Empress, she always wants to abdicate

Chapter 162 Why Do Women Read Less?
Han Zhiyu looked at his hand, and finally did not hand it to him, but followed slowly.

It doesn't matter what is achieved or not.

But when she actually saw it, only one word came to her mind.

Really fragrant.

In the past, there were only one or two bookstores occasionally, but now there are many shops like mushrooms after rain.

"This is the achievement you mentioned." Han Zhiyu was inevitably shocked.

After all, at a glance, the entire street is almost covered with calligraphy and paintings, and there are many of them in plain clothes.

Xu Shi saw her surprise, and Ying Yu used a fan to talk about her hairpin: "What are you thinking about? There are so many people now because of the sudden increase in paper. Everyone thinks it's new, so it's inevitable that they are overjoyed."

On her head is a trembling hairpin, with thin gold threads twisted on a stick to look like a spring, with a butterfly and a tassel.

Now, it's as if he is about to spread his wings and fly at any time.

It looks very gratifying, and of course, it is also very itchy for Ying Yu.

Han Zhiyu ignored him and just stood on the side of the road looking at calligraphy and paintings.

Most of them are ink paintings. After all, most of the ancient pigments are extremely expensive, and many people cannot afford them.

However, almost every stall has a statue of a goddess similar to what Gongyixuan took.

Even though she was as calm as Han Zhiyu, she couldn't help feeling a little ashamed and flustered.

"Will they not affect their studies?" Although Han Zhiyu supported the students' hobbies.

But some things go too far. If you focus on your hobbies, you will leave behind your studies.

Just like in ancient times, Han Chuang studied hard for ten or even decades.

If Sun Shan really lost his name, wouldn't it be counterproductive?

Ying Yu smiled and unfolded his fan: "What are you talking about, it's just writing and painting in your spare time."

"In the past, if a scholar didn't pass the exam, it was useless, and he couldn't even carry it on his shoulders. But now they can sell some calligraphy and paintings for their own education, and they can also subsidize their families. Isn't it great."

Han Zhiyu nodded, "Yes."

She took it for granted, it's not all about reducing the cost of learning as long as there is paper.

After all, many people have to live. If they can't survive, or even their family members can't survive, then how can they study with peace of mind.

A street is almost full of scholars, and everyone meets each other from time to time, reciting poems and the like.

Although it is contaminated with money and money, it can also be said to be romantic.

Han Zhiyu bought some that looked good to her, so she bought some.

Seeing her joyful look, Ying Yu feels much relieved.

But on the way back, she seemed a little preoccupied.

"What's the matter, I'm worried before I get home." Ying Yu fiddled with the hairpin in her hair with her fingers.

Han Zhiyu thought for a while: "All I saw just now seemed to be men selling paintings."

Ying Yu leaned crookedly on the soft pillow, and replied like a boneless: "The ones who can let girls study are usually rich families, so why would they let them go out and sell paintings for a small profit?"

"Haven't you ever thought about letting those poor girls study too?" Han Zhiyu asked puzzled.

During the process of getting along, she felt that Ying Yu did not demean women.

Moreover, the heroine in the original book can be a general without any obstacles.

So what is it that causes so few girls to study at home?

Ying Yu looked at her deeply: "It's not that I didn't think about it, it's just that it's all gone."

"Why?" Han Zhiyu asked almost immediately.

(End of this chapter)