The daily life of the science master's book-wearing group

The maids of Wufangzhai counted the money, all of them were in a bubbling mood.

I didn't expect that the exercise books written by the concubine in the past would sell so well.In the future, the scale of the printing factory will be large, not only in the capital, but also in all parts of the country. It is not a dream to sell thousands of copies a day.

Besides, there is more than one exercise book, there is also a box in Wufangzhai!
At least twenty or thirty volumes can be published.

Song Qingyue was sitting on a cushioned "sofa chair" and was reading letters from the ink fan and ink screen with glasses on.

Hearing Mo Zhu Momei happily discussing the dream of getting rich, he laughed and said: "The business can't always be so good. If there are pirated copies in the future, the sales will drop. Also, the price will always be lowered in the future. Five taels of silver for one It's a bit too expensive."

Mo Zhu was not convinced: "A copy of "The Analects of Confucius" still sells for one tael of silver, our exercise book is at least four or five times thicker than "The Analects of Confucius", and the pages are three times as big as the Analects of Confucius, why can't it sell for five taels of silver? "

Song Qingyue said: "Books that spread knowledge must be affordable for everyone. We don't lack this money. We just need to earn less money in the future."

Mo Zhu snorted, "It's not up to you to earn less. If it's for the sake of the world, it must be your Majesty who earns less."

This was just heard by Li Zhao who had just returned.He just came back to wash his hands and change his clothes in the outside room. He listened to the conversation between the master and the servant. He walked in with a smile and said, "Little Mozhu is right. If you want to earn less, you need to earn less. The exercise books are all the same. If you write it, you will lose half of the book with the emperor, and if you want to share less, wouldn't you be wronging our baby Moon?"

After finishing speaking, he pinched the little beauty's chin, bent down and kissed Song Qingyue on the lips.Song Qingyue's cheeks were flushed by the title "Baby Moon", and she raised her hand and patted Li Zhao: "I hate it!"

Li Zhao laughed, and sat lazily beside Song Qingyue, holding her waist, playing with her soft black hair while thinking about the affairs of the court.

"What's wrong?" Song Qingyue took off her glasses and asked Li Zhao, "You look tired."

Li Zhao reached out and pulled her into his arms, hugged her tightly, buried her face in his wife's neck and sniffed for a while: "Yue'er...you smell so sweet..." While talking, Song Qingyue was kissed by her neck. The stubble sticks straight to hide.

"Ah, Li Zhao!"

"My husband!" The man pinched the woman's chin and stared at her with fascinated eyes.

"Husband." The woman called out obediently.

Li Zhao showed off her face, and bit her full and attractive pink lips with her mouth open.

The two were intimate for a while, Li Zhaocai let go of the woman, and said in a low voice with a smile: "The marriage between the third brother and Miss Zhuang has been settled, and I gave the third brother a gift of 5 taels, which can be used to decorate the palace. As soon as spring begins, Miss Zhuang will be able to enter the door."

He reached out and brushed a strand of hair from Song Qingyue's temple behind her ear, and Song Qingyue sighed softly: "But Miss Zhuang doesn't like the Third Highness. She should be a side concubine."

"Then you hope to accept her for Fu?"

"I bit you!"

Li Zhao shook his head helplessly: "Everyone has his own fate, and the third son's side concubine must be made by someone."

"Can't there be no side concubine?" Song Qingyue pouted, looking coquettish and angry, lowering her head with an aggrieved look.

Li Zhao raised his eyebrows, caressed Song Qingyue's cheek, and said with a smile: "From now on, if our son doesn't want to accept the side concubine, then we won't ask him to accept it, okay?"

Song Qingyue snorted, thinking, is there really a man in this world who doesn't want three wives and four concubines? You can't pick one out of 1 men.What kind of little bastard my son might be in the future! ——
As the weather gradually turned cooler, the maple leaves on the East Road Lake turned red, and the leaves of the ginkgo trees gradually turned golden yellow, falling all over the ground. For a while, the red, yellow, and green bushes were colorfully reflected in the lake. abundant.

Various rare and rare chrysanthemums bloomed one after another in each mansion. This flower, which originally symbolized nobility, was crowded together in clusters in those resplendent and resplendent mansions, creating a sense of rivalry.

And the noble ladies in the capital began to gather together to hold various chrysanthemum banquets.

Song Qingyue changed from her previous unsocial status, whenever she was free, she would invite Tan Fengzhen to attend the banquet together.

Even if Tan Fengzhen showed a certain degree of resistance "inadvertently" many times, Song Qingyue continued to pretend to be stupid, and treated her thickly and affectionately.

Every day, Qin Jifu worries about the clothes of his concubine and concubine—as one of the highest-status women in the Great Zhou Empire, the clothes of his concubine can never go wrong.

You can't lose face, and you have to do it according to Song Qingyue's requirements. It can't be too extravagant, too ostentatious, or too gimmicky. The male master's requirements are even higher: be elegant, not tacky, and reflect the fashion taste of the mistress of the palace.

Li Zhao has never been stingy about making Song Qingyue dress up beautifully for this kind of gatherings full of women. He also specially ordered a new batch of tourmaline and crystal jewelry for her. The gemstone cut is so sparkling and dazzling.

A group of young eunuchs followed Qin Jifu and were busy picking and picking in Song Qingyue's huge warehouse, but Qin Jifu always scolded them as vulgar and lack of vision.

Song Qingyue looked at Qin Jifu's fussy look when picking clothes with orchids, and felt that he looked like an editor of a fashion magazine.The little maids around laughed, and Qin Jifu glared at them: "What are you watching! Why don't you come to help?"

