The best peasant woman

Chapter 197 Movable Type Printing (2)
"I processed it, otherwise, how delicious do you think it would be?" Zhang Axiu is really evil, and these words can somewhat damage Xie Mingrong's self-confidence.

"Xiuxiu...can't you encourage me?" Xie Mingrong said sadly.

"Encourage you to continue burning my kitchen?" Zhang Axiu gave Xie Mingrong a hard look. At this time, Xie Mingrong looked like a cute child, puffing out his cheeks and bowing his head.

Yes, bow your head!It was frightened by Zhang Axiu's tone.He found that if he was with Zhang Axiu, his life would be tortured.

But he loves it!
"Xiuxiu, your kitchen is on fire, I can build one for you myself!" This is not difficult!
"Xie Mingrong, shut up quickly and eat! The food is cold!" Zhang Axiu didn't want to get angry at first, but Xie Mingrong got into trouble and was so happy.

"Yes, yes, I understand!" Xie Mingrong nodded, and gracefully began to pick up vegetables.

A Xing finished her meal and went to do her homework, while Xiao Bai was enslaved to fetch water for washing the dishes later.

Xie Mingrong took the initiative to wash the dishes.

"Don't help me wash the dishes, I'll do it myself!" Zhang Axiu quickly stopped Xie Mingrong from breaking the bowl.

"You broke several bowls last time!" Zhang Axiu knew that these bowls were worthless in Xie Mingrong's eyes, but they were very valuable in the eyes of the poor, as good as white jade bowls.

"Xiuxiu, please make a list for me. I'll just ask the housekeeper of the palace to buy it for you. I'll pay for the money." Xie Mingrong remembered that he had indeed ruined several dishes.

"Well, you agreed to it yourself!" Zhang Axiu nodded and agreed. Indeed, he should pay the money.

"Well, of course I agree, Xiuxiu, as long as you say, I agree." Xie Mingrong said plausibly.

"It's too late, I don't believe it! You've learned to be glib now, haven't you?" Zhang Axiu pursed her lips with an unhappy expression.

Xie Mingrong just talked about it and made Zhang Axiu happy.

In winter, Zhang Axiu's pickled salted fish sold very well, and the harvest of the one thousand mu of land bestowed by Emperor Jing was also very good, making Zhang Axiu a lot of money.

Zhang Axiu had no chance to leave the capital because Xie Mingrong sent people to watch for twelve hours. Even if Pei Wenhao came, she took Axing to Xiangguo Temple to meet him, but Xie Mingrong had someone stop her.

Zhang Axiu knew that Xie Mingrong really refused to let her go.

Well, she has plenty of time to spend with him.

"Xiuxiu, An Qiongyu has been imprisoned in the prison, don't you want to forgive me?" Xie Mingrong almost knelt down.

"She was really imprisoned?" Zhang Axiu couldn't believe it. Isn't An Qiongyu the princess of Qiongyu who was conferred by the old emperor himself?Why was he suddenly imprisoned?
"Yes. Xiuxiu, you trust me, I didn't lie to you." Xie Mingrong had a headache, because he could see that Zhang Axiu didn't believe in himself very much.

"This is an official document!" Xie Mingrong reached out and took out a stack of papers from his sleeve.

"Ah? This is... this is true!" Zhang Axiu suddenly felt that the breath of depression that had been stagnant in her chest was released and dispersed.

"Can I still lie to you?" Xie Mingrong walked up to Zhang Axiu, and he asked back.

"You are the Ninth Prince, you are a liar and you are not a liar. I don't want to make random comments. If I make a mistake, maybe my head on this neck will have to move!" Zhang Axiu said angrily, rubbing the stack of papers. Return it to Xie Mingrong in a ball.

"Xiuxiu, don't rub it, I have worked so hard to write it for a long time." Xie Mingrong said with a bitter face.

"What? Did you write it all by yourself?" Zhang Axiu suddenly realized, and wondered in her heart, could it be that no one in Gu Yue Kingdom invented movable type printing?
Movable type printing?That is a business opportunity!Then can she be the first person to eat crabs in Gu Yue Kingdom?

Zhang Axiu thought about it, and thought it was feasible. Isn't there a noble person in front of him?Although Xie Mingrong is always appearing in front of her now, which annoys her eyes, it is better to give him something to do.

"Xiuxiu, it's true, my wrist hurts, please rub it for me." Xie Mingrong began to be arrogant.

"No, I don't dare, if it hurts, your emperor father will have to send someone to arrest me and put me in prison." Zhang Axiu shook her head and said, with a serious expression, Xie Mingrong vomited blood.

"Xiuxiu, with me here, he won't do it." Xie Mingrong was worried, he was thinking how to make Xiuxiu not have the prejudice against him before!

"Xie Mingrong, what department are you in charge of now?" She ignored him for a long time, so she didn't know what department Xie Mingrong was in charge of recently.

"It used to be the Ministry of War, but now the military power has been taken back by the emperor. I have gone to the Ministry of Industry, and I can occasionally intervene in the affairs of the Ministry of Punishment." Xie Mingrong did not hide it from Zhang Axiu, so he said softly.

Ministry of Industry?Could it be that Zhang Axiu's chance to fly to Huang Tengda has come?
"Lord Nine..." Zhang Axiu said excitedly.

"Call me Mingrong." Xie Mingrong hated her calling him his honorific title, so he corrected her seriously.

"Okay, Ming Rong." She had to do what she asked for.

"Xiuxiu, what do you want to say?" Xie Mingrong looked down at Zhang Axiu.

Her hair was like blue silk, flowing down casually, making her white jade-like melon-seeded face even smaller and fairer.

This is an extremely exquisite and beautiful face, the skin is more radiant than snow, and under the moonlight, there is a silver light flowing.Her eyebrows are like a crescent moon, her eyes are full of autumn water, sparkling, her nose is small and her lips are blue.

It is so beautiful that people are so fascinated that they forget what Xi Xi is today.

For a moment, Xie Mingrong couldn't help himself, and wanted to kiss her with his beautiful thin lips.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Axiu avoided her.

"Xie Mingrong, do you want to become famous?" Zhang Axiu gave him a serious look, her tone was a little dignified, and her hands were sweating. Why does this sound almost like instigating him to seek power and usurp the throne?Sweating.

"What do you mean? Xiuxiu, please explain to me more clearly." Xie Mingrong was dodged by Zhang Axiu, and his sudden aura suddenly disappeared. He rubbed his nose and asked with his hands behind his back.

"I want to make a big deal, but as a woman, I can't be too famous, or I may be killed." Zhang Axiu understood how cruel and dictatorial the rulers of the feudal society were.

"Tell me first, what the hell do you have in mind?" According to Xie Mingrong's understanding of Zhang Axiu, she probably has something to say.

"Ming Rong, it's like this. I heard you just said that you wrote so many characters by hand one by one. I just thought about whether those characters can be turned into movable type templates and reused many times. After that, , it will be more convenient to make books, and you don’t need to manually transcribe.” Zhang Axiu thinks that Chinese movable type printing is really convenient for generations to come.

(End of this chapter)