The first step in the book is to start selling tofu

"It's gone, how could it be gone?" The old man stared blankly at the last piece of paper as thin as a cicada's wing in his hand, muttering to himself.

Lin Zhi, who was sitting on a chair to rest, turned around inadvertently and caught a glimpse of the old man's dazed look, and a sense of doubt and worry arose in his heart.

She quickly stood up, walked carefully to the old man, and asked softly:

"Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?"

However, in the face of Lin Zhi's concerned inquiries, the old man seemed to be petrified and had no reaction, his eyes still fixed on the paper in his hand, as if the whole world had nothing to do with him.

Lin Zhi felt more and more uneasy. She stretched out her hand and waved it gently in front of the old man's eyes, but the other party did not react at all.

She couldn't help but frown and thought to herself: Could it be that this old man had a heatstroke because of the hot weather?

Just as Lin Zhi was thinking about how to help the old man, suddenly, she felt her hand being tightly grasped.

"What are you doing? Let go! Let go quickly!" Lin Zhi struggled in shock and tried to pull his hand free.

"Give me back the manuscript... the letter. I don't want you to write anymore."

Lin Zhi stared at the old man suspiciously, wondering in his heart: Is this person a pervert? Otherwise, why would he hold someone's hand so inexplicably?

At this moment, the old man seemed to come back to his senses. He suddenly let go of Lin Zhi's hand and explained anxiously:

"Don't! Don't! Madam, you misunderstood me. I was just too excited after reading the contents of the letter. I meant no harm! I'm definitely not a pervert. Please don't misunderstand me!"

After hearing this, Lin Zhi looked at the old man with half belief and half doubt, but the vigilance in his eyes had not completely disappeared.

She hesitated for a moment, but finally decided that it was more important to retrieve her letter first.

So she reached out to the old man and asked for the manuscript.

Seeing this, the old man quickly took the manuscript in his hand behind him, and at the same time showed a flattering smile on his face:

"I'm really sorry for scaring you just now. I was just attracted by the content on the paper. I definitely didn't mean to offend you."

Lin Zhi looked at him with a frown, very dissatisfied with his non-cooperation.

"My lady, I really didn't mean to offend you." The old man apologized again: "How about this, my lady. As long as you let me finish reading the rest of the story, I won't charge you any money. How about I just transcribe it for you?"

The old man looked distressed as he spoke, but he still decisively pushed the copper coin towards Lin Zhi.

He finally got an order, but it flew away right after he got the money. His heart was bleeding.

But thinking about the content of the script he had just read, for the sake of the subsequent plot, he was willing to pay the money he had just received.

Lin Zhi still looked at him suspiciously.

The old man smiled awkwardly, and in order to make Lin Zhi dispel his bad impression of him, he opened his mouth and told him about his situation.

The old man's surname is Wang, and his name is Changshan. He is an old student who has never achieved fame.

Wang Changshan grew up in a wealthy family, so his parents sent him to school. He worked hard and passed the examination for the first time.

He was only sixteen years old at that time, a time when young people were full of vigor and vitality.

His teachers, family, relatives and friends thought he would be very successful, so they started to train him with all their strength.

However, at the age of sixteen, he no longer liked to read books, or rather, he did not like to read those flowery books. He was fascinated by vernacular novels.

But people around him didn't know that he was so addicted to the storybooks that he neglected his studies.

But he was also smart, and he could always handle his studies and dealing with his teachers and parents perfectly.

Therefore, people around him just thought that he failed the exams repeatedly because of bad luck.

Once, twice, three times...

One year, two years, three years...

Ten years passed in a flash like this.

In the past ten years, he has married and had children, but he is still addicted to the storybooks. His parents are quite wealthy, so they let him continue to take the exam.

Until he was 35 years old, he still hadn't passed the imperial examination, and his parents died one after another that year.

Before they died, his parents' last wishes were for him to continue to study hard and gain academic success, so as to change their family's fortunes.

He agreed and put in the corresponding efforts. But the content of the storybooks was always the same, and he got tired of reading them, so he put it down.

That's right, it's not easy to pick up studies again after neglecting them for so long.

In this way, he took the exams for another ten years. This year, he is fifty years old, and he is still a student.

Over the past decade, he has spent all the inheritance left by his parents, so he came here to set up a stall and make money.

If you earn little, you can use it for household use. If you earn a lot, you can continue to take the exam.

He hadn't read a storybook for a long time, and when he suddenly saw Lin Zhi's storybook, the content was still so novel.

He is so excited!

"So...can you let me see the rest of the manuscript?" the old man asked nervously.

These are not letters at all, they are clearly manuscripts.

And judging from the handwriting, these manuscripts were most likely written by this young woman.

Thinking of this, he looked at Lin Zhi with admiration.

"Finish copying these down first!"

Lin Zhi didn't agree or refuse. She hadn't finished the revision yet and couldn't show it to others.

"Okay, okay, I'll copy it down right away." The old man sat down immediately and began to copy it carefully.

While he was transcribing, he read the manuscript again.

This is the second time I've read the content, and I'm still as attracted as ever.

The manuscript was transcribed quickly. Lin Zhi did not take the money back, but took the manuscript directly to the library.

"Boss, do you accept manuscripts of storybooks?" Lin Zhi went straight to the shopkeeper as soon as he entered.

"We have to take a look at it before deciding whether to accept it or not." The shopkeeper did not give a clear answer.

After all, it is a book. Although it is not a serious book as many book-readers would consider it, it is still a book.

When it comes to books, you have to have a certain level of quality before you collect them.

Lin Zhi handed over the transcript he had just received: "Then take a look at it, shopkeeper."

The shopkeeper took the manuscript nonchalantly, glanced at it, and was immediately attracted by the content.

He read faster and faster, and when he was almost at the last page, his hands were still turning the pages.

When he saw that there were no more manuscripts at the end, he couldn't help but frown in dissatisfaction.

That’s all?

What's next?

What's next?

Looking at his posture, Lin Zhi knew that the novel he wrote had attracted the shopkeeper, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

This is a manuscript that I spent a lot of time and effort to create, just like my own child.

Even if I think the children I write about are good in every way, it is really great to be recognized by others.

The shopkeeper, who had not read the sequel, started reading it again from the first chapter.

After reading the manuscript again, the shopkeeper looked up at Lin Zhi.