"Make money by selling calligraphy and paintings? No way, no way, this poor scholar hasn't even passed any exams. Whether it's writing, painting, or reciting poetry, they're all trash. Trying to sell these would probably just invite ridicule."
"Make money by performing? Right now, I barely have the strength to hold a bowl, let alone perform. Even if I tried to sell myself, no one would want me."
"Make money by working? This kind of frail scholar is probably not even wanted as a tea server in a restaurant."
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Every single idea seems unworkable, leaving Tangyu really conflicted, feeling a bit trapped.
