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Blurb:
[Handicraft-channel content creator heroine vs. young husband with an ancient-text System]
In Chang'an, there was a little-known general store for cannon fodder.
When Jiang Yue transmigrated, her landlord had just raised the rent. Unable to pay, he smashed up the shop.
In the original story, the previous owner suffered a head injury, the store was wrecked and seized, and the four members of the family were left homeless, ultimately meeting a tragic end.
Looking at her injured adoptive parents and her young husband, who couldn't read a single character, Jiang Yue saw that their home had been looted down to the last penny. They were left with nothing but the northwest wind to drink. She couldn't help exclaiming that this was difficulty set to hell mode.
But she was, after all, a hugely popular handicraft blogger with a million followers. When she spotted wild palm trees on a nearby mountain, she had an idea.
With little capital, she would start with things that cost nothing. She gathered palm leaves and wove them into butterflies, lanterns, flower baskets, and larks. The children clamored to buy them.
Once she bought a carving knife, she began making wood carvings and clay figurines. Her lifelike little birds, beasts, and other trinkets were a hit with girls and children.
Then she opened a treasure shop. Her handmade hairpins and earrings, necklaces and brooches, resin-pressed flowers, peach-blossom fans, and more sent the noble young ladies scrambling to buy them.
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Pei Qiusheng transmigrated into the body of Jiang Yue's young husband. Seeing the wrecked shop, his fiancée with her newly injured head, and her wounded adoptive parents, he could only lament his fate.
To change their poverty-stricken circumstances, they needed to earn money and pass the imperial examinations.
[Congratulations, Host. You have bound the Ancient Text System. Would you like to activate it now?]
Hey, the heavens had given him a System. They weren't entirely heartless after all.
And so, they earned money, studied, and took the imperial examinations.
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The old couple smiled from ear to ear at their clever, money-making daughter and their scholar son-in-law, who brought honor to the family.
But Jiang Yue and Pei Qiusheng found just about everything about each other suspicious.
One day, while Pei Qiusheng studied by lamplight, Jiang Yue peered through a crack in the window and muttered under her breath, “Why isn't he following the plot?”
Pei Qiusheng flipped a page without thinking and replied, “That's what I should be asking you.”
The two of them realized what they'd said and exclaimed in surprise, “You transmigrated into a book too?”
*
The top scholar, Pei Qiusheng, was to marry into the wealthy Jiang family.
The princess wanted him for her consort. “A merchant's daughter is beneath you, after all.”
Pei Qiusheng replied, “Whatever her background, she is the only person in this world with whom I can discuss the past and present. I love her with all my heart.”
[Reader's Guide]
1. One-on-one, first time for both leads, happy ending. 50% anti-piracy lock.
2. A gentle, clever, earnest, and sweet little lamb x a stubborn, devoted, lovesick puppy who's prone to jealousy
3. Also known as The Merchant's Daughter Marries a Scholar in an Imperial Examination Story. The setting is very loose. I'm a new author, so please be kind.
4. If you like it, lovelies, add it to your favorites so you won't lose track of it. Love you all!
Theme: Heaven rewards diligence. You reap what you sow.
There are a lot of messes in the Duke's mansion in this town. It's better to set up her own business and the heroine will be less angry in the future.
Fortunately, this old girl met Pei Qiusheng. If she had met a modern scumbag, she would have been killed. My friend has met many scumbags and now she complains about this to me every day.
This Wen Yuan really only wants face, why should he blame me, Jiang Jiang!
Congratulations on the ending, the ending is so heartwarming hehe
Sprinkle flowers, congratulations on the great completion!
The heroine regards the two elders as her parents because they are really nice people. What is going on with the hero? Previously, he had the idea that parents in ancient times looked down on the heroine and wanted the heroine to take more care of her. I felt uncomfortable watching it. Isn't it funny to think of something like this now? After being the heir apparent for a few days in ancient times, he forgot his identity as a modern person?
Stupid, I really think of these two people as my parents, speechless =_=
I think the most powerful thing about the heroine is not the handwork but the creative ideas
"Sixty-eight" is a big bug for the author~
Comparing these two amounts, this one is less.
"White" is a big thorn in the side of the author~
Hundred
There are a lot of messes in the Duke's mansion in this town. It's better to set up her own business and the heroine will be less angry in the future.
Fortunately, this old girl met Pei Qiusheng. If she had met a modern scumbag, she would have been killed. My friend has met many scumbags and now she complains about this to me every day.
This Wen Yuan really only wants face, why should he blame me, Jiang Jiang!
Congratulations on the ending, the ending is so heartwarming hehe
Sprinkle flowers, congratulations on the great completion!
The heroine regards the two elders as her parents because they are really nice people. What is going on with the hero? Previously, he had the idea that parents in ancient times looked down on the heroine and wanted the heroine to take more care of her. I felt uncomfortable watching it. Isn't it funny to think of something like this now? After being the heir apparent for a few days in ancient times, he forgot his identity as a modern person?
Stupid, I really think of these two people as my parents, speechless =_=
I think the most powerful thing about the heroine is not the handwork but the creative ideas
"Sixty-eight" is a big bug for the author~ Comparing these two amounts, this one is less.
"White" is a big thorn in the side of the author~ Hundred