Chapter 21 I want to live with dignity

She hit the wall repeatedly and almost got a bloody head. Dragging her tired body, Li Yaoguang almost staggered home and fell on the kang. Li Yaoguang still refused to believe it.

Although she believes that she is not destined to be the protagonist, she also thinks that my destiny is in my own hands.

Even the monkey performers on the street in Waxiang can make money, so how can I, a dignified audio anchor with my own cheating system, really not make money? Even God can't starve a sparrow to death, but she just doesn't believe this!

It's okay to think she's too young!
If you think she has no real skills, that’s fine!
If you don't want me to stay here, I'll go to set up a stall in Wa Lane.

After giving himself a good blast and having a good sleep, Li Yaoguang started to take action.

Her starting requirements were not high. First, she wanted to practice her skills. Second, even if there were only a few coins in rewards every day, she wouldn't have to pay rent, so it should be okay for her to just barely survive, right?
Li Yaoguang did what he said and rummaged through the drawers at home to make preparations. However, he couldn't make much money in the simple living nest in the backyard of the marquis's mansion. There were a lot of things in the studio and at home, but unfortunately many of them were not suitable for the current era and obviously could not be taken out.

Li Yaoguang was a man who could put up with shame, so he thought of a way. He shamelessly joined the group of people who liked to get together every day to chat and gossip, and do some work at the same time. He was not at all arrogant, and all he asked for were the discarded stuff in other people's houses.

She didn't mind old clay pots, broken bowls, rotten wood, etc., and finally took a bunch of things home. She also borrowed some tools from the woman next door who worked in the workshop of the Marquis' Mansion. Li Yaoguang stayed in the house and made a lot of noise, preparing to put together a set of clothes for setting up a stall.

Cheng Su, who had just been released from confinement today under the care of Li Yaoguang, was told by his wife to go out and visit his niece. What he saw was such a hectic scene, and Cheng Su was dumbfounded.

"Sister Guang, what are you doing?"

Hearing the voice, Li Yaoguang looked up in the midst of his busy schedule and saw his uncle holding the door with his feet raised, unable to go in or out. He found it funny, but looked surprised.

"Uncle, are you out now? Are you feeling better?"

Cheng Su waved his hand nonchalantly, "Hey, I'm your uncle and I'm fine. Girl, you haven't replied to me yet. Why are you making such a big fuss?"

Li Yaoguang put down the hammer in his hand, raised his arm to the side, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and replied with a smile without any intention of hiding it.

"Uncle, I have nothing to do anyway. I can't just sit there doing nothing. I can't embroider or play the piano, and I don't know how to write poems. The only thing I liked when I was with my parents was storytelling and listening to books. I know how to do something better. So I thought about making a foldable table and chair, and then I can go back to Wa Lane to practice my skills as a stall owner."

"Oh...wait, what did you say?"

Cheng Su didn't take it seriously at first, but when he realized what the child had said, he was suddenly shocked and his face changed. He inexplicably thought of the questions the little guy had asked him when he was punished in the ancestral hall, and Cheng Su suddenly realized.

"Sister Guang, those questions you asked me earlier, I'm afraid you had already made this plan, right? Huh?"

After being told the truth, Li Yaoguang immediately cowered and responded with a silly smile, "Haha, hahaha..."

Cheng Su frowned, but he was not soft-hearted. "Sister Guang, I'm talking to you seriously, be serious!"

"Oh, my uncle, how do you know that I am not serious?"

"If you are smiling, you are not serious!"

"Okay, I was wrong, I'm serious!"

When facing elders who care about you, Li Yaoguang still respects them even if they are two years younger than herself in her previous life. Seeing that they were stern and serious, she quickly raised her hands and looked cooperative, and then she listened to the person who stepped into the door and spoke to her solemnly.

"Sister Guang, your uncle is just asking you, do you know what you are doing? In Dajing, the four classes are scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans, and merchants are at the bottom of the social ladder. There are many restrictions on walking in the world, but this is not even considered the upper and lower nine classes. If you tell stories on the street, you will be in the lower nine classes, and your status is even lower than that of merchants! Sister Guang, this matter cannot be discussed, I do not agree!"

