1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 182 The strong never complain about the environment

Zhang Leping sat on the sofa and took two sips of wine.

He likes to drink, and he can't draw anything without drinking.

He had just taken two bites when his wife scolded him. The old couple had a quarrel.

Zhang Leping was not very happy. He picked up the script left by Jiang Xian and skimmed the beginning paragraph first.

"In 1937, the crisis reached its final stage and entered an extraordinary period. Every moment, every minute, every second, every mouth was calling out:

The economy in an extraordinary period, the finance in an extraordinary period, the fiscal policy in an extraordinary period, the spiritual training in an extraordinary period, the national education in an extraordinary period, the mass training in an extraordinary period, the workers in an extraordinary period, the farmers in an extraordinary period, the women in an extraordinary period, and the transportation in an extraordinary period.

Zhang Leping's eyes lit up, and he sensed the black humor in it, then looked at the first line -

"Sanmao's Military Life".

Okay.

Revised his comic book "Sanmao Joins the Army".

He slapped his thigh cheerfully.

"This kid is awesome!"

No one else can write in this flavor.

He can't either.

He could do it with a few drawings, but he hardly ever wrote anything, so he couldn't write a sentence like this.

He continued reading. He was drunk. Jiang Xian's script was written very smoothly. The plot flashed before his eyes like an animation:

Sanmao was driven to the battlefield like a duck on a shelf; Sanmao carried wood with his feet not even touching the ground; Laogui used a severed hand to steal someone's ring and even had to pry open his fingers to see the lifeline.
The narration is also beautifully written:

To discuss again means to discuss again, to study again, to discuss again, to weigh again, to compare again, to consider again, to observe again, to look again, to think again, and so on and so forth.
"Ha ha ha ha."

Zhang Leping was so happy that he was like a little kid, leaning forward and backward.

Zhang Weijun was surprised. He had just had an argument with his mother, but how could this old man look so happy?
"Are you reading Jiang Xian's script?" Zhang Weijun asked tentatively.

"What a pity, what a pity."

"Is it not well written?"

"That's not the case. He wrote it very well and revised it very well. It has some of my elements as well as his elements, and the flavor hasn't been destroyed."

"Then what are you sorry about?"

"What I regret is why he only wrote so little? I really can't read enough."

Hiss.

Zhang Weijun was surprised to see the old man's face full of unsatisfied feeling.

He watched Jiang Xian write this manuscript from scratch. He wrote so many pages in one go, and it was so good that the old man liked it so much?
"You mean, he wrote this play right here in our house?"

Zhang Leping found it unbelievable when he heard Zhang Weijun's story.

He was used to writing in the inner room, because his house faced the street, and all kinds of noises could be heard outside the window all day long. The neighbors were in a mess, which was disturbing and not a suitable environment for writing.

What made Zhang Leping feel even more incredible was, "I heard from Ms. Li Xiaolin that Mr. Jiang was writing a manuscript for Harvest. How could he draw ideas from that article and adapt it into a script for Sanmao's Military Experience?"

"Maybe it's because the adaptation work is easier?" Zhang Weijun guessed.

"Easy?" Zhang Leping smiled and pointed at the manuscript. "That's because you haven't read the script. There are some of my stuff and some of his stuff in it, but most of it is his. He was able to write to this level with very few corrections, which means he wrote it in one go. This is not an easy task."

Zhang Weijun picked up the manuscript and glanced at it. It was just as Zhang Leping said. "Dad, Mr. Jiang is a man of quick wit, right?"

Zhang Leping pondered for a moment, as if he was thinking of an old story.

"Mr. Ke Ling once told a story that when Ms. Zhang Ailing was 13 years old, she read a novel by Mr. Zhang Fanggui on a street stall. From then on, she fell in love with literature and entered the literary world.

At that time, Mr. Zhang Fanggui's novels were very popular in Shanghai. He serialized seven or eight novels at the same time, including "Spring Ming Unofficial History", "Spring Ming New History", "Sword and Heart of the Lute", and "Tears and Laughter". Moreover, these seven or eight novels were serialized in seven or eight different newspapers.

At that time, every evening, editors from newspapers who came to request manuscripts would line up outside Zhang's door and wait. It was noisy and chaotic. Mr. Zhang would just lower his head and write quickly on the manuscript paper. He would finish thousands of words in one go and hand them over to each editor.

The most taboo thing for writers is to write multiple works at the same time, but Mr. Zhang Fanggui wrote seven or eight works at a time, and they were serialized at the same time without any conflicts. This efficiency and talent can be said to be unmatched in the world. He never made drafts when writing, and never had an outline. He could write without stopping, and he finished it in one go, with almost no corrections. Once an article was published, it became popular all over the country. "

Zhang Weijun listened to Zhang Leping talking to himself. He knew that Zhang Fanggui his father mentioned was the great writer Zhang Henshui, who wrote "Life is full of regrets and the rivers flow eastward", was famous for a time and fascinated countless men and women, and whose representative work was "The Story of a Noble Family".

He wrote nearly 4000 million words of novels in his lifetime.

Online writers holding keyboards would break out in a sweat when seeing this number. It took thirteen years to write "School Beauty's Personal Bodyguard" and twelve years to write "Mythical Three Kingdoms", and they only wrote more than 4000 million words in total.

Zhang Henshui held the pen and wrote more than 4000 million words one by one.

"Mr. Zhang Fanggui is well-known for his 'fast hand'. He has been writing 20 words every day for 5000 years without fail, regardless of wind or rain, headache or fever, or even when he is playing mahjong with friends. He plays mahjong with his left hand while writing with his right hand, and he never misses the time to play mahjong or submit his manuscripts."

Zhang Leping said this and picked up Jiang Xian's script again. "Anyone who does creative work requires a quiet environment. It is rare to find someone like Zhang Fanggui who can find peace in a noisy environment and handle things with ease. In the past, there was a custom that Beijing would not ask Shanghai for manuscripts, and Shanghai would not ask Beijing for manuscripts. However, Mr. Zhang Fanggui is famous throughout the country. In my opinion, Jiang Xian, the author, is not incapable of doing so."

Zhang Weijun was shocked when he heard this.

Although his father was talking about Mr. Zhang Henshui, his words were full of praise and admiration for Jiang Xian, and he was almost comparing Mr. Jiang to Mr. Zhang Henshui.

He also loved literature and had tried writing novels, so he naturally understood the pain of squeezing out word by word. He could understand Jiang Xian's talent more thoroughly.

"Weijun, go call Mr. Jiang and ask him to finish writing this script."

Zhang Weijun nodded and came back after a while.

"Have you fought?" Zhang Leping looked at him.

"Fighted."

Zhang Weijun wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "However, Mr. Jiang said that he had urgent matters to deal with in Beijing, and he is ready to leave for Beijing. He will send it to me after he finishes writing it."

(End of this chapter)