The first step in the book is to start selling tofu

When the two brothers came back, they were surprised to find that Lin Zhi was actually writing!

This is really a rare thing.

Dalang lowered his voice and said to Erlang, "Are they going to recruit again?"

Ji Lang shook his head and said, "It doesn't look like that."

After all, there's no need to frown and ponder for so long just to write a job posting.

Dalang agreed. Although the two were curious about what Lin Zhi was busy with, their good upbringing prevented them from doing something rude like peeking, so they could only wait until Lin Zhi was done before asking.

Not long after, Lin Zhi finished the work at hand.

Firstly, she had already finished the first draft of the outline; secondly, it was getting dark and it was too much strain on her eyes to continue writing. So she put down her pen.

The three little ghosts saw that she was busy, so they took the initiative to cook dinner. Lin Zhi was able to sit back and enjoy the fruits of her labor. But the taste of the food... was not delicious at all.

But considering that the food is not made by themselves, if we rashly say that it tastes bad, it will inevitably undermine the children's self-confidence.

So, she nodded pretending to be satisfied and said, "Well, not bad, not bad. Today's meal has improved."

At this time, Dalang was about to ask a question, but Daya interrupted him: "Mom, what have you been writing all afternoon?"

Lin Zhi replied perfunctorily, "What else can I do? Of course I'm thinking about how to make money."

Lin Zhi naturally didn't like to publicize the fact that nothing had happened. Besides, her original intention of writing the book was to earn more money to support her family, so she couldn't really be said to be lying.

After hearing what she said, the three little ones believed it immediately.

Since moving to the county town, whenever Lin Zhi has free time, he either enjoys life leisurely or thinks about how to make money.

"Our family's fixed income is already pretty good, so don't work too hard. I'm afraid we won't be able to keep too much money."

Dalang was worried that Lin Zhi would overwork and ruin his health, and he was also worried that his family didn't have the ability to keep so much money.

After all, they are no longer the wealthy children living in noble mansions in the past. They are now just ordinary civilians and it is really difficult for them to protect themselves.

"Of course you have to make money. You may not earn much in the early stage. When our family becomes richer, I guess you two brothers should also take the imperial examinations, right?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the pressure instantly fell on the shoulders of the two brothers.

"Mom, we will definitely work hard."

Dalang said this in a firm tone, but he knew very well in his heart that passing the imperial examinations could not be achieved by hard work alone, as there were too many variables and uncertainties.

Despite this, all he could promise was to keep working hard and keep learning.

Lin Zhi stroked the brothers' hair with a smile and said gently, "Mom believes you two can do it."

At this time, Erlang, who had been silent all the time, finally raised his head and nodded attentively, indicating that he would also do his best.

After dinner, the family of four washed up and sat under the oil lamp to count the day's income.

When he saw the copper coins counted, Lin Zhi couldn't help but exclaim in surprise: "It's even more than the previous profit!"

She did not go out today and did not know the store's customer flow today.

According to common sense, the officials who came to cause trouble a few days ago should have had a certain impact on the flow of customers. However, now there is so much more money, which makes her very confused.

"Mom, all the food we made today is sold out, even the newly launched rice rolls are all sold out." Hearing Lin Zhi's question, Daya, who had been busy outside, hurriedly explained.

"All sold out?" Lin Zhi still had doubts, "Are there really so many customers?"

“No, no, no.” Daya shook her head: “There aren’t many customers, but everyone buys several portions. A lot of the money here is for renting baskets and bowls and chopsticks.”

If customers want to pack up their food, the stall provides paid packing tableware.

Although these tablewares are charged, customers can get their money back if they bring them back next time.

Lin Zhi suddenly realized: "I was wondering why there was so much more money suddenly!"

The doubts in his heart were finally answered, and Lin Zhi carefully recorded the money in the account. After the account was completed, the four people divided the money equally according to the method agreed in advance.

After the financial income is distributed, everyone will keep their portion safely.

The oil lamps glowed brightly in the dark night.

The two brothers studied attentively under the light, and Daya also had her own academic tasks.

Lin Zhi felt very gratified by the strong learning atmosphere. She immediately took out the first draft of the novel she had written during lunch break and prepared to make detailed revisions and polishing.

It is different from the stereotyped stories in the vernacular novels of this dynasty that mainly focus on stories about talented men and beautiful women.

The novel written by Lin Zhi is as imaginative as a bird's eye view and is full of all kinds of amazing ideas.

The story told in the book is even more legendary. It takes place in a mysterious and dangerous world.

In this world, people have their own unique skills and conflicts are constant, but at the same time there are sincere emotions and deep friendships.

The protagonists have experienced countless hardships and challenges. They shuttled through the swords and shadows, and wrote their own legendary lives with wisdom and courage.

She was immersed in the world of creation and forgot the passage of time.

Before I knew it, it was already late at night.

Daya finished her homework and yawned as she was about to go to bed. She passed by Lin Zhi and saw that she was still writing, and she couldn't help but feel distressed.

"Mom, go to bed early. It won't be too late to write tomorrow."

Lin Zhi slowly raised his head, a relaxed smile on his face, and said softly:

"I don't feel tired at all. You guys go and rest first."

Daya shook her head helplessly, turned around silently and went back to her room, while the three little guys skipped and went to sleep.

At this moment, Lin Zhi seemed to be dominated by the modern biological clock. Even though it was late at night, she was still full of energy.

So she continued to immerse herself in her creation without hesitation.

In this small room, Lin Zhi, holding a pen and ink, depicted the ups and downs of the martial arts world with an infatuated manner, and at the same time poured his dreams and pursuits between the lines.

The novel that Lin Zhi is currently writing is set in the Jianghu. The book is filled with all kinds of love, hatred, and vengeance, weaving a colorful and magnificent picture of the Jianghu.

However, this world of Jianghu is too vast, and Lin Zhi knows very well that he cannot show it all in a short period of time.

Just then, the sound of a night watchman passing by was heard outside the house, accompanied by the sound of time.

After hearing this, Lin Zhi knew that he couldn't stay up late any longer.

After all, I still have to make tofu tomorrow, and if I work all night, my body will not be able to take it.

She quickly packed up her writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone, then went to bed to rest.

But that night, Lin Zhi did not sleep well.

She kept dreaming that in her dreams she was riding a tall, red horse, galloping freely in the rivers and lakes...