"You've slept in the same room for so long, and you're still shy?"
Liu Mengru chuckled lightly, took Wenhui's hand and said, "Sister Wenhui, don't worry, my husband is busy and I don't have time to arrange your wedding, but I am free, so I will definitely make it very grand."
"Sister Mengru, it's also your marriage."
Wen Hui corrected.
Liu Mengru's face turned red.
Secretly, he spat at Zhao Ping again. He had been bought by that bastard for six years, and now he was going to make up for his marriage. It was really shameless.
But Liu Mengru’s heart is sweet.
It proves that Zhao Ping has her in his heart.
However, Liu Mengru shook her head and said: "My father is not here, so the marriage cannot be held."
"Then wait until you are reunited with your uncle."
"Anyway, with the official documents here, I can be regarded as my husband's legitimate wife. No matter how much others say, I can't change this fact."
"And since we have to suppress the Tong family cloth shop during this period, I'm afraid we won't have time to get married."
"Why don't we just slow down this matter for now and wait until the right time comes to deal with it later?"
"All right."
Liu Mengru sighed.
She also knew that Zhao Ping today was no longer the Zhao Ping of the past, and he had many things to be busy with.
The family feud has not been avenged and the national hatred has not been eliminated. It is indeed not suitable for a happy event.
But the family should move anyway.
At least everyone can get together to discuss things from now on, instead of being crowded into a small hut.
And Zhao Ping has already taken Li Hu to Lu Xiu's home.
"Lu Xiu, have you finished the thing I asked you to make last time?"
Zhao Ping asked as soon as they met.
"It's already been made."
Lu Xiu said excitedly: "Master, you are so amazing. You can think of such a method. It is simply amazing."
"It's just basic sex."
Zhao Ping said stinkingly.
It’s just standing on the shoulders of giants.
Now that a school has been set up, relying on Li Mubai to teach alone is not an option.
What's more, those "students" spend three days fishing and two days drying nets, and even if they are short, they will be short for more than half a month.
For example, everyone from Heifeng Village has not returned yet.
So Zhao Ping thought of books.
If there are some portable books, these "students" can study at any time no matter where they are.
At least you can read and write.
Then movable type printing came into being.
The characters were provided by Li Mubai, and they were all relatively simple and common characters.
The study text is the Three Character Classic provided by Zhao Ping.
Fortunately, during the nine-year compulsory education, the teacher required students to memorize and write from memory. Otherwise, Zhao Ping might not be able to complete this kind of book for enlightenment education.
Of course, it is also inseparable from the multiplication tables in arithmetic.
"Lu Xiu, you are a promising kid."
Zhao Ping patted Lu Xiu on the shoulder and praised: "This set of movable type printing alone can make your name famous throughout the ages."
“Students dare not take credit.”
Lu Xiu corrected: "This is all sir's idea. The student just did some stupid work."
"If you really want your name to be passed down through the ages, it is also the case that your name will be passed down through the ages."
"What do I need so much fame for?"
Zhao Ping smiled bitterly and said: "What's yours is yours. It can be regarded as a congratulatory gift from me to you since you accepted me as your teacher."
Lu Xiu knew Zhao Ping's temper and didn't shirk it anymore.
Anyway, it will be passed down through the ages, and no one can say for sure, so there is no point in worrying about it.
He demonstrated the printing process to Zhao Ping.
Very convenient.
At this speed, a printer could print thousands of manuscripts a day.
The paper is just a bit expensive.
Although papermaking appeared in the Dawei Dynasty, the royal family felt that paper was made of tree bark, linen, cotton and other debris, and was considered a dirty thing.
In addition, the ink is easy to spread, and the handwriting will become blurred after being stored for a long time.
Especially some major files and cases, etc., will become unclear after being left for a period of time.
It is difficult to reverse an unjust case.
So it was not promoted in the royal family.
However, some literati, noble families, merchants and the like like to use it because it is more convenient to carry.
Zhao Ping also mentioned papermaking technology.
However, he only knew that the paper in his previous life was made of straw, but he had no idea about the principle.
We can only explore step by step.
I haven't figured out why yet.
Need to find some help.
Zhao Ping sighed.
Otherwise, the five thousand years of civilization in his mind will be wasted.
He alone would be too exhausted to figure it all out.
However, it is still possible to print several thousand copies of the Three-Character Classic.
