Plundering the Dao of the Immortal Journey Chapter 665: ronin

After searching, Pei Ziyun did not find any news about these people in the online news. After waiting, he entered the keyword "Dongying Writer" in the search engine. ◢Following*Dream◢Little*Say Щщшā

Immediately after the entry was displayed, he clicked and opened a book. After reading for some time, he stopped and muttered: "The mysterious and beautiful features, the mood of drinking alone on a rainy night in late autumn, is trembling."

"Sure enough, the Shinkawa Shogunate is different from the times I know. The world changed by this, naturally, there are no people and works that I know in my memory."

"But it's not that there are no first-class or super-class authors and works. Think about it. Every era has its own outstanding people. How can there be no works without anyone."

"It is still difficult to dominate with the works in memory. The only thing that can be sustained is digital superposition, but this has the issue of style differences."

Many people don’t know, but those who are familiar with literature know very well that a person’s style of writing is actually habitual and distinctive. The more outstanding the author, the more so.

A familiar reader can tell at a glance whose work it is.

"At best, it is to confuse limited and relatively close styles."

"The big differences in style must not be side by side."

"But I don’t want to be a lifelong copywriter. I just want to earn some manuscript fees and make the article and dominate the country to complement each other. When it is disclosed, I will add legendary color. There is no need for digital authors to superimpose their works. No. 1 in the literary world."

"But even so, I'm only 12 years old now. If I don't want to shock the world, I can't copy articles that must have obvious and profound experience."

"Creativity and writing are fine. Only those young authors who have won awards can be selected. They also have traces of youth. It is best to be the works of martial arts."

"Yes, it is said that Ibuki Mitsuki made his debut at the age of fifteen and won the newcomer award with "Samurai Under the Cherry Blossoms". Although not very strong, it is the most suitable, and he has a deep imitation of the traces of the paddy field. Already a little bit of the unique beauty of samurai's emptiness and sorrow portrayed in the paddy field, which is exciting, but the writing and experience are relatively weak."

"Shui Tian Ye Naka is famous for describing the samurai series of short, medium and long stories, but there is no Paddy Field in this world. If you put it backwards, it will make people feel that Ibuki Mitsuki’s arrival in the Paddy Field is a natural sublimation of the childish to mature. ."

"This is the beginning of the samurai series, and the number of words is not much, it is 3,500 words."

"As for the submission target, it is only in Dongying fools who go to the Internet to submit."

The unit price of Dongying Network's manuscript fee is 0.1 or 0.2 yen per word, 100 yen per thousand words, 450 yen per short story, and for temporary work in convenience stores, the salary is 900 yen per hour.

This prevents no one from posting quality manuscripts to the Internet.

For traditional literature, the manuscript fee is calculated based on the number of sheets. For the average author, a manuscript paper with 400 words is about 5000 yen. If the one just now was accepted, it would cost at least 40,000 yen.

Of course, with such high remuneration, editorial review is also very strict. First, second, and third review are the norm, but for copywriting, even the lowest-level manuscripts are used in the **** battle of the elites in history. If you kill it, you are afraid of everything else, so you are not afraid of review.

Thinking of this, Pei Ziyun didn’t hesitate anymore, and crackled. If it’s just a transcript, just dictate it. Although the Taoism and supernatural power are lost, the speed of the unity of mind and hand can be at least 250 words per minute, just listening to the crackling. Continuous sound, continuous writing appeared on the computer screen.

It is said that the maximum input speed is 500 per minute, which is unnecessary.

I went to Izumi Yamada who was busy for a while again, and at this time, her voice revealed her anxiety: "Shinichi, are you okay? What are you doing?"

Speaking, Izumi Yamada, who came over, watched with bright eyes, carefully observing.

Pei Ziyun, who had just finished writing silently, clicked to save, and did not check for typos. He was full of confidence in himself--if he still made a typo, did his practice feed the dog?

The email was sent to the Shiraishi Academy Publishing House. Before Yamada Izumi could see anything, Pei Ziyun stood up, grabbed the wooden knife, and shouted: "Mom, I'm going out to find a convenience store. "

I didn’t wait for Yamada Izumi to react, so she ran out, the convenience store was not far away, and when she entered, she heard a voice: "Welcome."

Pei Ziyun went straight to the photocopying area. In Pei Ziyun’s view, Dongying Convenience Store is actually a condensed version of Shanghai’s multi-functional shopping malls. It has shopping, dining, daily services, payment of utility bills, insurance, taxes, and delivery. , Can be delivered to your door.

Printing is very convenient.

But when he arrived at the photocopying area, Pei Ziyun was startled. He saw a somewhat familiar person—Fukada Otoye.

Fukada Otoye was smiling, and kept bowing to the guests: "Hello, guest, welcome, what service would you like?"

She has a smile on her face and a bitter heart. She has good grades, but her father temporarily lost her job, so she went out to do odd jobs.

