Back to Ancient Times to Make Pen Pals

The two were pregnant with ghosts, and naturally they couldn't tell the result.

Xie Zheng didn't bother to care about the little baby, so he took down the pen first.

I wish Yuanyi was still unfinished, taking advantage of not writing on the other side, I quickly listed the plan I wrote just now and made some details.

Early the next morning, Zhu Yuan went to Zhang Jingshu to apply after practicing the piano, ready to go out.

Zhang Jingshu naturally didn't object, and only asked her to take the summer solstice, and then gave her a servant in the outer courtyard, plus a coachman, and then let her go out.

Zhu Yuan was excited to go out immediately.

First, sitting in the frame of the car and going around the city, especially in the market and lively districts, Zhu Yuan also specially asked the coachman to slow down and watch the way slowly.

There are two cities in Wuxian County, where groceries, vegetables, meat, etc. have peculiar smells, mostly in the West Market, and most restaurants and inns are in the East Market. The rest of the cloth workshops, grain and oil workshops, dim sum shops, etc., are located in the east and west markets.

It's just that the houses in the East City are better than those in the West City and the East City. The clothes of the pedestrians should be brighter, and even the frame of the car should be a little more.

Zhu Yuan has a bottom in his heart.

Turn back to the East City again.

She got out of the car and led a few people slowly from the street to the end of the street, and then back to the street from the end of the street.

She doesn't count on the shops in the downtown area. Not to mention the high rents, the shops in the downtown area are basically not bad business, and they are definitely not willing to rent to her. So she can only retreat and think about more remote places, such as the end of the street, such as the entrance of the alley.

I shook it back and forth, then went in a few suitable shops and took a turn, Zhu Yuan had a spectrum in his heart.

She was also unambiguous, and first asked the shopkeeper to bring up the topic.

"What?" The fat and fair-skinned shopkeeper thought he had heard it wrong.

Zhu Yuan smiled unchanged and asked again: "Do you rent this shop?"

The fat shopkeeper looked at her again, then glanced at the summer solstice behind her, and smirked: "Little girl, uncle, I'm busy here, you go to play elsewhere!" Turned around, "Stone, see off the guests!"

Zhu Yuan:...

Humph, no vision!

Zhu Yuan left in anger and transferred to another house.

"Little girl, you're really kidding. I don't rent here, you can go home."

"My business here is doing pretty well, not renting."

...

Several of them suffered Waterloo tragically, and Zhu Yuan was depressed.

The time is almost here. She hasn't finished copying today's county annals, so she can only go back home unhappy.

After wandering in Dongjie for noon, there was dust on his face. Zhu Yuan wiped his body and changed his clothes, then collapsed on the soft couch in a daze.

Xia Zhi brought a bowl of mung bean soup and came in. Seeing her look like this, he paused and stepped forward quickly, put the mung bean soup on the side of the couch, and comforted her softly: "Girl, don't care too much, it's because they don't know Taishan. "Then stretched out his hand to help her, "Come on, you must be hot after a while, get up and refresh yourself after drinking the sweet soup."

Zhu Yuan smashed her slightly dry lips, and got up with a grunt: "Come on." After taking the mung bean soup handed over by Xia Zhi, he gurgled a few mouthfuls and wiped his mouth, "These people...huh, wait for me to make money later. Money, see how I laugh at them!"

Seeing her alive, Xia Zhi breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "Yes, let them be greedy at that time."

Zhu Yuan is still full of anger. Drinking mung bean soup is a murderous feeling, coupled with her delicate appearance, which is indescribably cute.

The summer solstice was a bit funny, after thinking about it, he tentatively said: "Girl, do you want the servants to try?"

Zhu Yuan waved her hand and handed her the bowl after drinking: "You are not a few years older than me, and you don't have their old face, you are really going to deliver food when you talk."

Xia Zhi is sixteen years old this year. It turned out to be Zhang Jingshu's maid, who was transferred to serve her at the end of last year. As for her original maid? She was sold by her mother as early as last year.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yuan fought a cold war.

Fortunately, Xia Zhi, who put the bowl in the past, didn't pay attention, and just casually said: "Since we can't do it, then find someone to help."

"No, mother said, these have to--" Zhu Yuan said, and gave a high-five. "Yes, mother didn't tell me not to ask others to help!" Jumped down, put on shoes, and ran out immediately.

"Hey, girl, where are you going?" Xia Zhi hurried to catch up.

