Zhulan looked at Concubine Chen who was looking forward to it, and pointed at herself, "Concubine, I write an article."
Concubine Chen, "I saw it, so I asked you if I can do it."
Zhulan spread her hands, "I wrote the article with the emperor's permission, so the concubine should know who to ask."
Concubine Chen pursed her lips and said, "I'm writing a storybook, I want to hear your opinion."
Zhulan pointed to the sky and said, "You can go to the palace and ask the emperor about this."
We have all the interesting stories, and it is not impossible to have a storybook. It mainly depends on the emperor's ideas. For an emperor who holds great power, many things are easy to implement.
Concubine Chen didn't want to enter the palace. "Don't you have any other solution?"
Zhulan shook her head, "No."
This is a newspaper. Without the emperor's permission, no one dared to accept Concubine Chen's words.
Concubine Chen frowned, "Why is it so difficult to be a woman? You are a talented person but you can only use Mr. Feng Qing to write articles, and I can only use Mr. Yan."
Zhulan thought that being a woman really did not have a easy life, but articles were different from storybooks. Even if storybooks were popular, it was still difficult to write them in newspapers, especially since newspapers in the capital were facing all states across the country. Newspapers conveyed the emperor's thoughts and the court's decisions. She felt that the emperor would not agree to storybooks appearing in newspapers.
Interesting talks are different from storybooks. Interesting talks are mostly collected from the people, thus getting some of their thoughts, while storybooks talk about love and so on!
When Concubine Chen saw that Yang didn't say anything, the heat in her heart slowly subsided, "Alas, I'm not willing to accept this."
Zhu Lan said, "You can go and ask."
When Concubine Chen came, she did not ask her son because she knew what her son would say. Instead, she asked Yang. Yang was a woman who had written articles that had been published in newspapers. She wanted to get advice and hoped that Yang could help her!
Unfortunately, Yang was right. The world belongs to the emperor. If the emperor does not allow it, it will be useless even if she asks more people for help.
Concubine Chen was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, she said, "Your article appeared in the newspaper, and my son praised you."
Zhulan's lips curled up, "Really?"
Concubine Chen nodded, "Really."
Zhulan was in a good mood. Who doesn't like to hear compliments? The fact that she could receive compliments of this level from the King of Qi was not only an affirmation of her, but also a recognition of her ideas!
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 sold better. A book is not cheap, and the bookstore owner was very happy. He placed Mr. Fengqing's books in the most conspicuous position.
At the same time, everyone was curious about who Mr. Feng Qing was!
The few boys from the Zhou family who were still in the academy were strangely silent as they listened to their classmates' discussions.
Ming Jing pursed his lips. He really wanted to say that Mr. Feng Qing was his grandmother, but he sighed, knowing that he couldn't say it and felt very uncomfortable!
Ming Ling and Ming Feng sat together. Finally, it was time for class. They saw the teacher bringing in the newspaper. The two brothers looked at each other and thought it felt good to be the only one awake!
After a few more days, no one in the capital city still knew who Mr. Feng Qing was. The more mysterious Mr. Feng Qing became, the more people discussed him.
Zhulan has already come out of her 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, and Yuwen rarely offered to go along, so Zhulan took her two granddaughters along.
Beijing is the capital of the country, and the people living in the suburbs of Beijing live a good life. Judging from the houses and clothes they live in, their families have some wealth.
The curtains of the carriage were not drawn, and the scene outside could be clearly seen through the glass windows.
Yuyi pursed her lips and said, "All the people playing in the village are boys. My granddaughter didn't see any girls."
Ever since she entered the village, she has been staring out the window. Even though she has guesses in her mind, she feels uncomfortable when she really sees them.
Yuwen, "Grandma, should we get off the carriage?"
Zhulan nodded, but did not ask the driver to stop at the families that seemed to be in difficult circumstances. It was useless for her to visit them. Even if they didn't charge a penny, such families would not send their girls to learn skills. She never wanted to see stubborn ideas.
It would be useless for her to persuade them now no matter what she said. Only if someone in the village sent their daughters to study and saw the wages after graduation would they be shaken, even if it was just for the money.
The carriage stopped at the headman's house. The people in the suburbs of Beijing were familiar with carriages and could tell whether a person was a powerful official by looking at the carriage.
At home, Zhulan got off the carriage and was stunned. "Madam?"
Zhulan said, "Use the excuse of drinking water."
The village head didn't think much about it and said, "Come in."
When Zhulan entered the yard, the hostess of the house came to greet her. Knowing that she wanted to borrow some water, she hurriedly asked her granddaughter to boil some water.
Zhulan did not enter the house. She sat in the yard. She saw the glass window and looked at the jewelry worn by the women. She knew what was going on. "Is there a scholar in the family?"
The village head's wife smiled and said, "Yes, several of my grandchildren are studying."
Zhulan looked at the girls again. Because Zhulan and her group were women, the girls did not avoid them, but the village head avoided them. "How old are your granddaughters?"
The village head's wife replied, "The oldest is fourteen and has been engaged, and the youngest is eight years old."
Zhulan saw that the girls were very well behaved and smiled, "You are lucky."
The village head's wife waved her hands, "What good fortune is there?"
She hopes to have more grandchildren, and her granddaughters will get married sooner or later.
Zhulan said: "My granddaughter is thoughtful."
The wife of the village head disagreed, but did not refute. She had seen noblemen's carriages on the streets of the capital. She did not dare to say anything to the old lady in front of her who did not wear much jewelry, even though she had a kind face.
Zhulan asked again, "Can your granddaughter read?"
The village head's wife was puzzled, but she replied, "I can't read."
Zhulan was feeling very upset. All the grandsons in her family were going to school, but none of her granddaughters could read. "Do you know Orphan Zhuangzi?"
The village head's wife perked up, "I know. The head of the family said that after the renovation is completed, he will send his untalented grandson to study there."
"Where's the granddaughter?"
The village head's wife was stunned, frowning, "My granddaughter will get married sooner or later."
When she finishes her studies and is about to get married, wouldn't it be a bargain to send her granddaughter to study? Besides, she was not willing to spend money to send her granddaughter to study. It would be better to send her grandson to study so that he would have the ability to settle down in the future.
Yuyi and Yuwen were unusually silent. They were born into good fortune, daughters of officials, with loving parents and fair grandparents. They learned to read and write since childhood, and learned music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Their grandmother also broadened their horizons. They were really so happy.
Zhulan looked past the village head and at the girl standing behind her. "Do you want to learn skills? In the academy, you can learn embroidery, medicine, etc. Not only can you read and write, but you can also learn arithmetic, etc. Do you want to learn?"
The wife of the village head wanted to speak, but Zhulan gave her a look. The wife's pupils shrank and she was frightened by the sharp look.
The girl answered without thinking, "I listen to my parents."
Zhulan looked at the younger ones. Children in ancient times matured early, and girls were treated unequally, so they matured even earlier. The eyes of the younger ones were blank at this time. They had never thought about studying.