Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

After Emperor Geowang vowed to promote poetry and writing, the literati and many publishing houses in Liyue Harbor began to make great achievements.

It seems that this has become the contract of every publishing house nowadays to collect all newly written poems, regardless of their quality, and publish them directly without any other consideration.

It's not for any other reason, but mainly because there are many authors with weaker abilities, or who simply write randomly, who are responsible for this.

In the past, no publishing house was willing to accept the works written by these people, and no one wanted to publish them even if the royalties were reduced.

But things are different now. Poetry is very popular now, and these literati who are usually unknown have become popular.

The royalties required by these writers with limited abilities are slightly cheaper than those required by other writers. Although the quality is not guaranteed, at least the quantity is maintained.

In this era when literature and writing are on the rise, even if the writing is crude and the logic is not sound, there will be people who will force themselves to read the poem, because this way they will read one more poem than others.

Unconsciously, this has formed a kind of comparison.

Let’s go back to the problem. If the publishing house finds someone who offers a lower price, then the people who maintain the original price will have no income.

In order to make a living, they had no choice but to lower their prices again and again to supply poems and essays to publishing houses. Those with weaker abilities did not want others to have a share, so they also lowered their prices.

In this way, a closed loop is formed, resulting in endless internal friction. One day, this system will collapse; it is just a matter of time.

It is no wonder that people often say that those who shine in the long river of history are either as dazzling as stars or as hateful as rats crossing the street.

Such changes also made middle-level literati, such as Su Ping, who only had two published works, seem to be ignored in the face of this farce.

This kind of people are either no longer in the world or in Liyue Harbor, or are still unwilling to condescend to make a profit, or are just like Su Ping now, no one cares about them.

It was now March 22nd, and half a month had passed since the Immortal Summoning Ceremony. This incident that had spread across the entire Liyue Harbor had become increasingly serious.

In the dormitory, Su Ping leaned against the wall, with no expression of distress or worry on his face, which was very different from the other three people living under the same roof.

Zeng Xi, Ran Ziyou and Yan Ziyuan all frowned slightly, with more or less annoyed or depressed expressions on their faces. It was obvious that they were worried about the decline in the quality of their works.

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The sound of pages turning never stopped. Yan Ziyuan rested his chin with one hand and turned the pages with the other. With every page he turned, the expression on his face became gloomier.

After he finished reading all the pages and snapped the book shut, he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "What on earth is this? How could anyone read this?! How bizarre!"

"Well, if you say that the whole article is full of flowery words, you can say that they are showing off without any intention. But this is all plain words, without parallelism and meaning. How can we describe it?" Ran Ziyu also shook his head.

Su Ping and Zeng Xi looked at each other and spread their hands. The poems and lyrics published in Liyue Harbor now were not pleasing to the eye, and could not even be called poems or lyrics.

"I don't want to watch it anymore. It's so annoying!" Yan Ziyuan sighed repeatedly and rubbed his eyebrows, as if he had endured a lot of persecution.

Zeng Xi sighed, "These publishing houses are really not picky. They take whatever they get. If it were the old days, even a writer with integrity wouldn't keep it, let alone publish it!"

No one spoke in the room, only sighs could be heard. It wasn't that they were making a fuss, but these poems were too disgusting to look at.

It's like, the sound of a crane calling once and its tail poking its nose once, the sound of a crane calling twice and its tail poking its nose twice... or a paraphrase of the ancient poet's words: Lying in bed late at night listening to the wind and rain, iron horses and frozen rivers come into my dreams, the iron horses are my thoughts of you, the frozen rivers are the separation between you and me.

This is a good poem expressing sadness and sorrow, but it was drastically changed into a poem describing love, making it a weird thing.

Any normal reader would think there is a problem and give up the idea of ​​reading any further. However, the fact that this new poetry collection is still available on the shelves of bookstores is enough to illustrate the problem.

“How come these things are so popular?” Ran Zi wondered. Has the aesthetic taste in Liyue Harbor regressed to this level?

Su Ping put one hand on his chin, watching these crudely made things make money. He was also very depressed, not only because of the money, but also because these things were spreading rapidly.

It won’t be long before all the poetry and literature in the future will be like this. It’s hard to imagine what the literary world will be like.

However, although they had some ideas about how to save the situation, they were helpless.

Because either we encourage truly talented people to create, thereby covering up the bad works, or we curb the production of bad works, but both of these paths are not feasible today.

That is why there was a scene in the dormitory where three people sighed and one person frowned.