Part-time work is not hard work, but the sad atmosphere at home made her worry. As she was thinking about it, she saw a big face coming over, and it just said: "I want to print."

"In black and white, ten yen per sheet." Although she is an elementary school student, she is polite and slightly bowed, but in a blink of an eye: "Are you Yamada-san?"

"Fukada-san, I want to print these, can you print it for me?" Pei Ziyun asked with his eyes turned and took out the USB flash drive.

"Of course." Fukada Otoha was still very patient, and it was not too much trouble. She plugged it in expertly, printed it, and noticed the map of Dongying.

"I am going to travel the whole country. This is my travel plan." Pei Ziyun said.

Suddenly, Fukada Otoba was surprised. This was really unexpected. He said: "Ah, Yamada-san is so young, planning a national tour. It's amazing."

"Help me check the route to the second-hand bookstore. I am going to go tomorrow."

"Okay, wait a minute." She said, and asked casually: "What book are you buying?"

"Junior High School Textbook."

Pei Ziyun said: "Although I am planning to travel across the country, but I don't want to delay my homework, so I am going to finish the required courses and some elective courses in advance."

"I am going to buy these second-hand books at 1/3 of the price."

The middle school includes eight subjects including Mandarin, society, mathematics, science, music, art, health and sports, technology and family, and the elective courses are foreign languages.

"That's it!" Fukada sounded a heart, and said embarrassedly: "Well, I will change classes soon. If you are willing to wait for a while, I can reduce my textbook by one-fifth. The price is for you."

"Also, if you do, I can still give you tutoring." With that, Fukada Otoha was very ashamed. If her father was unemployed and the economy was a bit tight recently, she wouldn't be like this.

"If it's okay within half an hour." Pei Ziyun said, and after paying, he consciously took a wooden knife to the newspaper area to turn over a few pages of magazines. In the convenience store, it is okay to stand and browse the magazines. Wait until he feels it. Sorry, for a long time, the station reading culture has become a unique landscape of Japanese convenience stores.

At this moment, a man is passing by.

The moment he brushed against this man, Pei Ziyun was suddenly startled, and the other party probably felt the same way. He squinted his eyes and looked around, and finally saw Pei Ziyun holding a wooden knife.

I don’t know why, this man in his 30s lowered his head and exchanged a few words with Pei Ziyun and introduced himself!

This man who calls himself "Shidu", with short hair and deep fatigue between his eyebrows, said: "Oh, so you graduated from elementary school. Have you decided on junior high school?"

"Is it a private high school in Milan? It's a very good school. Are you going to join any club?"

"Kendo, it's very good, it can exercise people's will."

"Hey, I still want to travel all over the country and visit shrines everywhere. It's really a great ambition." Shidu was verbose, and he didn't worry about the feelings of the people around him, and then talked about his own affairs.

"I am going to visit a nearby shrine or temple tomorrow. It seems that we have the same interest." Shi Ducong took out a blue flyer and gave Pei Ziyun one.

The flyer looks like a shrine. Pei Ziyun didn't have time to look at it, and before he knew it, time passed.

"Sorry, I've been waiting for a long time." Fukada Otoha came over and looked at the man with suspicion.

"Ah, I’m really sorry, I don’t know why~ IndoMTL.com~ I’ve talked with you back, I feel a lot easier." Shi Du smiled reluctantly, bowed his head and said: "Excuse me, I’m here I'll leave."

"What a weird man, Yamada-san, don't talk to strangers, especially this kind of people who may be homeless." Fukada Otoha is very vigilant, and if Pei Ziyun is Luo Li, she is even more so. It's going to call the police.

"Even if you are a tramp, you are a tramp." Pei Ziyun said with his eyes wide open. In Dongying, the tramp is a large group. There are delicious and lazy people, people who are under pressure, people who are unemployed, and There are ronin.

The so-called ronin originally refers to the samurai who escaped from the shogunate era-only once a samurai can be called a ronin, but the unemployed farmers are not.

Up to now, it refers to people who have received higher education and even had an annual salary of tens of millions. Because of various deportations or self-exile, they are distinguished from ordinary homeless people by their talents.

"Huh, don't be deceived." Fukada Otoba continued to remain vigilant: "There are also that strange words---talking to you, I will feel much more relaxed."

"What kind of man can relax by chatting with elementary school graduates?"

Pei Ziyun said: "It is also possible..."

But he didn't say this sentence, because Fukada's face became more suspicious, suspecting that he had been cheated.

At the moment, he silently stopped, followed her out, out of the brightly-lit convenience store, and headed to the apartment where Fukada Otoha lived.

Under the street lamp, Fukada Otoye was still instilling the idea of ​​guarding against strangers, and Pei Ziyun nodded repeatedly, finally satisfying her.

The liberated Pei Ziyun looked back at Ye Ye.

"This man, there is a deep dark aura on his body. It's strange, I just came here, and I felt that there was no supernatural aura for a few days."

"Why now, I have encountered it twice in a row?"