"You haven't read the storybook I wrote, so how do you know that what I wrote is a mess?"
"Do I even need to read this? You can figure it out with just a little thought. Do you think anyone can just write a storybook casually?"
Zhang Xiuyuan exclaimed, "Oh!" "So this girl doesn't need to look at things or people, she uses her toes to judge. Amazing, really amazing."
He Ling's face flushed red. How could she not know that Zhang Xiuyuan was mocking her? Just as she was about to explode, she heard Zhang Xiuyuan say, "Miss, you also write storybooks, right? I won't use my toes to think about it. After all, I like to be clean. I'll just use my fingers to think about it. Well, I think that the storybooks you write will definitely make people feel disgusted after reading them. Not to mention asking people to spend money to buy them, even if you give them money, I'm afraid no one would be willing to read them. Even if you take them home, I guess they will only end up in the toilet."
When saying this, Zhang Xiuyuan remained calm throughout, with even a faint smile on the corner of his lips.
That look is so infuriating.
He Ling was so angry that her hands were shaking and she couldn't say anything for a while.
Zhao Chuchu, on the other hand, looked at her young husband with bright eyes.
Yoho, the little puppy is showing off his claws and scratching people.
What should I do? I love Yuan Ge'er more and more.
On this side, He Ling, who almost fainted, finally recovered, her whole face flushed red with anger.
"What nonsense are you talking about? You haven't read my storybook, so what gives you the right to say that?" she roared.
The thing that story writers fear most is that no one reads their stories, and the person in front of her is even worse. He actually said that her story books only belong in the toilet. Isn't that clearly saying that her story books can only be used to wipe her butt?
If it were anyone else, who could stand it!
Zhang Xiuyuan remained calm and composed, and replied calmly, "Do I even need to see this? I can figure it out just by using my fingers."
Zhao Chuchu couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Oh my god, her little husband is really good at making people angry.
Today, Zhao Chuchu got to know another side of Zhang Xiuyuan.
He Ling's throat choked, and she was so angry that she almost spit out blood. She wanted to say something else, but she saw Song Wanxian speak in a very cold tone: "Miss He, we have finished our business, you can leave."
He Ling's eyes swept back and forth between Zhang Xiuyuan and Song Wanxian, and finally she could only leave unwillingly.
"Song Wanxian, just use his manuscript. I'll just sit back and wait for your Fengya Bookstore to go bankrupt."
The people finally left and the bookstore returned to peace again.
Song Wanxian invited the two to sit down again and apologized, "I'm sorry, I made you laugh just now."
"Nothing." Zhang Xiuyuan shook his head. "Aunt Song, can you tell me what happened? Is there anything we can help with?" Speaking of which, the two parties are now relatives.
Song Wanxian sighed slightly and did not hide it.
The income of bookstores depends on selling books, and books do not only refer to the Four Books and Five Classics and other books suitable for scholars taking the imperial examinations, but also various miscellaneous books.
After all, the number of scholars who seriously participated in the imperial examinations was only a minority, but the number of ordinary people who had read books was much greater.
Although ordinary miscellaneous books are sold at lower prices than books such as the Four Books and the Five Classics, they have a wide audience, so the income from miscellaneous books accounts for the majority of the bookstore's monthly revenue.
Among the miscellaneous books, storybooks are the most popular ones.
From Song Wanxian's narration, Zhao Chuchu discovered that the rules regarding storytelling in the Dasheng Dynasty were very complete.
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