Real, it's really too real.

Although people can see many minor problems in the protagonists of this novel, such as the narrow consciousness of small peasants, such as the "local" protectionism that emphasizes one acre and three parts of land, and the bad habit of turning against each other with a bad temper like a dog, it is this uninterrupted problem that makes the protagonist look extremely real, as if he is a living hero of the War of Resistance, who tore off the shackles of history from that tragic era to people's eyes. Moreover, these minor problems also better set off the protagonist's bright spots, making those advantages look particularly bright against the backdrop of minor problems.

Hehe, a force with a sharp edge in both war and discipline?

There are too many such people. During the Anti-Japanese War, the Duli Brigade where he was, later he served as the military chief, and later went to the job of a political worker. Due to the differences between the times and the specific environment, although he had never seen such a distinctive team, his initial impression was always in his heart. So when he saw this novel and the living protagonist Li Yunlong, he couldn't help but laugh, feeling that he was back in his youth.

"How is it, grandpa, how do you think of this book?" Seeing that his grandpa was completely immersed in the world of the book, Zuo Zhouzhou, who had been an hour after, finally could not hold back. Taking advantage of the time when the old man was thirsty and fumbled into the teacup, the boy hurried over and kept blowing the wind in his ears.

After being interrupted by Zuo Zhouzhou, the old man reacted. He suddenly looked up and suddenly felt why the sunshine this afternoon was so dazzling. He had not moved his feelings for a long time. Then, he felt the sour feeling from the back of his neck and both shoulders. He thought that he had maintained the same position for so long, and his old arms and legs also protested. However, in a good mood, he didn't care about the angry look that his wife had thrown over, and nodded with a happy face: "That's right, this book is written very realistically, subverting the heroic image set by those model operas in the past, but it makes people feel more vivid and more likely to accept this kind of protagonist. I think, if the publicity is properly, this can be a brand new propaganda image in our army, allowing soldiers who are already a little separated from the masses to be accepted and loved by the people again."

"Don't just say it's so high-level. Grandpa, just look at the future of this novel. If everyone likes it, can you promote this book? I think the army will definitely become popular." Zuo Zhouzhou asked himself impatiently that his grandfather wanted treatment. Although he didn't know much about many things, he also knew. If grandpa could stand up and say a few words to this book, then as a "data organizer", he could also take a super sailing boat.

Mr. Zuo thought about it after hearing this. Just when Zuo Zhouzhou was about to get angry, he suddenly turned around and gave him a look of annoyance: "Why are you so anxious to get angry about this book? Don't tell me that this book was written by you."

The old lady smiled and looked at her grandson's embarrassment, and didn't say anything. However, after Zuo Zhouzhou had a period of time, he patted his chest with confidence: "Grandpa, don't underestimate others..." Then the tone suddenly lowered several scales from its full momentum, and suddenly became less confident: "Although I am not the author, I have provided a lot of writing materials for the real author! People have already said that after this book is published, it will indicate the information to collect and organize the person's name under the author, so this book also has my efforts, can't it be!"

When the old man heard this, his eyes widened, as if he was watching a Martian, but he laughed randomly, shook his head and stopped talking.

...

In a blink of an eye, it was the end of December. I remembered that Christmas began to become popular in my previous life. Yang Yi thought it was better now. Although Christmas began to appear in some first- and second-tier cities along the southeast coast, this trend was only popular in a small area. For example, among some white-collar workers in foreign companies and some students from better families, I think those inland cities in the central and western regions should not have this habit.

However, he had no intention. He relied on his advantage of reborn people to suppress these imported products from abroad, such as bestsellers. He knew what factors made them popular, but he didn't understand how this festival was inexplicably the Christmas that became a festival for Chinese people. Even if he had a vision and insight beyond the times, he could only vaguely say some vague reasons, such as the improvement of economic development and consumption level. And the direction of this general situation is precisely what he could not change as a reborn person.

So we can't change it, just wait for the future to enjoy it. Yang Yishi's advocate of national culture, but obviously does not believe in national cultural chauvinism. Therefore, when we think of foreign things like Christmas Valentine's Day, we just sighed and had no other plans.

His current attention is all his focus before the end of the year. In three days, the new year will be the new year. On the beginning of New Year's Day, the last carnival of Yangyi Culture in Yuezhou will be staged. In the future, even with the growth of the Yangyi Culture aircraft carrier cluster, there may be industries that will settle in Yuezhou and return to the place where Yangyi Culture was born, but that was once a disaster. Some things will pass and will never be found.

"Mr. Yang, Mr. Yang, have you found some public relations? Why has your "Bright Sword" not been officially published yet? "People's Liberation Army Literature" is promoting your book?" The one who came here excitedly was Zhao Shuren, the old master published by Yang Yi. Because Yang Yi's special identity, the works written by Yang Yi are generally not written by Luo Ge or Wu Shi, but are responsible for cāo. They are taken to the printing factory and published directly. But now he rushed over like a wind under his feet, and obviously something was so excited.

"You always drink a little tea and sit down and talk slowly." Looking at Mr. Zhao waving a magazine in his hand, the young man couldn't help but laugh. This old man had been an editor for most of his life. Once he saw any major news in the book industry and the publishing industry, and once Yang or Yang published, he would come to him and chat for a while, which was worthy of admiration.

"Mr. Yang, don't tell me about this matter. I just asked Mr. Luo. He said that he was responsible for "Bright Sword" in the printing factory, but he did not interfere in the publicity. Even when I mentioned it to him, I only knew about it when I mentioned it to him! Then, who else can you find out if I don't come to find me?" Mr. Zhao usually calls Mr. Yang as Mr. Yang in workplaces, which seems very formal, but in private, the two are a little celebrating. Now seeing that Yang Yi is still sitting firmly on Diaoyutai, the old master suddenly feels that this guy's face is so hateful, and he is simply trying to swear.

"Let me see what's said above..."
Chapter completed!