Yuyuan study.

Zu'er held her head and watched her uncle write a self-recommendation letter on the desk.

After a long time, my stomach was rumbling with hunger, and it happened that Di'er brought a large bowl of porridge and warm wine.

She licked it clean after eating.

Gradually I couldn't bear the sleepiness, and fell asleep on the couch in the study.

Chu Tianxiu glanced at her, shook her head with a smile, and approved her a robe.

Fortunately, the charcoal stove is warm, and the winter night in the study is as warm as midsummer, and it will not be cold.

...

Wait until the next day, the sun is three poles, the sun shines through the window, and the butt is sunburned.

She woke up slowly, sleepy-eyed, and found that Chu Tianxiu was still writing with her head buried.

Zu'er couldn't help but lie on his stomach to look at Chu Tianxiu's face writing seriously, and he was stunned for a while.

When my uncle writes seriously, why is it so good-looking...!

Oh, what do you think, it's a shame.

"Uncle, your self-recommendation letter hasn't been written yet?"

Zu'erqiao's face was slightly red, and Nuonuo asked.

"It's coming... It's still half there! ”

Chu Tianxiu said with a smile.

I stayed up all night and worked hard to write.

Both of his eyes were black, but the "Self-Recommendation Book" on which he had high hopes was finally half completed.

It can't be helped!

There are more flashes of light on his body than cold hair, and he is full of pitches, and if he wants to write them all, he can't finish writing them all night.

I have to continue writing during the day today. Hurry up and finish writing it in the next two days, and try to send the self-recommendation letter to the Jinling Palace as soon as possible, so as not to miss the annual event held by the imperial court this year.

It's just that an opportunity once a year, and if he can't seize it, he will have to stay up in King Ping's Mansion for one more year.

"Zu'er, take the bamboo slips again!"

Chu Tianxiu found that the bamboo slips were not enough.

Zu'er found that the blank bamboo slips in the study had been used up, and her face was as pale as dirt, "Uncle, have you used up the bamboo slips in the house?" ... I'll send someone to the bamboo slip workshop to buy some back, but it will take half an hour! ”

"Okay, get people to buy it as soon as possible. I happened to be tired of writing, so I took a break and went to the garden to breathe. ”

Chu Tianxiu reluctantly put down the pen and took Zu'er to wander around in the garden of the palace, stepping on the snow.

Take a break and get some inspiration along the way.

Zu'er found a few subordinates and instructed them to go to the bamboo slip shop in Hoop Bucket Lane on Changle Street to buy some bamboo slips and come back.

...

Chu Tianxiu was on his way to the garden when he was blown by the cold wind, and his stomach suddenly ached.

It is estimated that I suffered some cold on the street last night, and ate a large bowl of venison porridge and a pot of hot wine at night.

Now I was blown by the cold wind again in the morning, and I suddenly felt sick and a little upset.

Unfortunately.

On the way to the palace garden, Chu Tianxiu actually ran into an old acquaintance who had a quarrel at the Hongmen Inn last night - Mr. Pingwangfu's private school, Mr. Lao Sour Confucian.

The private school of the Ping Wangfu is a side courtyard in the palace.

There are hundreds of Li disciples in Jinling City, and many of them are young children between five and ten years old, all of whom have to study in the only private school of the Li family.

The winter solstice has not yet been holidayed, and I still have to go to school.

Jia Sheng would come to the palace every day to teach the Li students, read and write, and teach Confucian classics.

Jia Sheng came to the palace early in the morning, went around and around without going to the private school, pretending to wander around, just waiting for the little dusk to appear.

"Hey, Jia Sheng has seen the little marquis!"

When Jia Sheng saw Chu Tianxiu, he hurriedly greeted him with a smile.

But I saw that Xiao Duhou had a pair of dark circles under his eyes, and it was clear that he had not slept all night.

His heart suddenly blossomed, and he bowed his hand respectfully and said:

"Little Hou Ye, what's wrong with you, could it be that you stayed up all night writing the "Recommendation Document"?

Jia was at the inn last night, and I forgot a big event, you may not be able to write a "recommendation document".

It doesn't hurt, the villain is the best at it, and he can be ghostwriter and say good words. Even if the Holy One will not give you an official, it will be more pleasing to you! ”

Not everyone can write this recommendation well.

The "Recommendation Document" must be concise, substantial, and well-written, so that the emperor will feel that this person is very good at a glance and leave a good impression.

Pingwangfu is born in Longxi Gate, Taizu migrated to Jinling, the children of the Li family have been martial arts for generations, seeking fame and fortune on the battlefield, and there are many famous generals, but the literary style is slightly inferior.

Therefore, every year when the Ping Wangfu recommends his children to go out, most of them will let him, an old gentleman from a private school who is full of poetry and books, to ghostwrite and polish.

He is full of poetry and writing, and he writes this kind of document with ease.

Now, it is his Jia Sheng's opportunity to show his talent once a year.

Of course, the point is to get a lot of money for brushing... Ten taels of silver are always required.

For an old Confucian student who was struggling to make ends meet, this was a lot of extra income. Anyway, Xiao Duhou can't be an official, and he doesn't earn this money in vain.

"Ha, Mr. Jia said it too early. This little marquis's "self-recommendation letter" was written quickly! I'm going to go to the latrine, so I won't talk to you. ”

Chu Tianxiu flicked his sleeves.

