: "What is your problem..."

However, he could not bring himself to feel angry; this elderly man, whom he had never met, evoked in Yang Yi a sense of sorrowful respect

Seeing the young man in front of him completely absorbed in the joy of reading, Yang vaguely recalled his own experience when he first read "The Ming Dynasty," a somewhat familiar and delightful scene. He then cleared his throat and asked, "May I ask if this manuscript meets your publishing standards"

I want to see

Yang instinctively stood up to shake hands, which startled the other person: "Wow, Sister Huang said he was a child, but this is too young, right? Little brother, have you graduated from middle school?"

Xiao Huang, are you serious? Which child from this family doesn't know better and comes here to make a fuss, submitting a few middle school essays? And you are joining in the commotion. When Director Li finds out, he will have something to say to you!

She only completed half of her middle school education, and then her studies were interrupted due to the Great Revolution. Subsequently, she became a "pseudo-educated youth" who went to the countryside to fight against the heavens and the earth. Therefore, she does not possess the same confidence and abundance of books as her son, firmly believing that this book titled "The Affairs of the Song Dynasty" can be transformed into printed words

This led to the publication of "Those Things About the Song Dynasty," which embodies Yang Yixin's hard work and dedication

Without waiting for Yang Yi to respond, he hurriedly rushed out the door, clutching the manuscript, causing chairs and doors to bang loudly along the way, leaving Yang Yi shaking his head in speechless disbelief behind him

He extended his hand and shook hands with Yang Yi, feeling a mix of amusement and absurdity in his heart. The young man smiled wryly and shook his head, gesturing for Yang Yi to sit down. His gaze naturally fell on the stack of manuscript papers beside the boy: "Young student, are you here to... submit a manuscript? It’s not a collection of essays, is it?"

As he gradually delved deeper, this young man, who had just graduated from university and could still be considered a prodigy in 1998, immediately discovered the uniqueness of Yang Yi's stack of manuscripts

Yang Yi was momentarily taken aback and said: "Well, this is really not an essay!"

With sincere gratitude, Yang Yi obediently followed the guidance to the reception room, while behind him came a voice that was not intentionally lowered.

This is also done out of helplessness, after all, he is just a young and inexperienced kid clamoring to submit his work. If he cannot win over others' sensory appreciation and sympathy at the first moment, he fears that upon hearing he is here to submit, they might not even bother to pay him any attention.

At this point, coupled with Yang Yi's unwavering confidence whenever he spoke about the prospects of this book, Yang Min could only adopt a try-and-see attitude, allowing her son to toss his textbooks aside after returning home.

Upon entering the publishing house, one is immediately enveloped by a sense of tranquility that is distinct from other corporate environments. Perhaps it is the influence of the cultural atmosphere; even the two receptionists, a man and a woman, at the old-fashioned reception window reminiscent of a hospital outpatient department, exude an air of refinement and elegance.

This is already his maximum speed, after all, this is a text that aims to recreate history. Even if it is written in the form of notes and in a playful tone, it still cannot be taken lightly. Whenever there are controversial historical doubts, Yang Yi must consult countless relevant materials, then select the most credible and widely accepted explanation to include in the book, while also recording other explanations in the clarification section on the same page for reference.

Seeing that he had been reminded countless times, this young Mongolian still appeared to be in a state of stubbornness that refused to change. Li Laofuzi, the chief editor of social sciences and novels at the Yuezhou People's Publishing House, was both amused and exasperated: "Alright, alright, what has got you so worked up?"

The young Mongolian man, fully prepared to hear words of praise, was taken aback, thinking that even if he did not receive the expected commendation, it was still surprising to find himself facing a lack of recognition.

Books that beautifully depict history

Most do not enjoy watching

Then, taking a deep breath, he solemnly wrote his name at the end

Stepping forward, after a very polite greeting, Yang Yi pretended to be shy and inquired about the matter of submitting without an appointment. However, he was already past the age of being easily embarrassed, and psychologically, he not only felt no tension but also experienced a sense of helplessness and disgust from trying to appear youthful. Otherwise, he might have been able to squeeze out a couple of blushes on his face to deceive others.

