The book has no strength, the female supporting role just wants to survive

"Haha, this girl has a temper."

The old man stroked his beard and thought that he had seen a good show today.

The shopkeeper was a little embarrassed. He didn't expect Jiang Tunan to be so disrespectful. He wanted to argue a few more words, but saw Xiao Mingxu respectfully step forward.

"Master."

Jiang Tunan was a little surprised. This plain-looking old man turned out to be Xiao Mingxu's teacher?

Xiao Mingxu turned to Jiang Tunan and introduced him,

"Xiao Nannan, this is Mr. Leng who taught us in the Imperial College."

The accountant almost fainted when he heard this. To be a teacher in the Imperial College, one must be either well-educated or have a high position of power. And there happened to be a teacher named Leng in the Imperial College who had both of these qualities.

That was Emperor Baili Quan's teacher when he was still the crown prince, Guanglu Dafu Leng Yikang.

The emperor respected his teacher very much and wanted to use him, but unfortunately Leng Yikang himself was not very interested, so he asked for an idle position as Guanglu Dafu and occasionally taught in the Imperial Academy.

"Xiao Mingxu, you little brat, you're not staying at home to study hard, but running out to wander around, right?"

Leng Yikang pretended to hit him, and Xiao Mingxu was so scared that he ran away quickly and pulled Jiang Tunan over to block him.

Jiang Tunan: ...

"Master, listen to me. I have something serious to do today. I came here with my cousin. She just arrived in Kyoto and is not familiar with this place. I brought her out to familiarize herself with the streets."

"Is this your cousin?"

Leng Yikang looked around Jiang Tunan three times, left and right, muttering to himself as he looked.

"How come all your brothers and sisters are so smart and you are the only stupid one?"

Seeing that Leng Yikang's attention had shifted to Jiang Tunan, Xiao Mingxu secretly turned around and hid in the crowd. Before leaving, he even said hello to Ye Ruzhen.

"I'm leaving now. You can accompany my cousin to read the storybook later."

Before leaving, he seemed to remember something and added,

"All your expenses today will be charged to me."

Ye Ruzhen's eyes immediately lit up, and she sent Xiao Mingxu away with an earnest look. By the time Jiang Tunan reacted, Xiao Mingxu had already walked away.

"My cousin is gone?"

"What do you mean your brother? That's our brother."

Jiang Tunan: ???

"Girl doll, what's your name?"

Since he was Xiao Mingxu's teacher, he must not be an ordinary person. Jiang Tunan did not dare to neglect him.

"Sir, my name is Jiang Tunan."

"Jiang Tunan? What's the meaning?"

As expected of an educated man, he spoke so tactfully. Jiang Tunan had some feelings for the old man in front of him, so he patiently answered,

"Soar up to ninety thousand miles, break through the clouds, carry the blue sky, and then fly to the south."

"I have ambitions! Hahahaha, the girls' school is recruiting students recently. Are you interested?"

Jiang Tunan nodded and answered truthfully.

"I have been preparing recently and should be able to pass the exam."

It’s okay to get high scores, and it’s okay to memorize a few poems to show off, but it’s still difficult to take the actual test on these poems and songs.

"You are honest."

Leng Yikang changed the subject and turned to the shopkeeper and accountant of Qishefang.

"Now that the outcome has been decided, you should keep your promise. Although I don't like to use power to oppress others, if you don't keep your promise or embarrass this little kid in the future, I will go to Jingzhao Yin to have a good talk with him."

The shopkeeper and the accountant could only agree and promised not to cause trouble to Jiang Tunan. The crowds who were watching all around also dispersed spontaneously when they saw that there was nothing exciting to watch.

"Hope to see you at the Imperial Academy, little one."

Leng Yikang's kind face reminded Jiang Tunan of his grandfather in modern times. He just didn't know how the old man was doing now. So Jiang Tunan smiled more sincerely.

"I will work hard."

After Leng Yikang left, Jiang Tunan and Ye Ruzhen went to Youshizhai, the place where the Huangfu family sold storybooks, as they had agreed before.

This Youshizhai was completely different from the place where Xiao Mingrui's servant had taken her to buy stationery. As soon as she entered the previous place, she could smell the fragrance of paper and ink in the air, mixed with a faint fragrance of bamboo. The furnishings in the store were simple and elegant, with many students reading books in it. Occasionally, she could hear whispers of conversation, but the whole store was very quiet.

