Lu Mengxi transmigrates.
Her father: A down-on-his-luck scholar who knows nothing but classical texts.
Her older brother: So poor he cannot even afford tuition.
Her little brother: So hungry he cries for food, tears and snot running down his face.
Their ancestral home has been rented out, their shop has gone under, and their servants have scattered.
The family's only asset is this little farmhouse, with a roof that leaks whenever it rains.
Lu Mengxi looks at her thin arms and legs, then takes a deep breath.
In her previous life, she was at least a web novelist who updated six thousand words a day. Surely she couldn't starve to death just because she'd transmigrated?
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Without a keyboard and with only a writing brush, Lu Mengxi decides to take up her old trade again and earn money by writing novels to support her family.
She writes about the martial world, leaving countless students so captivated that they skip class to read her updates.
She writes rebirth face-slapping stories, making townsfolk applaud and shout with delight, wishing they could kill the protagonist's enemies themselves.
She writes about domestic intrigue and family ethics, and ladies and young misses throughout the city recognize themselves in her stories.
In the end, even the imperial relatives in the capital go wild for her latest chapters.
The young master of the Marquis of Zhennan's household chases her for updates all the way to the bookshop.
Princess Shouchang sets up a
