Rebirth of the Evil Stepmother and the Four Villainous Children

Mr. Fu wanted to wipe away his tears whenever he thought of Fu Qing. His daughter had such a hard life. She finally recovered from her illness and thought about marrying a good husband and living a stable life. But she didn't expect that the husband's family was full of jackals and tigers.

Mr. Fu was also a man who had experienced many ups and downs, but since this matter involved his own daughter, he couldn't help but get a little excited. After calming down, he bowed deeply to Zhou Rongrong and expressed his gratitude.

Fortunately, Zhou Rongrong was quick-witted and not only avoided Mr. Fu’s gift, but also helped the man up.

Master Fu thanked them without saying anything, "I am so grateful for your kindness. As for the Lu family, I will hire a lawyer to sue them. Since they are using evil tactics, I will use fair tactics against them. I am so angry. I don't even know how to tell my dear."

Zhou Rongrong said, "The letter was delivered last night. Qingqing has already read it. She said that if you don't break off the engagement, she will no longer be your daughter."

Master Fu was so angry that his beard was crooked. This kid has become rebellious after recovering from his health. All her previous obedience has disappeared. I don’t know where she went. But it’s good like this, she acts like a little girl now.

After Zhou Rongrong sent the person away, she took out another letter from Xie Wuyou.

Rongrong has read the letter. Now the imperial farm has produced the first batch of bamboo paper. My royal brother has people studying the movable type printing technology you mentioned. I think it will be developed soon. My royal brother, in recognition of your great contribution, plans to confer the title of county lady on you, but I wonder if you are willing?

But these are all trivial matters. After returning to Beijing, I couldn't sleep day and night. I haven't seen you for many days. I miss you very much and send you my love from afar.

Then he wrote a lot more, mostly complaining about how he couldn't sleep well after returning to the capital, and there was no one in the palace, which made him very annoyed. That minister went crazy again during the court session, and that censor submitted a memorial saying that he would not attend the court session. He was used to the daily routine of the mountain village, and he couldn't get up in the early morning to attend the court session.

And so on, and then I just miss her more, etc., which makes people blush, and here is a recent handsome picture.

The painter painted the picture carefully, outlining the beautiful face of the man in the painting with every stroke. The man was lying on a bamboo step, wearing loose clothes, revealing a glimpse of spring.

The painter thought that he would be killed by King Xiaoyao as soon as he finished the painting, but now he was still alive and well, so he could only tell the truth when the emperor asked.

"Your Majesty, he is lying on the bamboo couch, in the posture of a beauty lying down, wearing thin clothes. Please, please let me draw him. Please, please let me draw his legs longer."

"....." What a psycho!!!

Zhou Rongrong thought the same when she saw it, and then she covered her eyes and looked at it again. The painting was so loose that it seemed as if the clothes could be lifted off with just a touch of her fingertips.

Then it was not safe to put it in the study, so I had to put it on the bedside table.

I picked up the pen, thought for a while, and wrote down some recent news on the cover.

Time flies, three months passed in a flash, and the weather gradually turned cooler.

New crops have also been planted on the farm. There has been no news from Mr. Shi about the silkworm breeders. They are all craftsmen. How can it be easy to find someone who suits his taste?

Sibao, Zhou Hao and Qiaoqiao decided to raise silkworms together, but many of them died.

The three babies sigh all day long, their brows are so wrinkled that you can’t even see a smile on their faces.

Raising silkworms is really difficult. If the mulberry leaves come into contact with raw water, they will die. It is really a very difficult task. Zhou Rongrong thought that it would be a really difficult task if there was no one to guide her.

Moreover, this task became increasingly difficult to accomplish in winter because the weather was too cold and the silkworms could be frozen to death. There was no choice but to suspend it and continue in the spring of next year.

During this period, you can only continue to consult information.

As time passed, the college was finally built. At the beginning of winter, Li Zhenglin finally handed in his first building, which made him very satisfied.

The college is located at the foot of the mountain. A short distance ahead is the riverside. It is truly a beautiful place with green mountains and clear waters. The layout of the college adopts a circular layout.

A two-story small teaching building is located in the middle, and ancillary facilities are arranged in a circle around it, including a library, dormitories, and canteens.

Apart from the teaching building, the most eye-catching building is the library.

The wooden floor shines when you walk in. The staircase winds its way upwards. There are bookshelves on both sides of the long and wide building, so you can sit on the stairs and read directly.

The bookshelves on the first floor are staggered and beautifully arranged, with the types of books on each shelf marked on them, making it very convenient to find any book you want.

There are mostly practical books, such as those on planting, carpentry and so on.

The second floor has more books and is the space for storing books for exams. There are simply bookshelves placed around the walls, with tables, chairs and benches in the middle.

However, the library had just been built and there were not many books. But it didn't matter, Zhou Rongrong said she would print them.

Li Zhenglin walked behind her with his hands behind his back: "What to print?"

Zhou Rongrong said, "Printing books? As long as there is a book, show it to me, I can print it. I can print dozens of copies in a short time."

Li Zhenglin rolled his eyes and said, "You are just bragging, aren't you? How can you be so arrogant? You know it took me a hundred years to collect all the books in my house, and you want to print so many?"

Zhou Rongrong looked at him as if he were a country bumpkin: "Don't you know? The movable type printing technology that the emperor mastered was invented by me. Are you interested? I'll leave it to you to do it."

Only Li Zhenglin, with his deft hands, could accomplish this task. What's more, Yang Tian was still here. He had also told him to find a way when he needed books. Besides, there were already quite a few books in his study, so at least half of the first floor could be filled up.

There are really few books at home needed for the second-level examination, but with Yang Tian here and the support of the county school, there should be no problem.

Li Zhenglin was curious and naturally wanted to ask how it was done: "You tell me, I'll listen, let's see how long you can keep bragging."

Zhou Rongrong found a table and sat down and began to speak seriously: "Use clay to make blanks of the same specifications, carve a single word in reverse font on one end, with the height of the stroke protruding like the thickness of the edge of a copper coin, and burn it hard to make a single clay movable type.

In order to meet the needs of typesetting, several or even dozens of commonly used characters are generally prepared for repeated use in the same version.

When using it, a piece of iron plate with a frame is used as the base, and a layer of medicine made of rosin, wax and paper ash is applied on it. Then the required clay movable type is picked out and arranged in the frame one by one. When a frame is full, it becomes a plate, and then it is baked with fire. When the medicine is slightly melted, a flat plate is used to flatten the characters.

After the reagent cools and solidifies, it becomes a plate. When printing, just brush ink on the plate, cover it with paper, and apply a certain amount of pressure. In order to print continuously, two iron plates are used, one for printing and the other for typesetting, and the two plates are used alternately.

After printing, use fire to bake the agent, shake it gently with your hand, and the movable type can fall off the iron plate, and then put it back into the original wooden grid according to the rhyme, so that it can be used again next time.

In this way, you can print dozens or even hundreds of copies a day without any problem, and it is easy to preserve. Even if it is a rare copy, I can print a lot of it. "

Li Zhenglin was thinking whether it was feasible. He knew Zhou Rongrong. In this kind of matter, as long as he said a method that was not nonsense, it would definitely work. Li Zhenglin stared at her face, looking at it carefully over and over again, and he felt a little scared staring at Zhou Rongrong.