Zhao Chuchu remembered that there were indeed a few storybooks in the study at home. She thought they belonged to Sister Lin, but she didn't expect that they belonged to her young husband.
"You can write if you like."
Now, Zhang Xiuyuan spends the whole day either doing business at Yipinzhai or staying in the kitchen making pastries.
He never complained about anything or said he was tired.
But Zhao Chuchu knew that he was not that keen.
She hoped that Yuan Ge'er could find a career that he truly liked and loved, just like Zhang Xiulin liked reading, Zhang Xiuwen studied medicine, Qin Shu made pastries, and she liked doing business.
Although women were superior to men in the Dasheng Dynasty, Zhao Chuchu never wanted Zhang Xiuyuan to be dependent on her. Instead, she hoped that he would have his own career and live a brilliant life of his own.
And just now, she happened to see enthusiasm in Yuan Ge'er's eyes.
"Is it okay for me?" Zhang Xiuyuan frowned slightly and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Forget it."
"Don't worry about the family business. I'm here, Brother Yuan. I hope you can have what you love. After you marry me, I can support you and allow you to pursue what you love. It's not like marrying me will require you to break your wings, abandon what you love, and make a complete contribution to this family."
Zhang Xiuyuan stared at her in a daze, not saying anything for a while.
Can he pursue what he loves? Can he?
To be honest, Zhang Xiuyuan never thought about what he liked.
From childhood to adulthood, as the eldest son and the eldest brother, he took on everything too early. All he thought about was making his family live better and better.
If you ask him what he likes.
He would probably be confused.
He seemed never to have loved anything, nor did he seem to have the right to pursue the things he loved.
After marrying Zhao Chuchu, he also wanted to do business and make pastries to make his family's conditions better.
But now, Zhao Chuchu opened up the conversation.
He suddenly understood.
He likes telling stories.
When he was young, he was the only child in the family. His mother would often tell him stories before he went to bed at night. Every night, he would fall asleep with stories that were either amazing or beautiful.
At that time, he was thinking that when he grew up, he would also tell stories to his mother.
But later, he grew up.
My younger brother and sister were born.
The family became increasingly poor.
Later, my mother passed away while fleeing.
He will never have the chance to tell stories to his mother again.
"Wife, do you think I can do it?" It has to be said that Zhang Xiuyuan's heart was shaken, but he was not confident.
"My husband is so talented, of course he can. Writing storybooks is a legitimate profession, and you can make money by selling them in bookstores."
Writing vernacular novels in ancient times is actually the same as writing novels in modern times.
If you really treat it as a profession, you can write well, have people read it, and make money.
Zhang Xiuyuan's heart was completely shaken.
“But I’m afraid I won’t be able to write well.”
Zhao Chuchu curled her lips and smiled, with a hint of joking: "It's okay, my wife will teach you."
Having read so many melodramatic novels in modern times, picking out some of them can always give Brother Yuan some inspiration.
I wonder what the situation would be like if melodramatic novels became popular in the prosperous era.
Thinking of this, Zhao Chuchu began to speak.
White moonlight, substitute, scumbag and bitch, running away with the baby, sad love and amnesia, misunderstanding, miscarriage, etc., whatever is so melodramatic.
Zhao Chuchu spoke with great interest.
Zhang Xiuyuan listened in a daze, feeling as if his three perspectives had exploded.
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