Zhang Heng sat in a bookstore, looking at the bustling crowd in front of him, not knowing what to do.
People came and went, and the traffic was heavy. It was a prosperous scene.
It would be even better if these people were not wearing ancient costumes.
"What's going on? Didn't I just participate in the double-selection event at school?”
Zhang Heng blinked, looking confused." Did I transmigrate?”
"Ancient times? Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming, Qing? Or Great Qin?"
Sitting in the bookstore and looking at the pedestrians in ancient costumes, Zhang Heng was sure that he had transmigrated and was overjoyed.
Didn't you see that with so many transmigration novels, which transmigrator wasn't doing well?
Becoming a CEO, marrying a rich and beautiful woman, and reaching the peak of life!
"What is my cheat?"
"System? Old grandpa? Or some other special ability?"
Zhang Heng's eyes lit up as he kept calling out in his mind.
In the novels that he had read, the main characters had gotten their cheat codes this way!
After half a day, Zhang Heng had to admit the cruel truth that he did not have a cheat.
"We're finished this time! If I don't have a cheat, do I have to rely on myself?”
Zhang Heng rubbed his rumbling stomach and smiled helplessly. Now, even eating was a problem.
Zhang Heng stood up and looked around the bookstore.
He was on the left side of the store, like a cashier. Behind him was the stool that Zhang Heng had been sitting on.
On the right side were four rows of bookshelves, densely packed with all kinds of books.
There was also a door that led to the backyard.
"Without a cheat, if I want to survive in ancient times, I have to first figure out which dynasty this is and what my identity is.”
Zhang Heng went to the bookshelf on the right and looked at it one by one.
"The Analects of Confucius, the Book of Songs…"
Zhang Heng was a little speechless. They were all books of the Four Books and Five Classics, and he couldn't figure out anything at all.
He strolled to the backyard. There was a well in the middle of the not-so-spacious courtyard, and beside it was a small house.
He walked into the house. It was very simple and crude. There was a bed, a table and a chair, and a spiritual altar with two memorial tablets on it.
Zhang Heng walked closer and saw the words on the memorial tablet.
"The memorial tablet of Duke Zhang is named Yong, and the unworthy son Zhang Heng is named.”
"Xian Bi, Mother Zhang, is too old. Her name is Xiuzhi's memorial tablet, and her unworthy son, Zhang Heng, is standing on it.”
Zhang Heng's expression changed when he saw the words on the memorial tablet.
These two memorial tablets belonged to the original owner's parents!
"Looks like you're also a pitiful person. Your parents passed away and left you a bookstore. Don't worry, I'll help you take care of this bookstore.”
He touched the space between his eyebrows, and a faint tingling sensation disappeared in an instant. It was replaced by a feeling of harmony.
Zhang Heng had a vague realization that it was only at this moment that he had truly merged with this body.
A memory appeared in his mind and was instantly absorbed and digested by him.
"So it's the Tang Dynasty now. Li Er is in power, and I'm in Chang 'an!”
After receiving the memories of his original self, Zhang Heng's eyes lit up. One after another, he came up with a plan to get promoted and make a fortune, but he was interrupted by a loud roar.
"Zhang Heng, Boss Zhang, Zhang, where the hell are you?”
"Coming, coming!"
" Yes," Zhang Heng responded quickly. He left the house and went to the bookstore.
A fierce-looking man dressed in a scholar's robe stood in the shop with a book in his hand. When he saw Zhang Heng come out, he threw a piece of silver at him.
"Here, buy a copy of The Analects of Confucius. Keep the change!”
The fierce-looking scholar waved his hand and gave his actions full marks in his heart. He felt that he had the style of a chivalrous man in the Qin Dynasty. He was generous and did not care about trifles.
Hearing that, Zhang Heng felt a surge of warmth in his heart.
This fierce-looking scholar was surnamed Cheng. Although he looked fierce, he was actually quite kind-hearted.
After a casual chat, Scholar Cheng, who knew about his situation, came to buy a book from time to time, saying that he wanted to bring it back for his brothers to read.
Zhang Heng knew very well that this was just an excuse made up to help him.
Helping him in the name of buying books would not hurt Zhang Heng's reputation, but it would also make Zhang Heng feel at ease.
It had to be said that this fierce-looking scholar surnamed Cheng looked burly on the outside, but his heart was very delicate and knew how to take care of the feelings of others.
"Thank you for your kindness, Brother Cheng."
Zhang Heng said as he took the silver. He searched around according to his original self's memory and found a few copper coins.
"Change, thank you for your patronage."
Zhang Heng's original self could accept help from others with a clear conscience, but as a modern person and a transmigrator, Zhang Heng could not accept such help. He would charge however much money he needed.
Zhang Heng had hands and feet, and a bookstore. He lived a much better life than most people in the world. Why did he need help from others?？
Scholar Cheng was taken aback when he received the copper coins from Zhang Heng.
"Old Zhang, what are you doing?"
"A man of integrity does not drink the water of a thief's spring, and a man of integrity does not accept food given in contempt. Thank you for your kindness, Brother Cheng. I appreciate it, but please take back this money.”
Heng said righteously.
"Good, what a good line! A man of lofty ideals will not drink the water of a thief's spring, and an honest man will not be given food! I didn't expect Brother Zhang to have such ambition!”
Scholar Cheng shouted and sized up Zhang Heng, as if he had gotten to know him all over again.
"Brother Cheng, are you interested in doing something big?”
Zhang Heng snuck up to Scholar Cheng and whispered into his ear.
"What?"
Scholar Cheng pushed him away." Zhang Heng, this is Chang 'an, right under the feet of the emperor. How dare you drag me along with you to rob tickets?"”
……
Zhang Heng staggered and was speechless. He explained,""That's not what I meant. I opened a bookstore here. I want to write a novel to buy money.”
"I'll be in charge of writing the book, and you'll be in charge of paying for the printing. We'll split the money sold 50 - 50.”
"Explain yourself…"
Scholar Cheng let out a sigh of relief, then said in surprise,""Write a novel? The legendary stories sold in other bookstores?”
"No, no, no. The novel I write is different from the flirtatious sluts in other bookstores. I guarantee that it will be popular throughout Chang 'an!”
Zhang Heng was full of confidence.
Scholar Cheng shook his head slightly. Legends were already common nowadays. They were all the same. He was tired of watching small characters who went through hardships to become heroes and save the world.
Seeing how confident Zhang Heng was, he couldn't bear to give him a hard time." How about this? You write it first, and I'll pay for the printing. We don't have to split the money 50 - 50, just 30 - 70 will do.”
"Alright, we'll do as Brother Cheng says. We'll split the money 30 - 70!”
Zhang Heng replied.
At the same time, he thought to himself," The money is in my hands. When the time comes, I'll decide whether to split it 30 - 70 or 50 - 50. 30% is probably enough to cover the cost of printing the book. I can't let you suffer a loss."
As the saying goes, if you throw peaches at someone, you will return the favor with plums.
Scholar Cheng had helped him many times. Given Zhang Heng's character, he would never let Scholar Cheng help him sell his books at a loss. This was Zhang Heng's principle.
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