After crossing, I was miserable.

Recently, Qian Duoduo often came to see Shopkeeper Zhou. At first, Shopkeeper Zhou was very happy.

Every time he saw Qian Duoduo, he mistakenly thought that Qian Duoduo was looking for him to discuss business.

Little did they know that the drunkard's real intention was not to drink.

After Qian Duoduo came for another week, Shopkeeper Zhou finally realized that Qian Duoduo did not come for him, but might have come for his master.

Shopkeeper Zhou was a little touched, but he didn't know what he was touched for.

It's not that he doesn't want to contact his master, it's that his master has returned to the palace and he can't contact her at the moment. It's always been his master who contacts him, and he can't contact her at all.

Qian Duoduo sometimes doubted whether Chu Yan really existed, otherwise why would he be so hard to see.

Today she sent the copied story of "Liang Shanbai and Zhu Xiaotai" to the bookstore to discuss it with the old man.

It is a bookstore she often goes to, and over time she has developed a very good relationship with the owner.

A small bookstore that often sells oddities and miscellaneous items.

The boss is a very interesting old man. He often sits there reading books. When people want to buy books, they pay directly without change. They can give any amount.

He also often has some students copying books here to earn a living.

But the requirements are very strange. You can copy any book in the room. But the handwriting must be beautiful and neat. The amount of money will be determined based on the neatness of the handwriting and the beauty of the font.

Calligraphy competitions are occasionally held, and prizes are given out.

Qian Duoduo sometimes wondered if this person was some invisible boss, otherwise how could he make money?

"Old man, my friend wrote a book, can you help me take a look at it?"

Qian Duoduo was not impolite, but the old man had become familiar with her. After becoming familiar with her, he insisted that Qian Duoduo call him "Grandpa" and he called her "Grandson".

What a weird request! Qian Duoduo once suspected that he had mental problems.

But every time he came, the old man would call him, "Grandson, grandson". If he wasn't old, she would suspect that he was scolding her.

As a result, customers who came to buy books or students who copied books thought she was really the old man's granddaughter and went to her for help with any problems. Because the old man had a bad temper and was a bit stubborn, it was difficult to communicate with him.

Gradually, Qian Duoduo also got used to this name.

Every time I am in the bookstore, I can play the role of "grandson" very well.

Not only did she bring some food when she came, she also helped him organize the bookstore.

She finally realized that the old man was just greedy for her food. Not only would he get food, but he would also get free labor.

Qian Duoduo could hear what was happening at home.

"You wrote it yourself, right? And to your friend? Do you have any friends?" the old man said without raising his head.

"Hey, old man, who are you looking down on? Of course I don't have any friends. I have a lot of friends. They can be lined up from the East Gate to the West Gate of the capital!"

"Humph,"

The old man opened the introduction written by Qian Duoduo and suddenly got a headache when he saw his handwriting...

"Is this the heavenly book you wrote? How come I don't recognize a single word?"

Qian Duoduo suddenly realized that he had given the money to the wrong person.

"Forget it, I'll just take it to another bookstore."

"Go to Daxing Bookstore. They sell a lot of novels like this." The old man said indifferently.

"Daxing Bookstore? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"Huh, what? Have you heard of all the bookstores in the capital?"

Qian Duoduo scratched his head and chuckled, "I only know that a bookstore like ours will do."

"Mr. Qian," the visitor said as he saw Qian Duoduo bow slightly.

If Manager Zhou were here, he would definitely recognize that this is Zhao Houzhi, the student from the Imperial College who won the first prize.

Qian Duoduo likes the names of ancient celebrities very much. The names of all educated people are very meaningful.

For example, Zhao Houzhi means "virtue leads to thickness, wisdom leads to clarity".

"Zhao Jiansheng is here."

Qian Duoduo greeted warmly.

It was in this bookstore that she met Zhao Houzhi. Although they didn't have much interaction, the old man liked this scholar very much.

He was recommended to study at the Imperial Academy because he was a successful candidate. However, due to his poor family background and his sick mother, his family could not afford to support him to study, so he had to earn his living expenses by himself.

Fortunately, the expenses of the Imperial College itself are not much, and you only need to pay for your living expenses yourself.

"How are the children? Are they behaving well?"

After Qian Duoduo learned about his story, he took the initiative to pay him to teach some orphans or children from families without financial means.

They are mainly concentrated in the South City and the North City, because there is a saying in the capital: "The East City is rich, the West City is expensive, the North City is poor, and the South City is cheap."

Because most of the people in South City are refugees now, children can’t even get enough food and clothing, let alone study.

This reminds Qian Duoduo of a certain country: one side of the river is full of rich people and splendor, while the other side of the river is full of slums. How ironic.

Qian Duoduo thinks that she does not have the ability to lead them out of poverty and into prosperity, but she always feels that reading can make people wise, reading can broaden their thinking, and reading can make their thoughts progressive.

So he gave Zhao Houzhi a sum of money and asked him to build a primary school in the south or north city, just to teach the children to read.

For Zhao Houzhi, who was originally a scholar, this was something he felt he had no choice but to do.

Even if he couldn't go due to something, he would call his friends and would not miss the class.

"Everything is fine and proceeding in an orderly manner."

"Mr. Qian, if you don't mind, could you let me take a look?"

"you?"

This really surprised Qian Duoduo. He didn't expect that a student who studied the books of sages would read this kind of book. Isn't it a bit unlucky?

Qian Duoduo also said directly: "I'm sorry to disturb your study time. I wrote this for fun when I was bored."

Zhao Houzhi also saw Qian Duoduo's concerns and said, "It's okay. If you don't mind, I can help you take a look at the writing style."

Qian Duoduo thought this was a good idea, because most of her writing was in vernacular Chinese, and some words were not used in this era.

So after thinking it over again and again, I decided to give it to him.

"Then it'll be hard work."

When Zhao Houzhi opened the novel, he was shocked. This font?

Zhao Houzhi looked at Qian Duoduo and didn't expect that the handsome Qian had such a...

He coughed lightly and said, "Mr. Qian's handwriting is a bit special, I am not used to it, could you please explain it to me so I can record it.

Besides, I don’t recommend you to take your manuscript directly to the bookstore, ahem…”

"Haha, you must be an educated person to be able to talk. You must be so ugly, haha."

I didn't expect the old man to speak so directly. Zhao Houzhi's ears turned red and he felt a little embarrassed.

Qian Duoduo turned around and pretended to be angry, glaring at the old man: "Old man, you are the only one who talks too much. This is called cursive calligraphy, cursive calligraphy, if you don't understand it, don't talk nonsense."

Qian Duoduo also coughed twice, "Okay then, thank you for troubling Mr. Zhao."

"will not."