Just when I was feeling depressed, there was a knock on the door, and a greeting came: "Brother Su, are you there? I, Gong Xihua, am here to visit you."

Su Ping answered, went to open the door, called him into the dormitory to sit together, and then asked: "Brother Gongxi, what do you want to talk to me about?"

"It's like this. Senior sister Ji Fang asked me to come and invite you to have a small gathering outside the men's dormitory now." Gong Xihua said slowly.

Su Ping nodded without hesitation and said, "I understand. I'll be there soon."

"Okay, I'll go tell them right away." Gong Xihua bowed with both hands to the four people, then hurried away.

"I have to go to Senior Sister Ji Fang's invitation." Su Ping murmured softly, and when he looked up, his mouth twitched.

The three senior students who had worried looks on their faces just now now had their eyes slightly closed, revealing a gleam of light in them, as if they had seen through certain aspects of someone's thoughts, the meaning of which was hard to describe.

Although this was not stated explicitly or expressed in words, Su Ping had already guessed what they were thinking. However, what could he, who looked only eight years old, do?

My fellow students, are you all crazy?!

Su Ping blinked his eyes and coughed twice to ease the embarrassment. Then, under the gaze of the three people, he stood up, went out, closed the door, and walked away quickly. He did this in one go without pausing.

If there were outsiders here, they would probably be stunned.

However, Zeng Xi, Ran Ziyou and Yan Ziyuan didn't think there was anything wrong. Instead, they looked at each other, shook their heads and smiled, no longer having the same expression as before.

After all, they really didn't think that an eight-year-old child and a teenage girl would create any sparks, nor did they think that their younger brothers and sisters were that kind of people.

Because they are familiar with each other, they know clearly, and that's why they put on that kind of expression in person. Also because they are familiar with each other, they know even more clearly, so they restrain themselves as soon as the person leaves.

Su Ping didn't know all this when he walked out of the dormitory, but whether he knew it or not, he knew in his heart that his fellow students had good intentions.

Outside the dormitory, there were some stone tables and stone benches for people to rest. There was only a young girl sitting on one of them. She kept looking towards the gate of the yard, as if she was waiting for someone.

As her eyes blinked, she smiled brightly and waved, "Little brother, this way."

"Senior Ji Fang." Su Ping smiled slightly, sat at the same table, and asked directly: "Senior, is there something you want to talk to me about?"

"That's right. Didn't you submit two poems to Wanwen Collection before? Now your popularity is enduring. I want to ask you to do a detailed analysis of the poems." While Ji Fang was speaking, his eyes never left Su Ping's face, and he was observing his expression.

She finished speaking only after she saw that Su Ping had not changed much. After all, the current situation was not optimistic. If she released a detailed analysis of the poems now, it would either soar to the sky or plummet.

But it is also because of the changes today that Su Ping’s two poems have become more profound, and some people even call them "the last glory of the poetry world."

For this reason, Ji Fang wanted to help his junior during this special period and try to get as much fame and fortune as possible, so as to avoid losing everything later.

Su Ping nodded and said, "Okay, then Senior Sister Ji Fang, please set a time. I'm available anytime."

He agreed so readily that Ji Fang was stunned. She asked in confusion, "You just agreed like that, without thinking about what will happen next? What if..."

"I understand what Senior Sister Ji Fang said." Without waiting for the senior sister to finish, Su Ping explained: "I believe Senior Sister will not harm me. Now that you ask me to do a detailed analysis of the poem, there must be a reason."

"Besides, I have submitted all my poems to Wanwen Collection, and I also rely on your help. Just for this, I have no reason to refuse!"

Ji Fang opened her mouth slightly and looked at the child who was much shorter than herself. It seemed as if the other person was much older and she was just a young child.

This feeling only lasted for a moment and then disappeared without a trace, because she felt that the child in front of her was just a child, even if he was mentally mature, he was still a child.

"Okay, then thank you, senior." Ji Fang's smile was peaceful, like a gentle older sister next door, and that was exactly the case.

Su Ping, who had received a lot of care from her, touched his nose and said a little embarrassedly: "Senior sister, that's too much. I should be the one to thank you for your concise annotations to the poems."

"Haha..." Ji Fang laughed softly, "Let's not argue about it, otherwise it will be dark. Well, let's set it for three days later. Do you have any plans?"

"In three days."

The date was set in these casual words.

Su Ping also had some knowledge of the detailed analysis of poetry. To be specific, he explained the poem, paying attention to the date and place of writing, as well as some information about the author and the reason for writing.

It is just like what the ancient poems in books contain. It is not difficult to write them by the author himself.