He took off his reading glasses, rubbed his eyes thoroughly, put them back on, and carefully examined the manuscript in his hands

Did Sister Huang in the reception room just say that a boy came to submit a manuscript? It's a good book, truly a good book, you must take a look!" Ge Lijia hurriedly handed over the manuscript paper he was holding, his expression serious: "Look!

Due to the particular nature of historical writing, the works of general historians often possess a language and narrative style that is esoteric and inaccessible, leading the public to regard them with trepidation

Having only read this book, one feels indignant. In the future, when those fabricated tales and distorted historical dramas are brought to the silver screen, won't this old gentleman be driven to his grave out of anger?

What happened to the manuscript? It's quite good! The young man looked at Yang Yi with some confusion, suddenly recalling how he had just boasted about wanting to guide someone in writing. His face turned a bit red, and he felt immensely relieved that he had only thought about it and hadn't actually said it out loud. After pondering for a while, he finally understood the meaning behind Yang Yi's words: Oh, oh, right... it's completely fine! I can definitely use this manuscript; I'll show it to our editor-in-chief. Please wait a moment!

More than ten to twenty days passed in the blink of an eye, and during this time, Yang Yi had not skipped any classes. Every day, he rushed to school and worked diligently, writing fervently from morning until night when the world fell silent and only a few lights could be seen. He maintained a pace of nearly ten thousand words each day, and finally, on the day after the high school entrance examination, he completed the first volume of "The Song Dynasty".

Most importantly, the content described in this stack of manuscripts is not exaggerated historical events intended to attract attention, as found in sensationalist accounts, nor is it based on things that do not exist at all. The writings produced by this young man are fundamentally reliable and verifiable.

Editor, Editor, you need to take a look at this manuscript! Ge Lijia rushed into his office. The young man is of Mongolian descent. After completing his studies in Beijing, he, who has a passion for literary creation, felt that he had become accustomed to the northern scenery. Thus, he came to the picturesque Jiangnan region, where he has stayed for three years. During this time, he has learned a great deal about publishing operations and encountered many acclaimed books. However, he has never come across a manuscript that could capture his heart as instantly as the one from this boy today. Therefore, he came to the picturesque Jiangnan region, where he has stayed for three years. During this time, he has learned a great deal about publishing operations and encountered many acclaimed books. However, he has never come across a manuscript that could capture his heart as instantly as the one from this boy today.

On a night at the end of June, the refreshing coolness has already dissipated, and the intermittent chirping of insects from outside serves to calm the heat in my heart. Yang Yi rubbed his aching eyes and smiled wryly—copying texts has been such a laborious task, I fear I might be the first person in history to suffer this much!

However, this draft... Ge Lijiaoli wanted to say something, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by the old man, whose face was already flushed.

However, it seems that I need to explore other avenues.

Yang Yi was quite able to understand his feelings and actions, feeling a sense of kinship with a kindred spirit. He quickly smiled and said, "It's nothing, nothing at all, just asking. What about my manuscript?"

Do ordinary people want to read history books

If one chooses to act youthful, then one should fully commit to it

After waiting for quite a while, just as Yang Yi was feeling a bit bored, the receptionist walked by the door, glanced at Yang Yi with curiosity, and then a young voice came from outside: "Sister Huang, is it in the reception room? Alright, I will be right there."

The receptionist, known as "Xiao Huang," truly exemplified diligence and responsibility, completely devoid of the indifferent and perfunctory attitude often seen in state-owned enterprises in later times. After responding with, "Forget it, I will go notify them," she stepped out from the reception window, smiled at Yang, who was standing at the door of the reception room, and walked into a deeper office.

This stack in my hands undoubtedly meets this standard of writing