Chapter 125: Chapter 125: The Person Who Calls Her Little Sang Chapter 125: Chapter 125: The Person Who Calls Her Little Sang In Lin Changfeng’s room, Lin Caisang looked at her flushed cousin and blinked.
“Um, Sangsang, I’m going to deliver transcriptions at Literati Pavilion tomorrow. Would you like to accompany me?” With an awkward expression on his face, Lin Changfeng shifted the topic and asked her out of the blue.
The paper and ink he had managed to save up were already exhausted, with a significant portion used up by Sangsang. The remaining items were all for Literati Pavilion, which he couldn’t afford to deplete randomly.
“Brother Changfeng, are you going to the county?” Lin Caisang’s eyes brightened.
She had forgotten just how frugal her cousin was. He used water and a brush to write on surfaces where paper wasn’t necessary or scribbled on the ground with a stick. She herself had used quite a few sheets over the past few days, it was about time she purchased some more.
“Yes, do you want to go?” Lin Changfeng asked her.
“Of course, I’ll go.” Lin Caisang immediately nodded in agreement.
“We have the oxcart, anyway. So, we’ll start by selling the medicinal herbs at the local market tomorrow before heading to the county. We can buy more paper and ink while we’re there. Brother Changfeng, I can earn money now. You don’t have to transcribe books anymore. If you really want to earn some money, you could wait until after passing the imperial examination. How’s that sound?”
Writing under low lantern light was really straining for the eyes, and she was against Lin Changfeng pushing himself any harder.
“How could this be possible?” Upon hearing this, Lin Changfeng immediately shook his head in denial.
He already felt guilty enough for only eating meals at home without doing anything else. If Sangsang had to earn money to support his spending, could he still consider himself a man?
Lin Caisang glared at him in disbelief.
“Brother Changfeng, the autumn imperial examination is approaching. These next few months are the most crucial. If we don’t make proper preparations, it may lead to a poor performance during the exam, and we would have to wait another three years.
Brother Changfeng, you surely don’t want to waste three years of your life over a small amount of money, right?”
After hearing her words, Lin Changfeng felt a bit hesitant.
“Stop dawdling. Listen to me, you won’t regret it. If you feel like you’re burdening me, you can always compensate me in the future when you’re earning money. How does that sound?” Lin Caisang added fuel to the fire when she saw him wavering.
“Tomorrow, return these books to the owner of Literati Pavilion. I believe he’ll understand your situation.”
“This… fine.” In the end, Lin Changfeng gave in and agreed.
Qianlin County was quite an extraordinary place.
While Yejun often had an uneven climate, which frequently led to droughts, Qianlin County was teeming with people day in and day out, exuding prosperity.
As it was the last stopping point from Liang Kingdom to Wei State, whether for small trades or large shops, business was terrific. The hotels and restaurants stayed packed daily.
Likewise, the academy in Qianlin County was on par with those in Yejun City, and there were many bookshops.
The bookshop Lin Changfeng frequented was named Literati Pavilion. The owner, unlike those of other bookshops, was of humble birth and was naturally very friendly. Moreover, he would always lend a helping hand to scholars like Lin Changfeng.
“Sangsang, this is the place. Let’s go in.”
Lin Changfeng glanced at the plaque hanging above the entrance, then turned to Lin Caisang and spoke.
“Changfeng, Sang… what brought you guys here?”
Just as the two were about to enter Literati Pavilion, they heard a familiar voice. Lin Caisang paused in her tracks and looked at the man appearing beside them, her forehead peppered with worry lines.
There was probably only one person in the entire Qianlin County who would address her as ‘Sang’.