The Great Wilderness Helping His Wife

This also led to the inability to grow crops.

However, this kind of grass is very suitable for papermaking. The quality of the paper produced is not much lower than that of rice paper, but the color is a bit reddish-brown, so the quality can only be regarded as upper-middle.

But this also keeps the price of paper in the barren country at a relatively low level, and even generates a lot of income for the treasury through exports.

Coupled with the short period of establishment of a country like the barren country, the people generally do not know a few big characters.

Even the common people in the capital were almost brought up to be full of "fog grass" and "awesome" by Zhao Hao.

What foul language is this!

With this kind of national conditions, Jiang Zheng dreamed of popularizing education, based on the barren country, and recreating the glory of the Great Han Dynasty.

But there are still obstacles on this road, and the biggest obstacle is copying books.

Paper is not expensive, but copying is expensive.

After all, literati are rare creatures in a barren country, and their own fame and fortune are too busy, so how could they want to copy books for the illiterate?

but……

Jiang Zheng looked at the two pages in his hand, this thing can help a lot!

Hao'er, you are really my good son-in-law!

……

evening.

Town government.

As soon as the black-faced man kicked open the door, he laughed loudly.

"Hahaha!"

"Cool!"

"Daughter-in-law! I don't even know how happy I am today!"

"It suffocated me a few days ago!"

Back in the main room, the black-faced man froze for a moment: "Hey? They're all there!"

The son and father who were supposed to be "sick in bed" were quietly waiting at the dinner table for the food to be served.

He quickly came to his senses, looked at Bai Xiu and said, "Look! I said the grandpa and grandson are just pretending!"

Bai Xiu said: "Come on, you! A few days ago, I didn't know who was complaining at home, saying that the dog thieves from the Four Kingdoms even bullied the patients, and insisted on killing them with a knife, but I was so scared that I didn't go out for three days. Afraid of being poked in the spine.

what?Now that your son has joined the battle, you went out to show off and invite your comrades to drink? "

The black-faced man scratched his head in embarrassment: "Look at what you're saying, I, Zhao Wudi, a majestic and powerful general, am I the kind of person who pretends to be a tiger and relies on his son to show off his prestige? Let's not talk about it, let's eat!"

After finishing speaking, he sat next to Zhao Hao, only to find that Zhao Hao kept his head buried and did not speak, and his state was not right.

Touch your head.

Oh open!

Hot to the touch!

The black-faced Han suddenly panicked: "You damn child, why are you blowing around before you recover from your illness? Just wait, I'll go out and call you a doctor!"

After all, I want to leave.

Zhao Hao hurriedly stopped him: "Don't get in the way, don't get in the way!"

Of course he didn't have a fever, but for some unknown reason, Mingxin Wenxing, which had been blinking for a long time, suddenly flickered violently, and even his head began to feel hot.

Immediately broke through?

But it was fine just now, why did it suddenly break through?

He raised his head: "Father! Did something happen outside just now?"

The black-faced man looked at his eyes and found that his eyes were extremely clear, so he was slightly relieved and replied:

"It's not a big deal, it's just that Fang Yiru wrote a poem, and some literati in the four countries just let it go, saying that it will definitely surpass your words! Hehe, although I can't understand a word, he is considered a master, but How could he be better than my son?"

Zhao Hao: "..."

It's interesting, dozens of landscape poems, plus "Dark Fragrance Floating Moon Evening" have already been sold, but I didn't think it would be counted on my head.

Coupled with some surprises, "The Female Consort" can actually accumulate literary spirit.

With so much accumulation, Mingxin Wenxing is finally going to be completely lit up.

I don't know what effect it will have when it is fully lit.

Chapter 1: Do you kneel by yourself, or shall I help you? (two more)

For a long time.

Mingxin Wenxing finally ended the state of violent strobe, and became as bright and warm as the first Wenxing.

At this moment, Zhao Hao only felt his eyes were warm, and when he opened them again, the world seemed to have changed.

Looking at the black-faced man, he saw a red and white light flashing on his chest.

This... is Xingzi?

Zhao Hao was a little confused. Could it be that after lighting up the second literary star, the only change is that the star that could only be seen with eyes closed can now be seen with eyes open?

Isn't this cheating?

"Hao'er?"

Bai Xiu looked at him worriedly: "Are you okay!"

"It's okay, just lack of sleep, a little sleepy."

Zhao Hao was a little confused for a while, and simply didn't want to think about it.

Anyway, it's already lit up, and it can't run away even if it's placed in the chest.

After a meal, Zhao Hao slumped comfortably on the chair, and had no intention of going back to Fengwu Garden to rest. After all, the emperor might come to the door at any time, so he had to stay here.