Dong Ping immediately said: "In August, the accounts in the mansion need to be reconciled, and I haven't finished reconciling them yet."

Xiaozao grinned: "Only Mr. Jifu can do this kind of thing. Baoyue Pavilion recently released a new sweet-scented osmanthus lipstick. I'm going to the store to see how it sells."

Cotton also lowered his head: "Sister Mo Fan sent the purchase list a few days ago, and I have to check the accounts."

Susu and Xiaoyuan said that the summer account books of the shipyard and food processing factory in the south were also sent, and they had to check them.

Mozhu and Molan smiled together.

"Slaves still have students' homework to correct."

"I need to help His Highness prepare tomorrow's lesson plan. The father-in-law is busy, and the servant girl is going to work."

Hey, one by one!It's all about it, right? ?

Qin Jifu with his arms akimbo.

Mo Ju, Mo Mei, and Mo Ran are not here. They are currently teaching the maids, mothers-in-law, and servants in the mansion. They are so busy every day that they don't have time to come here to chat.

And the recent Wufangzhai morning class has begun to recruit new students.

If the new class of students enrolls, there are three grades in class at the same time.

There was not enough space in Wufangzhai, so the Wangyue Pavilion, which had been empty all the time, was requisitioned as a teaching building.

Studying is hard, but the opportunity to read and write is even rarer. Those who have the opportunity to enter the literacy class cherish this rare learning opportunity. In the first two classes, there are almost no dropouts, and they all work hard to persist until the next school year.Now there are 50 students in each grade, a total of [-] students. The scale of the morning class school in this palace is only a little smaller than that of Zhaoyue Primary School outside.

But because there is only one hour of class every day, the teaching progress is much slower than that of Zhaoyue Primary School.

However, the morning class school in Fuchu also shoulders the task of adjusting and revising teaching materials according to the teaching effect.Song Qingyue, apart from going to the Academy of Sciences to attend classes every day, returning home to prepare the lesson plans for the next day, and checking the homework of the students, also needs to think about improving the textbooks and workbooks used by Zhaoyue Primary School.

In fact, Song Qingyue has a new idea recently: she wants to set up a public welfare "evening school" with free teaching in the capital. Of course, because there are no effective lighting tools at night, the night school has to be turned into a "morning school". The class ends after the teacher speaks for half an hour.

Thinking of this, he asked Qin Jifu to look for a house.

The budget this time is much higher than the budget when Zhaoyue Primary School was founded. In addition to being used as a morning school, Song Qingyue plans to set up an income-generating "mathematics tutoring center" in the rest of the time.

All the supplementary books have been produced, how can there be no tutoring center?
All the maids in Wufangzhai's eyes lit up when they heard this.

Song Qingyue told them that as long as they study hard, they will be released from the house every seven days to work as female teachers for two days. She also said that this is called "part-time job to earn extra money".

Song Qingyue, concubine of the Jin Dynasty, who was busy going around every day, was able to find time to attend banquets every now and then, dragging Tan Fengzhen around to put on a show.

Of course, carrying the child into the palace to please the emperor's father-in-law must not be left behind.Only by making the emperor happy can she continue to toss and move towards the ideal of realizing the industrial revolution.

And Song Qingyue's attention and closeness to Tan Fengzhen when she came in made her sister Song Qianqian feel bad.

"My younger sister's marriage has not yet been settled. My older sister doesn't pull out her own sister, but she always brings a merchant girl around. My older sister doesn't listen to what people outside are saying about you now!"

At the full moon wine banquet for the newborn Xiao Shizi of the Wang family of the second prince Baojun last month, Song Qianqian complained about Song Qingyue with her mouth pouted like an oil pot.

Song Qingyue was pulling Tan Fengzhen into a corner and asking her if she would like to run a tuition center with her.

"What are you talking about me?" She asked Song Qianqian amusedly.

"Sister, you crawled out of Tongfang's belly after all, so you won't be able to get on the stage." Song Qianqian said.

Song Qingyue stretched out her little finger to dig her ears, her ears could already hear cocoons, so is there any other fresh words to say?If this group of noble ladies are really not used to seeing me, why do they have to offer respectful and fearful offers every time they see me?Song Qingyue's heart was so calm that there was no ripple in such gossip.

Wanting to tease her sister, Song Qingyue glanced at Song Qianqian: "You think so too?"

Song Qianqian blinked: "Of course I don't think so! I know, my sister just wants everyone to send their girls to study."

Seeing her erratic little eyes, Song Qingyue reached out and hit Song Qianqian hard on the head.

"what!"

Qianqian screamed all over, and quickly covered her head and looked at her sister aggrievedly.

Song Qingyue curled her lips into a smile: "Don't forget, your aunt is a merchant woman. Fourth brother, as a legitimate son, isn't he also in business? Don't you even look down on fourth brother?"

The eyes of Tan Fengzhen at the side flickered, and there seemed to be something more in the eyes of Princess Jin.

Qianqian didn't notice, and just sighed: "I can't be as free and easy as the third sister, who doesn't care about other people's eyes at all."

Song Qingyue withdrew her marriage: "Did I tell you about your marriage last time? You won't have so many troubles when you choose Deputy Commander Yu. Who told you not to let go of the Mu family? No wonder Who? I've helped you with everything that needs to be done, and the rest is up to you. I won't interfere."

Song Qianqian suddenly lost her arrogance, and limp beside Yi like a deflated ball, thinking about her thoughts.