You are unlucky and I am tough

Wei Qinglang found a money shop and exchanged the one hundred taels of silver note for small change. He put the heavy silver in a bag and put it directly into the space when he walked out of the money shop while no one was paying attention.

Strolling along the street, Wei Qinglang wondered if he should find a way to make money, after all, hunting was not a long-term solution.

Before, he just thought that it was enough to just get by, and he didn't have any big ambitions to become rich and reach the peak of his life.

But it’s different now. Cheng Shuang is a girl who works hard to make money to support her family. She can make more than three hundred taels with just a casual move. He can’t just live off her.

He used to have many hobbies, but reading novels was the only one he didn't have. He had never read any time-travel or farming novels, so he really didn't know what to do for a while.

As he walked, Wei Qinglang came into a bookstore on the street, wanting to buy some books and pens, ink, paper and inkstone to take home and teach his younger siblings to read.

This shop called Moxiang Bookstore is quite large and decorated in an antique style. As soon as you enter, you can smell the faint fragrance of ink and the unique scent of old paper in the air.

Customers in the store were walking between different bookshelves, and there were also customers queuing at the counter waiting to check out. The shopkeeper inside was skillfully using an abacus to collect money.

By the window facing the street, several literati and scholars sat together, discussing a newly published collection of poems, sometimes praising loudly, sometimes looking down in deep thought.

Wei Qinglang strolled around the store. Various books were neatly arranged on the shelves, including Confucian classics, poetry collections, folk legends, myths and strange stories.

He casually pulled out a book titled "Records of Strange Stories from Mountains and Rivers". After flipping through a few pages, he found that it was a novel of myths and strange stories written by a wandering scholar.

The aisle was full of people flipping through books. Wei Qinglang also found a place to stand and read. After reading for a while, he felt that the writing was quite ordinary and far inferior to the famous books he had read when he was in school.

He just thought it was just average, but the book actually sold well. In the fifteen minutes he stood there, several people had already taken the book to pay.

If such stories could make money, he thought he could write them.

Thinking of this, Wei Qinglang had an idea in his mind. The dynasty he was in now was fictional, which meant that he could write the historical changes of China over the past five thousand years as a novel.

It's a magnificent historical scroll, from the tribal conflicts and integration during the Yanhuang and Chiyou eras, to the founding of the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties, and then to the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods...

For example, he could write The Investiture of the Gods about the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, and The Beacon Fires to Trick the Princes and Shang Yang's Reforms about the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

There are also the Qin Dynasty's Qin Shi Huang unified the six kingdoms, the Romance of the Three Kingdoms in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, the heroes of Liangshan in the late Northern Song Dynasty, etc...

He also has a computer to look up relevant information, and if he writes about these events in plain language and sells them as novels, there will definitely be a market for them.

If you like strange stories, he also has Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio.

When Wei Qinglang was pondering the feasibility of this matter, a clever waiter came up and said with a smile when he saw him looking down in thought, "Sir, you have been reading this book for a long time. Would you like to take a copy? It only costs 250 coins."

Wei Qinglang was a little surprised. He thought that books related to writing would be very expensive. The price was much lower than he expected. It was probably a strategy of small profits but quick turnover.

He called the clerk over and gave him a few copper coins. "Young man, I see you have quite a few storybooks in your shop. What's the price for them?"

The clerk looked at the copper coins in his hand with great joy. "It depends on the story. Our boss has reviewed the scripts and priced them based on the content. You can buy them out in one go."

The clerk looked at the young man in front of him, who was dressed in coarse cloth and did not look like a scholar. "If you want to sell storybooks, you can just write them and show them to the shopkeeper."

After getting a general understanding, Wei Qinglang walked around the bookstore again and bought a copy of Thousand Character Classic and a copy of Three Character Classic.

Each person also received a set of the Four Treasures of the Study and some Three Character Classic copybooks. The Three Character Classic and Thousand Character Classic were each one tael of silver. I bought seven sets of the Four Treasures of the Study at two taels of silver each, and some copybooks cost a few hundred wen. The total bill was sixteen taels and seven cents.

The shopkeeper enthusiastically packed the things himself. The clerk didn't expect that Wei Qinglang, who was wearing a patched coarse cloth shirt, was a rich man, and he was amazed.

Wei Qinglang put the things into the backpack and said to the shopkeeper with a smile before leaving, "I will come again in a few days, shopkeeper, please don't forget me."

The shopkeeper was confused, and the clerk hurried over and told him what Wei Qinglang had just asked him.

Wei Qinglang walked back with his things on his back. He bought a few buns and some cakes on the way and returned to Baicaotang. As soon as he entered, he heard several women talking.

"It's true. My arm was numb for several days. I took some medicine for a few days and it didn't work. But after a few injections from the little girl, it's healed now."

"Also, there was a kid with a cross-eye just now, and the girl gave him a few injections and he got better. Isn't that amazing?"

"I heard that she's very good at treating women with postpartum illnesses. She's a young girl who's never given birth, but she speaks so well."

"Even Doctor Tao from Baicaotang praised her highly, saying her medical skills were better than his."

"Isn't that a miracle doctor?"

"Little girl, this is incredible. With a female doctor, women in our Qushan County will be blessed in the future."

"Don't call me little girl. I'm a very capable person. Call me Doctor Cheng."

"Yes, yes, yes. I'll go back and talk to the women in the village and ask them to come if they have any illnesses that they are embarrassed to see a male doctor."

Wei Qinglang heard a lot of praise as he walked in. When he arrived at the backyard, Cheng Shuang had just finished seeing a patient and came out to rest.

He handed the buns and pies he had bought to Cheng Shuang, "People out there have praised you as a miracle doctor."

Cheng Shuang took a bite of the bun and muttered, "That's who I am."

At about three quarters after noon, Cheng Shuang finished her day of seeing patients and earned a total of more than six hundred coins in medical fees. She also told Doctor Tao that because there were too many patients coming to see her, she would come a few more days this month.

Doctor Tao was naturally overjoyed. Cheng Shuang was seeing patients here and getting medicine from his shop. He had made a lot of money today, so who wouldn't be happy to make more money?

After leaving the pharmacy, the two began to ask where they could buy ducklings, and were finally pointed to the livestock market.

The bustling livestock market was bustling with the sounds of horses neighing, cows mooing and sheep bleating. Stalls were packed next to each other, filling the narrow streets, and animal feces could be seen everywhere on the ground.

Both of them couldn't stand the smell and covered their noses. Before finding a place selling ducks, Cheng Shuang stopped in front of a stall selling donkeys.

An old man was bargaining with the stall owner, who was praising his donkey enthusiastically and refusing to back down.

Cheng Shuang looked at the donkeys in the shed and thought that she might have to travel frequently between the village and the county town during this period. If she took the ox cart every day, she would be questioned by the villagers.

She made a decision and turned around and said, "Wei Qinglang, let's buy a donkey cart."