Li Yaoguang never expected that he had made sufficient preparations for everything, but he did not expect that his family would strongly oppose this damn position. He had already done so much preparation and had already expressed his ambitions, so why would he give up so easily?

Li Yaoguang shook his head and looked at the person in front of him. He looked so stubborn that it gave Cheng Su a headache.

"Uncle, there is one thing you said that I don't agree with. What's wrong with being a member of the lowest class? They also make a living by their own abilities! Besides, there have been emperors in our dynasty who loved to sing operas, and they even sang for their ministers! I'm a woman, and I won't take the imperial examinations to pursue a career in government. Telling stories will only damage my reputation. But uncle, when we are in this world, we should first think about how to survive, right?

As the saying goes, if you rely on the mountain, the mountain will fall; if you rely on the sea, the sea will run away. It is better to earn a living by your own ability than to rely on others.

I don't have any special talents, but I can tell stories, and I have a lot of stories in my mind. I was born to be a storyteller. How can I not be a storyteller?

I think even if my parents knew about this in the afterlife, they would hope to see me support myself and live a healthy and prosperous life, uncle?
Another thing, let’s not talk about me, let’s not even mention how difficult it is for you and my aunt. Seeing Yangyang growing up day by day, no matter he is studying, practicing martial arts, finding a wife, or doing something in the future, all he needs is money!
We can't just rely on the Marquis's charity, right? That's not a long-term solution, and I don't want to always rely on the upper hand.

Uncle, I want to live with dignity! I don't want to be trapped in this small backyard for the rest of my life, relying on you and my aunt for support. One day I have to take this step, so even if it means being in the lowest class, uncle, I am not afraid, and I am willing to give it a try."

These heartfelt words were like a thunderclap, which made Cheng Su's soul run wild, and he was frightened and moved.

Yes, if it were possible, who would want to be controlled by others all their lives, and always have their palms turned upside down? He actually didn't want to...

Just when Cheng Su's thoughts were in a mess and she was speechless, not knowing where to start and how to educate her children, she heard her niece continue.

"Besides, uncle, I'm not stupid. If I want to go storytelling, I have to be prepared. I plan to transform into a little boy and give myself a nickname. How about calling myself Wuyouzi? Hehe, from now on, the official lady who lives in the mansion is Li Yaoguang, and the orphan Wuyouzi is the one who tells stories outside. What do you think, uncle?"

Seeing the obviously short child in front of him seem so tall at this moment, Cheng Su was moved and couldn't help but soften his tone.

"Sister Guang, do you really want to do this? Can't you change it?"

Li Yaoguang straightened his back and nodded solemnly, "If this is the case, I will never change it!"

Even little kids know how to not believe in fate, not accept fate, and rely on themselves. There is no reason for a man like me to blame others and accept fate, right? From now on, Cheng Su will also work hard to become stronger.

"Well, since my son is determined to do so, it is difficult to forge the household registration and bronze fish token of this dynasty. The small registration card is not strictly checked. I, your uncle, will find you a boy's registration card so that you can enter and exit the tower."

"In that case, Guang'er would like to thank Uncle."

Li Yaoguang had not expected that her uncle would be so easy to persuade. She bowed solemnly but was held back by Cheng Su.

"Hey, silly boy, we are so close, thank you is too formal." After saying that, Cheng Su looked at the mess in the room and waved his hand: "Let's go into the mansion. Aren't we going to find the storyteller? Your uncle will take you to look for it."

Li Yaoguang would not refuse, and immediately threw away the rags she had found, and followed her uncle into the corner gate of the marquis's mansion. At this moment, when Mrs. Zhou saw her, she did not dare to say a word and behaved herself obediently.

Li Yaoguang followed all the way to the storehouse of sundries in the Marquis' Mansion which had not been moved for a long time. She was led by her uncle to choose things and was not stopped at all.

Li Yaoguang was surprised at first, but when he thought about it, it made sense. After all, his uncle was the young master of the Marquis's mansion, and what he wanted were these old things that many servants with a little bit of reputation didn't even want, so it was smooth sailing.

　At this time, Li Yaoguang had not yet abandoned everything brought by the modern age. He still had the arrogance that is unique to modern people in his bones. He had not yet fully understood and integrated into this feudal society. He was still very naive, idealistic, and took things for granted... In short, the social beatings he had accepted were not enough, until...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)