The Youshizhai is very lively. From the outside, it doesn't look like a place selling books, but more like a market. The entrance of the Youshizhai displays the latest novels and some best-selling novels. There are many people at the entrance alone.

"This is it, Xiaonan, let's go in."

Ye Ruzhen led Jiang Tunan into Youshizhai, which was packed with people, but most of them were women, who were carefully selecting items from the shelves.

"Look, this book is very popular recently."

"Actually, I wanted to buy the book "Xue Wengui and Wang Xiaochuan" today, but I think your book is also good!"

"Youshizhai's books are getting more and more boring. It feels like the stories are all following the same routine."

"Yeah, yeah, I think so too."

Jiang Tunan took in everyone's performance. It seemed that Youshizhai's book could no longer meet the public's needs. This was the best time for her to take advantage of the situation.

"What do you two want to see?"

A waiter came up and introduced Jiang Tunan and the other man enthusiastically.

"What kind of notebooks do you have?"

When the clerk heard this, it seemed that this was a new customer of Youshizhai, and maybe the sales performance for the next few days would be settled.

"My lady, it seems that this is your first time to visit our Poetry Studio. I can't say much about other books, but if you are looking for a storybook, you have come to the right place. Our Poetry Studio can be said to be a place where you can find any storybook you want, except for the ones you can't think of!"

The waiter led Jiang Tunan and the other man to the center of the shelves. He pointed at the rows of books and introduced them one by one.

"You see, these are all about the love between a rich lady and a scholar. These are about a poor young man and a rich lady. And these are about the story of a young general and a young lady from an official family. As long as you like, whether it's a scholar, a general, a prince, a nobleman, a knight, or a young prime minister, we have it all."

Jiang Tunan was puzzled.

"Is it illegal for ordinary women here to fall in love?"

The fellow smiled ingratiatingly.

"Well, young lady, you think too much. The daughter of an ordinary family at this age is either sold as a maid or still at home cutting grass and feeding pigs. How can she have time to talk about love with a prince or a general? We writers can't be out of touch with reality, right?"

Jiang Tunan: You are writing a storybook, so why do you still care about being realistic?

"Then I want one with the scholar!"

Ye Ruzhen searched excitedly, and the waiter's eyes lit up, and he came forward to help introduce it.

"This lady has a good eye. This type is the best-selling one in our store. You will definitely be satisfied if you buy it."

After a while, Ye Ruzhen had four or five storybooks in her arms, and Jiang Tunan felt helpless.

"Brother, do you have any scripts?"

The guy was helping Ye Ruzhen pack. When he heard Jiang Tunan's words, he answered without thinking,

"Of course we do, but we already have a professor here who specializes in writing storybooks. If it is a storybook from outside, we generally don't accept it."

Jiang Tunan felt that there was hope, and continued,

"Young man, can I meet your boss? I have some story books here. The themes are novel and the writing style is interesting. I guarantee that customers will want to read more. How about we discuss a deal?"

The guy had a weird look on his face, thinking he had caught a big fish, but it turned out he was selling his storybook.

"Miss, it's not that I don't want to help you, but our shopkeeper happens to be away today. How about we do it another day?"

If it weren't for the fact that the lady next to this man also bought a few books, he wouldn't have been so polite.

Jiang Tunan believed it to be true, thinking that the shopkeeper was not at home today. He smiled, took out the novel he had written before and handed it to the clerk.

"This is part of what I have written. Please do me a favor and let the shopkeeper take a look at it when he comes back."

Jiang Tunan took out a few coins from his sleeve and stuffed them into the man's hand.

"Thank you, brother."

The guy immediately smiled happily, patted his chest and promised,

"Miss, don't worry."

After the waiter sent the two men out, he weighed the silver in his hand and smiled disdainfully.

"These young ladies from wealthy families have nothing to do all day long."

Another waiter came over and looked at the silver in his hand with envy and said,

"This is the eighth one this month."

The clerk put away the silver and threw the manuscript Jiang Tunan gave him into the waste book basket, which also contained the manuscripts of the other seven young ladies.

"Who cares? I have the money to take it."