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

After Jiang Tunan left the Meng Mansion, he went straight to Youshizhai. It had been a few days since he last gave his novel away, and he believed that the shopkeeper had already seen his novel.

There are still crowds of people in front of the Poetry Studio, and the sounds of hawking and talking are endless.

"Brother! Do you remember me?"

Jiang Tunan saw the waiter who had served him before standing at the door soliciting customers, and immediately went up to greet him. The waiter was a little stunned, and kept trying to recall which family the lady in front of him was from.

"you are?"

Jiang Tunan put on a polite smile.

"I am the one who submitted an article to you before. You said the shopkeeper was not in and asked me to come back in a few days."

The clerk had some impression, but he had lost her book a long time ago, so he would never show it to the shopkeeper. Although he thought so, he still pretended to be sorry.

"Miss, I'm so sorry. After our shopkeeper read the book you wrote, he felt that it was still missing something, so..."

The guy didn't finish the rest of the sentence, but Jiang Tunan understood what he meant. It's true that what he wrote might be more in the vernacular style, and the people here might not be used to it.

"Then I'll go back and revise it?"

Jiang Tunan asked tentatively. The guy felt annoyed, but then he changed his mind and said,

"Miss, if you are willing, you can give it a try, but I suggest that you buy some popular writing books and read them more. Maybe you can make a breakthrough in your writing."

This was indeed the case. Although the clerk was suspected of selling something, Jiang Tunan was still willing to spend the money. So she bought five books at a price of 2 taels of silver each, and spent taels of silver at once.

Jiang Tunan just felt pain in his flesh.

Although she knew that ancient books were expensive, this was too expensive. If the storybooks were so expensive, wouldn't the books on the imperial examinations be even more expensive?

Looking at the busy hall of Youshizhai, Jiang Tunan couldn't help but wonder, or was it just that she was too poor?

"Miss, please come to me next time. I will do my best!"

The guy's face was already smiling like a flower, thinking that he had made another great achievement today. Judging from this guy's sales ability, Jiang Tunan was more or less a sales champion in modern times.

"what!"

Jiang Tunan was thinking about something and didn't pay attention to the people around him. A woman in coarse linen clothes fell to the ground holding a basket of waste books.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I was just lost in thought. You... um? Kikyo?"

There was an obvious scar on the left cheek of the woman in front of him. Jiang Tunan recognized her at a glance as the musician who played the pipa in Changgefang that day.

"Young lady, do you know this servant?"

Kikyo subconsciously covered the scar on her left cheek with her hand and turned her face to the side.

"Miss! Isn't this the novel you wrote?"

Chunhua found the manuscript that Jiang Tunan had given to the clerk on the ground. Although she was illiterate, she recognized that there was a jasmine flower painted on the cover of "Miss". One of the petals was accidentally stained with ink, so she recognized it at a glance.

Jiang Tunan first helped Kikyo up, and then picked up his novel from beside Kikyo.

It really is my own book.

"Miss Kikyo, where are all the books here going to be sent? How come my young lady's books are in here?"

Kikyo hesitated and said,

"These are the discarded books from Youshizhai, and they are to be burned."

Jiang Tunan's face darkened. His booklet didn't even have a crease, which meant that no one had flipped through it. The guy was lying.

"Isn't Miss Kikyo a musician at Changgefang? Why is she doing these rough jobs here?"

You know, a musician's hands are very precious. How could the owner of Changgefang bear to let Kikyo move heavy objects here?

"Miss, you are joking. I am so ugly now. I am no longer Miss Kikyo from Changgefang. I am just a servant girl."

As she spoke, Kikyo touched the scar on her face again.

Jiang Tunan sighed softly and said nothing. He just walked aside and bought a bunch of unwoven flowers from a vendor who was weaving wreaths. He gently placed it in Kikyo's hand.

"Miss Kikyo, the world first recognizes your beautiful appearance and then marvels at your talent, but I am not like that. I have been impressed by your talent from beginning to end."

Jiang Tunan turned around and looked back.

“I believe that women’s lives can have infinite possibilities, not just beauty.”

After saying that, Jiang Tunan left with his novel in his arms.

"girl!"

Kikyo stood there for a while, with hesitation in her eyes, and finally smiled with relief.

"If you want to write an essay, don't come to Youshizhai next time. If you are selected, it will become theirs and have nothing to do with you anymore."

Jiang Tunan looked at Kikyo with some surprise. Kikyo smiled slightly and looked straight at Jiang Tunan.

"Most of the storybooks in Youshizhai are copied from other small bookstores, because most of the business in Kyoto is monopolized by the Huangfu family, so no small bookstore dares to resist. Besides, judging from your appearance, your family is not an ordinary family. If people know that you write storybooks, it may affect your reputation."

Jiang Tunan didn't expect that just writing a storybook would be so profound.

"Thank you."

Jiang Tunan spoke from the bottom of his heart.

Kikyo shook the bouquet in her hand.

"It's a return gift of flowers."

Kikyo picked up the books on the ground, carried the book basket and left quickly. Chunhua sighed beside her.

"Miss, what should we do now?"

Kikyo said that, so he definitely couldn't go to Youshizhai, but where else in Kyoto could collect the book of words? Or, who dared to compete with the Huangfu family? Even if he applied to other study rooms, if he was selected, he would still enter Youshizhai.

"I know a place that's not afraid of poetry."

Chunhua looked up in confusion, only to see Jiang Tunan holding the book tightly in his hand, his eyes gleaming.

"Bamboo Shadow Pavilion."