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

The study that Wen Zhu gave to Jiang Tunan was called Mozhuxuan. Mozhuxuan was not far from the Imperial College, so Jiang Tunan arrived there in less than an incense stick of time. Coincidentally, this shop was the one where Shuyan had brought her to buy pens and ink before.

"Girl, what do you want to buy?"

The waiter quickly came forward to greet Jiang Tunan. Jiang Tunan glanced around the store and found that there were not many people. Jiang Tunan did not hesitate and showed the token given to her by Wen Zhu to the waiter.

"Can I have a chat with your shopkeeper?"

The clerk recognized it as a token of his employer's fortune and called his own shopkeeper over immediately.

Jiang Tunan was surprised to find that the owner of Mozhuxuan looked exactly like the old man he had met in Zhuying Pavilion that day.

"Shopkeeper, have we met before?"

Jiang Tunan still remembers the arrogant look of the old man in Zhuying Pavilion that day.

"It seems that the young lady has been to the Bamboo Shadow Pavilion. But if you have not been to the Bamboo Shadow Pavilion, how can you get the Pavilion Master's token?"

The shopkeeper bowed and said,

"I am Wang Er, the person the young lady saw in Zhuying Pavilion before was my twin brother."

"So that's how it is. Uncle Wang, I came to you today to discuss the sale of the storybook."

After listening to this, Wang Er was a little surprised. He didn't know why the Pavilion Master suddenly decided to sell the storybook and even found such a little girl. Although he thought so, Wang Er still respectfully invited Jiang Tunan into the inner room.

"What do you think, young lady?"

Jiang Tunan analyzed carefully.

"Master Wenzhu only gave me one month, and I must earn one thousand taels in this month. But the people who read the novels in Kyoto are the young masters and ladies. If we want to make money, we must snatch customers from Youshizhai.

But we have just started, and our popularity is definitely not as good as Youshizhai, so we can only work hard on vernacular novels. There are only two sources of vernacular novels: one is to buy them from outside, and the other is to write them ourselves.

However, since we can buy the storybooks outside, then we can definitely buy them in Youshizhai. People will naturally choose to buy the same storybooks from the shops they are familiar with. If we want to achieve the goal of one thousand taels, it will not work just by relying on the storybooks outside. "

Wang Er saw that Jiang Tunan's analysis was well-reasoned and his expression began to become serious.

"The girl means that we should write it ourselves? But we don't have a teacher who can write storybooks in Mozhuxuan."

Jiang Tunan grinned a few times.

"I am not very talented, I just happen to be able to write a few storybooks."

Wang Er was a little surprised. It seemed that the girl in front of him came prepared.

"How many books does the girl have?"

"Three."

Wang Er nodded slowly, looking away, as if thinking.

"Although three books are a bit few, it's better than nothing. Then I can buy some more storybooks from outside and start this business."

Jiang Tunan felt a little guilty and said,

"Don't be impatient, Uncle Wang. I haven't finished yet. What I mean is... I have only written the beginning of the three books."

"what!"

Wang Er stood up from his chair and asked Jiang Tunan in disbelief,

"Does the girl mean that she doesn't have any? Or does she plan to finish writing first and then open the business?"

Jiang Tunan smiled, with dimples on his face.

"Perhaps Uncle Wang, you know what is meant by ending and serializing?"

Wang Bo was stunned at first, then sat down and listened carefully to Jiang Tunan's narration. The employees of Mozhuxuan only knew that a girl who was in charge of their store came in the morning and had been talking with Wang until noon. Occasionally, the sound of two people talking loudly could be heard in the inner room. Just when everyone thought that the two people were arguing because of a disagreement, the door of the inner room opened.

Wang Er came out first, his face was a little red because of being too excited, and Jiang Tunan also came out with a grin. The appearance of these two people made the shop assistants even more confused.

"Miss Jiang, I'll wait for your good news!"

Wang Er's tone was a little excited, and Jiang Tunan nodded vigorously.

"Uncle Wang, I'll go back and prepare first."

Before they knew it, it was already noon and Jiang Tunan was a little hungry. Jiang Tunan guessed that Xiao Mingrui must have gone home by now, so he and Chunhua had something to eat at a roadside stall and then walked back slowly.

At the gate of Honglu Temple, Xiao Mingli walked out in a disheveled manner.

Oh my God! Who knows what he has been through these days!

He had not returned home since the news that the Dayin Kingdom had sent an envoy to Daxing came in. Sometimes the Dayin envoy was not used to the food, or the Dayin prince wanted to change the imperial physician.

In less than half a month, all the doctors in the Imperial Medical Bureau had examined Liangchuan Zemu one by one. Sometimes, Xiao Mingli really suspected that Liangchuan Zemu wanted to tire himself to death in this way so that he would have one less opponent in the International Assembly.

What a vicious and sinister person!

As for the food, he really couldn't understand why they didn't eat steamed fish, but wanted to eat it raw. And they couldn't eat grass carp, sea bass, bream, or crucian carp, but had to use carp to make sashimi.

Although he was busy in the Honglu Temple, he still took time to take people to the palace pond to catch carp.

Fortunately, those evil people finally calmed down today, so he had time to go home.

Xiao Mingli sat dejectedly on the steps in front of the Xiao Mansion. He hadn't had a good bath or a good night's sleep for a long time. The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. He was an official, but he was doing the work of a maid.

Xiao Mingli was immersed in sorrow when suddenly a steamed bun appeared in his sight and rolled to his feet.

"It's not easy. This beggar looks so pitiful."

"Miss, you are so kind."

Xiao Mingli:?

What beggar? Who? Who is the beggar?

As soon as Xiao Mingli looked up, he met Jiang Tunan's sympathetic gaze.

"Chunhua, don't tell me, this beggar is quite handsome, he looks like my cousin Mingli."

Xiao Mingli: ???