Chapter 1687 At a Loss

Zhulan looked at Concubine Chen who looked expectant, and pointed to herself, "Concubine Chen, what I wrote is an article."

Concubine Chen, "I saw it, so I asked you if I could."

Zhulan spread her hands, "I write the article with the emperor's permission, so the concubine should know who to ask."

Concubine Chen pursed her lips, "I wrote a storybook, and I want to hear your opinion."

Zhulan pointed to the sky, "You can go to the palace and ask the emperor about this matter."

There are all interesting talks, and the script is not impossible. It mainly depends on the emperor's thoughts. For the emperor who holds great power, many things are very convenient to implement.

Concubine Chen didn't really want to enter the palace, "You have no other way?"

Zhulan shook her head, "No."

This is because the newspaper did not have the permission of the emperor, and no one dared to accept Chen Taifei's words.

Concubine Chen frowned, "Why is it so difficult for a woman? You are talented, but you can only use Mr. Fengqing to write articles, and I can only use Mr. Yan."

It is indeed not easy for Zhulan Xindao to be a woman, but the article is different from the script, even if the script is popular, it is still difficult to write it in the newspaper, especially the newspaper in the capital is facing all the states in the country. The newspaper conveys the thoughts of the emperor, and the court She felt that the emperor would not agree to the script appearing in the newspaper.

Fun talks are different from story books, most of the fun talks are collected from the common people, so as to get some ideas of the people, while the story books talk about love and so on!

Concubine Chen saw that Mrs. Yang didn't speak, and the heat in her heart slowly subsided, "Hey, I'm not reconciled."

Zhulan said, "You can ask."

Concubine Chen didn't ask her son when she came, because she knew what his son would say, so she came to ask Mrs. Yang, Mrs. Yang is a woman who has written articles in newspapers, she hopes to get opinions, and she also hopes that Mrs. Yang can help her!

It's a pity that Mrs. Yang is right, the world belongs to the emperor, and the emperor doesn't allow it. It's useless for her to ask more people to help.

Concubine Chen was not in a hurry to leave, but instead said: "Your article appeared in the newspaper, and my son praised you."

The corners of Zhulan's mouth turned up, "Really?"

Concubine Chen nodded, "Really."

Zhulan is in a happy mood, who doesn't like to hear compliments, she can get a compliment of King Qi's level, not only for her affirmation, but also for her thoughts!

Zhulan's article was published in the newspaper, and Mr. Fengqing became more famous and was recognized by many students.

As a result, the books in the bookstore are selling better. A book is not cheap. The owner of the bookstore is very happy, and Mr. Fengqing's book is placed in the most conspicuous position.

At the same time, they all wonder who Mr. Fengqing is!

The boys from Zhou's family who were still in the academy were eerily silent listening to their classmates' discussions.

Ming Jing pursed her lips, he really wanted to say that Mr. Feng Qing was my grandma, and sighed again, knowing that he couldn't say it, he was so nervous!

Ming Ling and Ming Feng were sitting together, and finally it was time for class, only to see Mr. come in with a newspaper, the two brothers looked at each other, it feels good to wake up alone!

A few days later, no one in Beijing still knew who Mr. Fengqing was. The more mysterious Mr. Fengqing was, the more voices were discussed.

And Zhulan has come out of joy, she is thinking about whether she can recruit female students in the future, and plans to visit the villages around the capital.

Yuyi wanted to follow, but Yuwen rarely offered to go with her, so Zhulan took her two granddaughters with her.

The capital is the capital of the country, and the people in the suburbs of Beijing are living a good life. Judging from the houses and clothes, the family has some wealth.

The curtain of the carriage was not drawn, and the outside scene could be clearly seen through the glass window.

Yu Yi pursed her lips, "All the boys playing around in the village are boys, and my granddaughter doesn't see girls."

Ever since she entered the village, she has been staring out of the window, even if she has guesses in her heart, she really feels uncomfortable seeing it.

Yuwen, "Grandma, shall we get off the carriage?"

Zhulan nodded, but she didn't let the driver stop at a family that seemed to be in a difficult situation. It was useless for her to visit, even if she didn't charge a penny, such a family would not send girls to learn skills. She never wanted to see stubborn thoughts.

She tried to persuade her now, but everything she said was in vain. Only when someone in the village sent her daughter to study and saw the wages after learning, would she be swayed, even if it was for money.

The carriage stopped at Lizheng's house. People in the suburbs of Beijing knew about carriages, and they knew whether they were dignitaries or not.

Li Zheng was at home, Zhulan got out of the carriage, Li Zheng was stunned, "This lady?"

Zhulan said: "Excuse me to drink water."

Li Zheng didn't think much, "Please come in."

When Zhulan entered the yard, the hostess of the house greeted her. Knowing that she was borrowing water to drink, she asked her granddaughter to boil the water.

Zhulan didn't enter the house, but the person sitting in the yard saw the glass window and the jewelry worn by the female relatives, and she knew it, "Is there a scholar at home?"

Mrs. Lizheng smiled, "Yes, all the grandchildren are studying."

Zhulan looked at the girls again, because Zhulan and her party were women, the girls didn't avoid them, but Lizheng avoided them, "How old are your granddaughters?"

Mrs. Lizheng replied, "The eldest fourteen is already engaged, and the youngest is eight years old."

Seeing that the girls were very well-behaved, Zhulan smiled, "You are lucky."

Lady Lizheng waved her hand, "What a blessing."

She hopes to have more grandchildren, and the granddaughter will marry sooner or later.

Zhulan said: "Granddaughter is caring."

Mrs. Lizheng disagreed, but she did not refute. She had seen noblemen's carriages on the streets of the capital, and an old lady who didn't wear much jewelry in front of her. Even though she had a kind face, she didn't dare to say anything.

Zhulan asked again, "Is your granddaughter literate?"

Mrs. Lizheng was puzzled, but she also replied, "I don't know how to read."

Zhulan felt panicked, all the grandchildren in the family went to study, but none of the granddaughters could read, "Do you know the orphan Zhuangzi?"

Mrs. Lizheng became energetic, "I know, the head of the family said that when the renovation is completed, he will send his grandson who has no talent to study."

"Where's the granddaughter?"

Lady Lizheng was stunned, her brows furrowed tightly, "The granddaughter will get married sooner or later."

It's almost time to get married when you finish your studies. Isn't it cheap for outsiders to send your granddaughter to study? And she is not willing to spend money to send her granddaughter to study. It is better to send more grandchildren to study before, so that she can have the ability to settle down in the future.

Yuyi and Yuwen are unusually silent. They were reincarnated well, they were born officials, they had loving parents and fair grandparents, they were literate from an early age, they had to learn everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and grandma opened their horizons , They are really too happy.

Zhulan glanced over Li Zheng's lady, and looked at the girl standing behind Li Zheng's lady, "Do you want to learn skills? The academy can learn embroidery, medicine, etc., not only reading and writing, but also arithmetic, etc. Do you want to learn?"

Mrs. Lizheng wanted to speak, but Zhulan glanced over, and Mrs. Lizheng's pupils shrank, she was frightened by the sharp eyes.

The girl replied without thinking, "I listen to my parents."

Zhulan looked at the younger ones. In ancient times, children matured precociously, and girls were treated unequally, so they matured even more precociously. The younger ones were dazed at this moment, and they hadn't thought about studying.