A completed novella. An unsigned work written just for the fun of it.
A bold, spoiled saint who can turn stone into gold x a capable, home-loving support
[Coming soon: Saigon Letters, 1948] A scheming, jealous French typist with puppy-dog energy x a resilient, gentle old-fashioned young lady. Sisters chase news through wartime Saigon.
Wu Chuanyun was once a close confidante and "little sister" in the government residence, a gentle medal won in a contest for power. For people like her, politics was no grand blueprint. It was the air that filled every corner of the parlor.
When plane-tree fluff covered Nanjing and war broke out in the north, every clever maneuver became an awkward, unnecessary burden.
She fled south and arrived at the hot, humid Wuzhou docks.
The newspaper's extra edition proclaimed: A world of great harmony is just around the corner.
What she saw before her was this: people clutching crumpled scraps of paper, waiting to die in the sweltering heat.
A deception that fooled the heavens and earth. A Peach Blossom Spring on the verge of collapse. A false saint. A pastoral song both sorrowful and joyful.
[Miss Wu's Guide to Surviving in Wuzhou]
Main problem: Oh no, this is bad. The legal tender has become worthless paper!
Current resources: Section Chief Liang has prepared a token scheme that looks suspicious from the start and is waiting for someone else to take the blame.
Technical challenges: 1. How do we roll it out? 2. Who takes the blame? 3. How do we convince Nanjing that the tokens we issued aren't tokens?
Content warning: A group portrait of grassroots technocrats trying to save their locality, a local chronicle told through a small lens, and an unconventional Republican-era story. A simple story with a slow pace.
The historical setting is just a gravitational field.
Theme: East Asians become adults by starting to disobey their parents.
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