As soon as Song Zhenqing entered the shop, he happened to see Du Linglong clutching a calligraphy brush and scribbling across a sheet of paper. She wasn't writing anything legible, just a chaotic mess of horizontal and vertical strokes.
Finding an outlet for the frustration he had been nursing for days, Song Zhenqing sneered, "These days, just about anyone dares to pick up a brush. Shopkeeper, don’t you worry that selling ink and paper to someone illiterate will bring bad luck to the scholars who frequent your shop?"
Was Du Linglong the type to put up with that?
Chapter 48