"I'm going to find uncle steward!" Zhu Yuan threw a word and ran away.

The summer solstice didn't keep up.

In less than a quarter of an hour, she ran back again in a rush.

Xia Zhi was curious: "What do you say about it?"

"It's finished, he will go out with us tomorrow." Zhu Yuan was happy, "I will also ask him to help with the next purchase."

Xia Zhi breathed a sigh of relief: "It's much easier to have a steward to help this matter."

Zhu Yuan pursed her lips and muttered: "That's not it, the money will be spent much faster."

"Huh?" Xia Zhi did not hear clearly.

"It's okay." Zhu Yuan had already walked to the desk, "Come and help me polish the ink. Daddy should be back later."

"Yes."

Zhu Yuan turned over the cut rice paper, and saw the familiar vigorous ink characters slowly emerging. Before she could read the content, she rolled her eyes.

"girl?"

"Huh? Oh, just grind the ink well, I'll copy the book by myself, so go ahead."

"Yes."

When I go out in the summer solstice, Zhu Yuan is busy with a pen: [Man, make a discussion, I haven't copied the county chronicles today, can you rest for the afternoon? 】

Xie Zheng paused for a moment, and asked the question from this period of time: [Why copy the county chronicles]

[Add books to the home. ] Zhu Yuan did not shy away from it. In this era, traditional engraving and printing were still used. The cost of engraving and printing was too high, and most of the collections of books were mainly copied, so her copying of text was very sparse and common.

The unusual thing is that she copied the county chronicles.

Thoughts flashed through Xie Zheng's eyes: [Are you working for Wuxian County Office? ] No, "he" is still busy with his so-called career these days-

[Hey, guess? 】

Xie Zheng:...

Without waiting for him to continue to ask questions, the person on the other side didn't know if it was guilty or unintentional, so he continued to write down: "It's too inhumane to read one copy or something. 】

Xie Zheng talked about it, and continued along the topic: [Transcription is a respect for the ancestors]

Zhu Yuan retorted: [Since it is important, why not spread it so that more people can know and learn? 】

[Small literate readers] There is no need for implication.

Zhu Yuan was angry: [It's not because the books and ink are too expensive, the people can't afford it! Otherwise, don't you want to be literate as a common people? 】

[This is another question——]

[Fart, this is clearly a problem! ] Zhu Yuanfen’s pen-quick book, [Take this copying classics and county chronicles as an example. It takes ten and a half months to copy a small book by one person. With so much energy, can the cost of the book be low? Besides, thousands of classics are copied by manpower alone, and copied to the year of the monkey? A person caught a book and copied it for a lifetime, but it may not be enough for the people of a county to read it. How can it spread? How to popularize? 】

Xie Zheng twisted his eyebrows: [This has been true for thousands of years]

[It has never been so, right? ] Zhu Yuan directly hit Mr. Lu Xun's words.

Xie Zheng:...

[In the final analysis, the superiors are too narrow. If you don't develop your country's economy well, and don't provide benefits to the people, you just want to exploit the people and make you live comfortably! ] Zhu Yuan concluded. The function of uploading books on this paper is really cool. No matter what she wrote, as long as the manuscript on her side burned, no one else would know what she had said. It was a big killer for chatting, complaining, and gossip!

Xie Zheng couldn't help but pinch his eyebrows. Are you talking about copying books? Why did you suddenly talk about the exploitation of the people and the people?

Seeing that he hadn't responded for a long time, Zhu Yuan was a little frustrated, and quickly stopped the topic: [Stop talking, I should copy the book! ] She glanced at the two boxes of county annals that had not been copied, she still felt so painful, so she added another sentence easily, [You said, if I go to the carpenter to carve one set of characters for me, and then print these county annals ten sets Eight sets, can you exchange money? 】

Xie Zheng was speechless: [When the engraving was born, you might have returned to the West]

Zhu Yuan:...

[Bah, you are dead and I am not dead yet! 】She was very angry, 【I want to engrave movable type, not a printing plate! If I find two more people, I can finish it in a few days! You idiot bun! 】

Xie Zheng's eyes narrowed: [What did you say? Say it again. 】

Zhu Yuan was at a loss: [...You ignorant bun? 】

Xie Zheng's forehead blue veins jumped and reminded: [movable type]

……Ok? Zhu Yuan scratched his head. Did she accidentally say the wrong thing?