All along, there had been a group of people on the Internet who were promoting the era of the Republic of China.
In their words, that was the golden decade of China's modern history. The economy and culture were developing.
These people even gave many examples.
Many netizens in the live broadcast room were fans of this view.
And now.
They were confused by Ye Tian's words.
Then, he said,
These people began to express their opinions on the bullet screen.
"What's going on?"
"Old Master, who are you mocking?”
"Although I respect the old man's identity as a war hero and a patriotic poet, I think what he said just now was inappropriate.”
"What right do you have to say that?”
"I'm a citizen of China. I was born as a human, so I have the right and freedom to speak.”
"Haha, what are you saying? You have to know that your freedom is earned by people like the old master.”
"I don't think so. You can disagree with him, but you can't deny that he does have the right to speak.”
"Forget it. Don't say such inhumane words in the future.”
“………………”
There were people who said all kinds of things. After all, keyboard warriors were everywhere these days. As long as they didn't agree with their views, they would do their best to slander the other party.
As for the identity of the other party, that was not important.
Not to mention Ye Tian, even a scientist who had concealed his identity for the country for decades had been slandered.
…………
At the mushroom house.
Everyone was still eating, their hearts filled with questions, but since Ye Tian didn't say anything, they didn't ask.
Everyone could only suppress the doubts in their hearts and sit there obediently to eat.
Finally.
After half an hour, Ye Tian put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a tissue.
"Old Master, you're finally done eating.”
"We're dying of anxiety here."”
"What's the rush?"
Ye Tian glanced at him indifferently." Don't talk while eating, don't talk while sleeping. Let's talk after dinner."”
“…………”
Little Chef Huang was speechless.
This old man was really invincible!
This attitude really had the attitude of a wealthy family.
Helplessly, he could only continue eating.
When the audience in the live broadcast room saw this scene, they could not help but laugh.
This was the first time he saw Little Chef Huang being defeated, and it was quite interesting.
Very quickly.
After everyone had finished eating, a few young people cleaned up the table under Teacher He's lead.
Ye Tian returned to his room and took out a pot of tea, sitting down and drinking.
Finally.
After packing up, everyone sat around Ye Tian.
"Old Master, tell us what the Republic of China is like.”
Peng Peng summoned up his courage and asked Ye Tian.
"You want to know?"
Ye Tian looked up at him.
"I really do."
Peng Peng immediately nodded.
"Alright, then I'll just say it casually.”
Ye Tian said calmly.
Everyone's eyes lit up as they looked at Ye Tian seriously.
Facing everyone's gaze, Ye Tian calmly said,""Let's put it this way. When I was writing 'Legend of the Martial World,' the remuneration was a silver dollar per thousand words.”
"Ah?"
Hearing his words, everyone was stunned.
It wasn't just Huang Little Chef and the others, even the viewers in the live stream didn't have a clear idea of what Ye Tian meant. After all, they hadn't lived in that era and didn't know what it meant.
Ye Tian thought for a moment and said,""Have you seen Camel Xiangzi? Do you know those rickshaw drivers of the old era?”
Everyone nodded.
After all, the profession of a coachman often appeared in movies, television dramas, and literary works.
Ye Tian calmly replied," Take wages for example. During the Republic of China, coachmen had to work themselves to death every day just to barely support their families. If he contracted any disease, he basically had no money to treat it. He had to rely on his body to endure it. If he could not endure it, he could only wait for death. If I write a few thousand words, it will be enough for those coachmen to work for half a month.”
Hearing these words, everyone was stunned.
"Ancestor, does that mean that your remuneration of one yuan per thousand words is very valuable?”
Sister Zifeng asked in surprise.
Ye Tian nodded." Back then, the price of rice in Mingzhu was six cents per catty. The prices in Beijing and Tianjin were twenty percent lower, so you could buy a catty of rice for four or five cents."”
At this point.
He looked at Chef Huang." I remember that you were a university teacher. Do you know how much a university teacher earned in the Republic of China?"”
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Chef Huang was stunned!
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