This matter was serious. How could she make 500 beans if this went on?
"Are you going to the library to copy books?" Just when Xie Qiao was worrying, Qin Liu, who had spoken to her the other day, came.
"How much can I make from copying books?" asked Xie Qiao.
"You can make a lot since you know Sanskrit," reminded Qin Liu. "There are very few of us in the academy who are familiar with Sanskrit, but there are quite many Sanskrit scriptures. Many of them need to be translated or copied, so we're lacking talented people like you… You will make 10 beans from copying a passage, and more if you can translate them."
Naturally, she added the last part casually.
Xie Qiao's eyes lit up. She could do that!
"Thank you, but why did you tell me that?" Xie Qiao was pretty curious.
Qin Liu said to her with a complicated expression, "Haven't you heard about me at all?"
Xie Qiao shook her head.