At the very least, the children in Xiping Village and the people around them can be literate and learn things.
When Zhao Ping went to Li Mubai with a Three-Character Classic and a book of basic mathematics, Li Mubai was immediately shocked.
He bowed deeply to Zhao Ping and said gratefully: "Thank you sir!"
"Why are you thanking me?"
Zhao Ping said in confusion.
"Sir, you are righteous."
Li Mubai said: "The Three Character Classic is the most enlightening article I have ever seen. It is so exquisitely written."
"The teacher directly took it out for everyone to learn from, which shows that he is serious about learning."
"If the entire Dawei Dynasty is like this, there will be no need to worry about the country being unstable."
"As for this basic mathematics, it's even more amazing."
"With a few small numbers and some specific symbols, you can get the final result, which is many times better than calculating."
"Both of these can be regarded as sacred items, but your husband gave them to me so easily, which shows your trust in me."
"Don't worry, sir. Even if I don't participate in next year's Qiu Wei, I will definitely make everyone in Xiping Village literate and able to make plans."
"Master Li is serious."
Zhao Ping helped him up and said with a smile: "Master Li, should you take the scientific examination? At least you have to bring glory to your father, right?"
"As for teaching, if there is any delay, Mr. Li can recommend some friends to me."
"Especially those who are depressed or tired of being an official."
"I can give them very good treatment."
Hearing this, Li Mubai blushed.
He smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, I actually recommended this matter a long time ago."
"However, when those people heard that they were coming to teach in a small village in Yun'an County, they immediately refused without showing any kindness."
"Sir, if you really want to set up a large school, it would be best to set it up in a county or state city."
"Otherwise, it will be difficult to find good teachers in one village alone."
"Okay, I understand this matter, and I will consider it carefully."
Zhao Ping touched his chin and curved the corners of his mouth.
Since you can't find it, just grab it.
Zhao Ping knew very well that there were many poor literati in history who could not afford to eat.
Some are unrecognized for their talents, and some are pretentious.
Anyway, we were all so poor that we couldn’t finish our last meal.
The court of the Dawei Dynasty was controlled by some people with ulterior motives, and there must be more of those people.
If you "rob" them over yourself, you can give them a job. At least they won't starve and freeze to death.
Zhao Ping also kept this matter in mind.
Went around the factory again.
Not to mention, having money can really make all the difference.
With four coppers a day and a heavy payment for his job, the new home and factory were completely completed.
It was built exactly according to the drawings he gave.
There are three greenhouses belonging to the textile factory, two are used for weaving and one is used to store raw materials and woven cloth.
Two hundred machines are running day and night.
It feels like going into a factory to tighten screws in my previous life.
On both sides are breweries and granaries.
There were also workers busy, making it very lively.
The outermost is the escort agency.
There was a sign hanging in the air, and only a few people were guarding it. The rest had gone to the back mountain for training.
In the middle is the canteen.
I also built a greenhouse imitating the model of my previous life.
However, time was too tight and we couldn't make tables, chairs and benches in a hurry.
Everyone just found a place to squat down and eat. Anyway, there was meat, white rice, and white steamed buns, and the food was very delicious.
Behind is the residential area.
The front row houses the bodyguards, and the middle row houses Zhao Ping and Wen Hui.
The two sides were transformed into armaments workshops, where Zhang Jiuya and Lu Xiu worked.
The last square is Zhao Ping's research room.
According to Zhao Ping's original plan, a school and a hospital would also be built.
However, considering that the factory area is the basis for his success in the Dawei Dynasty, it is inconvenient for outsiders to enter and exit.
So the schools and hospitals were moved elsewhere.
A school was built at the west end of Xiping Village and a hospital was built at the east end of Xia Village.
It's just getting started now, and it will take some time to be fully completed.
Anyway, there is only Li Mubai as a teacher at this time, who mainly teaches bodyguards and female soldiers. He has been staying at the back mountain, so there is not much urgent need.
As for the hospital, it still doesn’t have a single doctor, so it doesn’t matter when it will be built.
After wandering around for a while, Zhao Ping was very satisfied.
After traveling for such a long time, I finally created a world that is completely my own.
Thinking about it, I'm still a little proud.
Three days later, it was an auspicious day for summer selection. Just as he was preparing to move, he received an uninvited guest.
It was also the person Zhao Ping longed to see—Xu Tianhua.
He came back from the capital.
