Qing'er took it.
Because paper and pens are very expensive, Chen Ci used the cheapest kind of paper, which was very rough. Even so, the words on the paper looked very beautiful, with a hint of sharpness in the horizontal and vertical strokes.
It is said that a person's handwriting reflects his character. Perhaps there is a kind of unknown sharpness hidden in Chen Ci's heart.
Qing'er took down the things she bought and gave them to them.
Because the weather was getting colder, Qing'er prepared bedding for them and bought mats. It was not a big deal for them to sleep on straw all the time.
Qing'er even wanted to repair the roof of the dilapidated temple.
But he held himself back.
The safest way is to allow them to move out if possible. Now they can only wait until Huixiang Restaurant opens a branch in Tangzhou Prefecture, and when they go to work and save money, they can move out and live in a better place.
Qing'er stayed inside for the entire morning before leaving.
When leaving, everyone was reluctant to go. Finally, Qing'er said that she would come to see them again in the future, and they became happy.
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In the carriage, Qing'er flipped through Chen Ci's storybook, which was the story of Yuanyuan and his parents.
Although she had heard it once, Qing'er felt that the story written by Shen Ci was different from the one told by Chengzi.
The stories written by Chen Ci are more delicate and the writing is more fluent. They always touch people's hearts inadvertently. The simple words bring cleanliness and beauty after the sadness.
Although Qing'er didn't know much about the storytelling world, he sincerely felt that Shen Ci's storytelling was very well written and that the people would definitely like it.
But why don’t bookstores want it?
When Qing'er arrived at Yipinzhai, the first thing she did was to look for Zhang Xiuyuan.
"Brother Xiuyuan, can you help me take a look at this storybook? How is it? Will the bookstore want it?"
Zhang Xiuyuan had a chance at this moment and took the thing from his hand.
He was a little surprised and could tell at a glance that this was a draft of a storybook, something obviously only the author of the storybook would have.
How could Qing'er have that? Could it be that he started writing storybooks?
Zhang Xiuyuan had some doubts in his mind, but he didn't ask and planned to read the storybook first.
When I first saw those words when I flipped through the storybook, my eyes lit up.
I have to say that the handwriting is really good. You can tell that it took a lot of effort. At least he, who has only been learning for more than a year, can't compare to it.
Just by looking at the handwriting, he knew that these words were not originally written by Qing'er.
Zhang Xiuyuan began to read, but after just a few paragraphs, his brows furrowed. He flipped through the pages quickly and soon finished reading all the contents of the storybook.
It wasn't that he read the storybook quickly, nor was it that he was perfunctory, but...
Zhang Xiuyuan looked up at Qing'er, who looked expectant, and asked, "Whose storybook is this?"
"You may not believe it when I tell you, but this was written by Xiao Ci." Speaking of her younger brother Chen Ci, Qing'er, who is usually quiet and doesn't like to talk much, turned into a chatterbox and chattered non-stop.
Of course, all the words were in praise of Shen Ci, from his two years of perseverance, attending classes regardless of wind or rain, cold or heat, to his making money by writing storybooks.
In Qing'er's opinion, Chen Ci is good in every way.
"Brother Xiuyuan, I think Xiao Ci's storybook is very good, but why does no one want it in the bookstore? What do you think after reading it?" Qing'er felt that she would not make a wrong judgment. Chen Ci's storybook was really well written.
Zhang Xiuyuan did not answer immediately, but took out a few storybooks.
"Take a look at these stories, and maybe you'll have the answer after reading them."
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