Empress, she always wants to abdicate

Chapter 113 They Miss Me So Much

He shook his head blankly.

"Print?"

He shook his head again.

Han Zhiyu signaled him to continue talking, and he already understood why these things are so expensive.

There is no papermaking technology, no printing technology, and it is all hand-copied, so it is strange that it is not expensive.

In ancient times, the best silk cocoons were drawn to weave silk, and the remaining evil cocoons and diseased cocoons were used to make silk floss by floating wadding.

After the wadding is finished, there will be some residual wadding left on the strip mat.When the number of wadding is increased, the residual wadding on the bamboo mat will accumulate into a layer of fiber sheets, which can be peeled off after drying and can be used for writing.There are not many by-products of this kind of floating flocculation, and it is called hexa or square flocculation in ancient books.

But the paper here is smoother, but the color does have a natural yellowing.

Sure enough, what happened next was that his calculation was similar to what she thought.

Han Zhiyu nodded absent-mindedly, motioning for them to pay.

So, is this the fundamental reason why the aristocratic family controls the government?
Even if ordinary people intend to let their children take the exam, at this price, they really can't afford it.

No wonder Gongyi announced that it would be a place similar to a library, allowing those scholars to copy books.

In fact, if you look carefully, there are children on the road who use wooden sticks to write and draw on some meager floating soil.

Maybe they don't know what they are writing at all, but they just have an almost persistent yearning for learning.

"Go back to the house." Han Zhiyu consciously was hit, and she was eager to improve this.

She didn't care much about money since she was a child, as long as she had enough.

Since she was an adult, she has donated money to build schools, and she hopes to sow the seeds of learning in every corner.

As a teacher, there is nothing more distressing than seeing children hungry for knowledge who cannot attend school.

But when she got into the carriage, she calmed down.

No, I can't find Han Ying.

Han Ying is from an aristocratic family, so it has nothing to do with him whether others can read books.

Can he give up part of his own interests to let the poor family grow?
Even if he can, can he do it well?If it is not done well, the betrayal of the people from the aristocratic family may be violently counterattacked.

She couldn't force such a thing on him.

"Your Majesty, what's the matter with you?" Ling Yun looked worried at her gloomy expression.

Han Zhiyu forced a smile: "It's nothing, I just feel uneasy after spending so much money all of a sudden."

Lingyun spoke a few more words of comfort.

When she returned to the mansion, someone brought a lot of letters to her.

They all belonged to the concubines in the palace, and they all greeted Miss and asked when she would go back.

Han Zhiyu felt relieved when she received the condolences: "They really, I never thought that they would miss me so much just two days after leaving the palace."

"Ma'am, do you want to reply to them?" Jing Huan stepped forward and asked seemingly casually.

She is more or less aware of His Majesty's coquettish manipulations.

But the interest between the two people is better not to be broken.

Han Zhiyu nodded, "Alright."

She took a pen and replied to a letter, which was very simple and clear: "Return to the palace in three days."

The main reason is that there are a lot of gestures in traditional Chinese characters, and writing is a bit tiring.

She is still in a mess now, and she really can't free up her mind to think about anything else.

Because the other court ladies hadn't come back yet, Jing Huan personally took the envelope and sent it out.

The eunuch who sent the letter was still waiting for a reply, when he saw her coming, he hurriedly got up: "Why is aunt here in person?"

"Your Majesty replied, please hide your tail." Jing Huan sighed, then turned and left.

　Today's last bomb, I really worked hard~
　　Beg for tickets, beg for love, start your career

　　
　
(End of this chapter)