"Why."
After the family finished their meal happily, Xu Jiang went to see Lu Zhen again. Seeing that his complexion had improved a lot, she felt relieved and said goodbye to the Cao family and went back.
One man and one donkey, they were full of food and wine and were not in a hurry.
At this time, Taikangfang was bustling with horses and carriages, and scholars, nobles, and dignitaries all gathered here. The wine seller, who was drowsy during the day, was now full of energy, calling out to the wine lovers coming and going, her smile as mellow and spicy as the wine.
Xu Jiang passed by her and continued walking forward. There was a bookstore in front of her, which was the number one bookstore in the capital - Jisheng Bookstore.
It had a big name and a big business, with many collections of works by famous scholars and literati originating from it, and many scholars were proud to have their poems and essays selected and printed there. Since she was here today, and they were in the same industry, Xu Jiang decided to go and have a look, to broaden her horizons.
She turned a corner and before she reached Jisheng Bookstore, she noticed a lot of people gathered in front of the bookstore, making a lot of noise and laughing from time to time.
What's going on?
She led the donkey closer and found that the person surrounded by people was a scholar.
The scholar stood with his back to her at the steps in front of the bookstore. Her face was not clearly visible, but he looked quite tall. However, he was slightly hunched over by the crowd, looking a little timid.
Looking up the steps, a man dressed like a waiter stood with his hands on his hips, holding a stack of loose papers. He pointed at the scholar's nose and cursed, "With your crappy poems, you still want our bookstore to publish a collection for you? You poor bastard, even if you don't have a mirror at home, you must pee in it, right? Don't you even look at yourself to see if you are worthy of it?"
The scholar angrily asked, "Does your bookstore only care about money when publishing books?"
"Of course not, it also depends on status and reputation." The onlookers burst into laughter again when they heard this.
The waiter, feeling humiliated, continued his sarcasm, "For a nobody like you, no matter how many times you come, the result will be the same. I advise you to have some self-awareness. A bookshop like ours will never be within your reach."
Xu Jiang frowned when he heard this.
The scholar was so angry that he was incoherent. "You, you... stop looking down on others."
"Who are you calling a dog?" The waiter raised his eyebrows and threw the paper in his hand at him, "Hurry up and take your crappy poem and get out of here. Don't dirty our bookstore here."
The stack of papers was like flowers scattered by a fairy, floating everywhere. The scholar reached out to pick it up, but he couldn't get many.
"My poem!"
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