Rebirth of the Evil Stepmother and the Four Villainous Children

"Why are you looking at me? You don't like me, do you?"

Li Zhenglin: “…”

"What's wrong with you? I'm just wondering how you know so much. Papermaking, Mafeisan, potatoes, rice, which one is not a world-shaking event? And the printing you mentioned, Rongrong, why do I feel that all these things you know, how can I say that they can promote the development of the dynasty. With these, there is no worry that the Great Zhou will not reach a higher level, but you...

You are just a peasant woman, how can you know so much? This doesn't make sense, I don't believe in ghosts and gods, it's really strange, who are you?"

He had wanted to ask this question for a long time. He didn't understand the language she used when she was sick, but he thought it made sense. However, the more he got along with her, he felt that this person's thoughts and actions were not in line with her identity.

Many great people today can't think of these things, so how could she do it? It's like she came up with them out of thin air.

It’s weird.

Zhou Rongrong touched her nose, obviously feeling guilty. This little action was discovered by Li Zhenglin, who started screaming and jumping up and down like a monkey.

"Look, look, you feel guilty, right? Tell me, who are you?!"

Zhou Rongrong felt more and more guilty as he kept talking, so she jumped up and hit him on the head: "Be normal, what are you thinking about? Do your job well, do it for me, do you hear me?"

Li Zhenglin held his head and said aggrievedly: "Okay, okay, can't you be gentler? With your strength, my head is swollen."

Zhou Rongrong didn't feel guilty at all and snorted, "You deserve it."

Anyway, Zhou Rongrong has already assigned this matter to Li Zhenglin. She understands the theoretical knowledge but has never participated in the practice.

Li Zhenglin drove to the county overnight. Yang Tian was busy, his mind full of the lawsuit, and he had been busy recently.

Li Zhenglin was so tired that he slumped in his chair and said slowly, "What's wrong with you?"

Yang Tian was almost annoyed. It was so hard for a good friend to come to see him, so naturally he had to complain: "You don't know how busy I am, these, these."

Yang Tian took out a dozen letters and slammed them on the table, very impatient. "These are letters from the county magistrates in the surrounding areas and the capital, asking me for rice seeds. Damn it, how can I give them so many? They are all in Zhou Rongrong's hands. I told them to wait a little longer, there will be more next year. They also said that I was stingy. My family and your family asked me how I got the bamboo paper.

Haha, can I say it? The emperor and the prince specially wrote to warn me not to say a word. If I don’t say it, I don’t know it in the first place. Even if they both issued a gag order, can I say it? I don’t want to die? Why do these people only ask these questions, and not ask about literacy? That is a good thing that benefits the country and the people. "

Li Zhenglin took a sip of tea and said, "The world is bustling with people, all for profit; the world is bustling with people, all for profit, don't you understand? Let me tell you, don't look at my family, it is a family of scholars and generations of upright people, but we also need to make money, right? Now Zhou Rongrong's bamboo paper is being watched by the whole world, so of course I am interested.

Let me guess, my family must have said that this technology can benefit scholars, and asked you to go and ask? They also said a lot of high-sounding words, right? "

Yang Tian asked, "You know?"

Li Zhenglin said, "How could I not know? How come scholars need it, but people in our mountain village don't? If they weren't oppressed by the emperor, they would have written to you and sent people to rob it. It's so funny. You can just reply and say that it's wishful thinking."

Li Zhenglin and Zhou Rongrong have been together for a long time. Not only is his mouth very poisonous, but his temperament is also very similar. He is fearless. Before, he was afraid of being found by his relatives, but now he is not afraid at all. I'm not afraid of you, get out of the way. His main attraction is the confidence that Zhou Rongrong will help me.

What's more, he was invited personally by Xie Wuyou. With the prince around, their family can only submit memorials, which will never reach the emperor. The prince will know about it and bring people to cause trouble for you. There is no need to be afraid.

But Yang Tian was different. An official in the court had to be tactful. He replied in the letter, saying that he was not aware of all this, but only heard that Madam Zhou had handed over all the technology to His Majesty Li. You should go and ask His Majesty, hehe.

The annoying thing is that I always receive a lot of messages, which makes me very annoyed: "Why are you here?"

Li Zhenglin sat up straight and coughed twice, "I came to you for help."

Yang Tian's eyes widened as if he was going crazy: "Can't you just leave me alone?"

Seeing his friend getting angry, Li Zhenglin explained: "Hey, don't worry, I'm just looking for you and the county school to borrow books. Our village academy has been built and we need some books."

Yang Tian breathed a sigh of relief: "Tell me, how much do you want to borrow?"

Li Zhenglin counted on his fingers and said calmly, "All."

Yang Tian: "...Are you sick? All of them? There are more than a thousand books in my house and the county school. How long will it take you to copy them all?"

Li Zhenglin said proudly: "Did you know that His Majesty has a printing technology? Zhou Rongrong thought of it and she taught it to me. Your more than a thousand volumes of books are nothing."

Yang Tian rubbed his hands and said, "Hey, look at me, borrow, borrow, borrow. Of course I want to borrow. Then you can tell me about the printing technology. I also want to print a batch of books."

My family said that the printing house under His Majesty's control was extremely useful. Many books at home needed to be copied for preservation, and literacy books also needed to be copied. There were not enough people to do so.

Li Zhenglin remembered what Zhou Rongrong said, asking him not to tell Yang Tian. Between the two good friends, he still chose Zhou Rongrong. After all, one has to bow his head under someone's eaves, and she was so fierce. He bowed and said embarrassedly.

"Write to His Majesty and he will tell you."

Yang Tian was so anxious that he resisted the urge to attack him. Was his reply so annoying?

"roll."

"Good."

Li Zhenglin muttered, "I won't tell you, what can you do to me?"

He was so angry that his beard stood up.

In the next few days, Li Zhenglin found the best clay-burning master and began to make small blanks according to Zhou Rongrong's instructions. At the beginning, he didn't master the technique well and the blanks were always cracked.

Originally the master wanted to quit, but this guy used money to attack others. Who could stand this?

After studying it with his head covered, he actually succeeded in firing it. Now that it could be fired, Li Zhenglin began to carve it. However, his handwriting was a little rusty as he hadn't practiced it for a long time. Fortunately, Yang Tian had good handwriting, so he found his handwriting and carved it according to his own. It looked exactly the same and was extremely exquisite.

When Yang Tian held the first printed book, the scent of ink still remained on the book. The handwriting looked more and more familiar to Yang Tian.

"Why does this look like my handwriting?"

Li Zhenglin worked non-stop, and while printing, he answered: "This is Lord Yang's handwriting. How does it look like him?"

Li Zhenglin's hands are really skillful. He can imitate very closely. Yang Tian asked in surprise, "Then all your books are my handwriting?"

Li Zhenglin said, "Of course, it's a good thing. Zhou Rongrong said that we should use your calligraphy. Our Lord Yang is a talented painter and calligrapher. Madam Zhou said that we should use your calligraphy. I'll give you the name Yang."

Anyway, he has used it, so how can it be his business?

ps: I work hard on writing everyday, how about asking for a urge? How about asking for a free gift?