How could he have the strength to pay attention to this old man who deliberately showed off his skills in front of him.

I'm having a stomach upset, and I'm a little anxious, and I just want to hurry up to the thatched house.

...

Pingwangfu, a remote corner of the bamboo forest.

Thatched huts.

Chu Tianxiu was depressed.

Mr. Little Private School, a sour Confucian, actually dared to show it in front of this little marquis. What is so difficult about the self-recommendation essay, and the cover letter is not unwritten.

Jia Sheng and a group of sour Confucians in Hongmen Inn didn't even have the qualifications to recommend them, so they could only twitter sourly, envious and jealous of his share.

We'll see... This little marquis is looking forward to you, Confucian students, running naked in the ice and snow Jinling.

Half a pillar of incense.

He finished.

Belch...

Which one... This thatched house's... What about paper?

His eyes widened.

I only saw that on the walls of the thatched house, there were bamboo boards and wooden boards of different lengths, which were enchanting and colorful, competing for beauty... It seemed to be waiting for him to be lucky.

Chu Tianxiu was stunned.

He suddenly realized that he had overlooked a serious and terrifying problem.

These bamboo boards in front of you are inexplicably familiar, what are they? ... It won't be the "toilet chip" used to wipe filth in ancient legends, right?

Use these-stirring sticks to wipe your ass?

What about paper?

It's over!

I actually forgot that in this Great Chu Dynasty, books were all made of bamboo slips, and he had never seen a single piece of paper in Yuyuan's study.

Bamboo slips are the ancient "paper", so bamboo slips were used by the ancients to wipe dirt?

No wonder future generations like paper to wipe their butts, it turns out to follow this old tradition!!

Chu Tianxiu's face turned purple.

I'm!

Lao Tzu has traveled for more than 2,000 years, and finally became a noble little dusk marquis, and it is okay to be demoted to a son-in-law by the emperor, and he doesn't care about you.

Now you don't even have the paper for the last thatched house ready for me! ... Can God make a discussion and let me move back a few hundred years from the time I traveled?

Alas~ It's over!

From now on, I have to use the toilet to serve my ass.

If you use this thing too much, will you get hemorrhoids?

Chu Tianxiu was helpless when he thought about it, and in desperation, he could only pinch his nose and pinch the most beautiful toilet chip with two fingers.

Take a closer look.

Well, slender, smooth, burr-free, presumably the servant washed it, this one is good.

Carefully wipe your buttocks.

"Hiss~! Oops, my delicate little marquis ass! ”

He wouldn't use it at all, accidentally poked in the wrong place, and it hurt a spirit.

Quickly threw away the damn toilet chip.

Calm down!

Don't be angry!

I am a civilized person who has traveled through modern times.

There must be other ways to solve this abominable problem.

Chu Tianxiu squatted in the thatched house, deep in thought... My legs are numb.

"Zu'er!"

"In!"

"A question for you?"

"Uncle, you say!"

Zu'er stood on tiptoe and stood outside the door of the thatched house, listening carefully.

She knew that her uncle had been writing a self-recommendation letter all night, and her uncle must have thought of a major problem and needed someone to help think about it together, and she had to answer it seriously.

"County Lord, and you and Di'er, after you go to the toilet, your body... What to do if it stinks? ”

Chu Tianxiu asked sullenly.

"The county lord, me, and Sister Di'er, every time we go to the toilet, we will immediately burn incense and bathe, and our bodies will not stink. ... Uncle, do you want me to prepare a bathtub? ”

Zuer was surprised.

Chu Tianxiu hid his face and was speechless.

Taking a shower after a toilet is a simple method. It's just that I have to take a shower every time, which is a bit troublesome.

That's it, you shouldn't ask like that,

"I don't need to shower, I need paper! Zu'er, hurry up and get the paper to save your uncle! ”

"Okay, how much does my uncle want?"

Zuer said very cheerfully.

The paper that my uncle said should be hemp paper.

She knew where there was hemp paper.

There are private schools in the Pingwangfu, but the number is very small.

The hemp paper of the private school, simple and rough, but expensive and expensive, is specially used for some of the high-ranking descendants of the Li family gate valve to practice pen writing.

She used to study in a private school in the palace and accompanied the county lord to study. Although I didn't learn any great skills in composing poetry, I knew how to read and write.

There are no bamboo slips in the palace now, and my uncle suddenly wants to use hemp paper, so he must have thought of using hemp paper to write the "Self-Recommendation Letter".

"If you have it, you can do it. The more the merrier, get it now! ”

Chu Tianxiu was overjoyed.

I didn't expect that there was paper in this world, and I was overjoyed!

"Okay!"

Zu'er immediately ran to the private school.

She took all the ten pieces of hemp paper in the private school, and by the way, she also brought an ink brush from the private school and stuffed it into the aunt in the thatched house.

"Uncle, hemp paper is here. You save a little money. ”

Not much, just a dozen in total.

She is full of expectations that her uncle can complete her self-recommended masterpiece.

My uncle is so diligent.

When I went to the toilet in the thatched house, I couldn't help but write hard.

My uncle is so diligent, if he can't be favored by the emperor, it will be unreasonable.

Chu Tianxiu was pleasantly surprised to take a small stack of hemp paper that Zu'er stuffed into the thatched house, and looked at it carefully, "Hey, there is really hemp paper!" ”

Hemp paper is the old-timer of Cai Hou paper.

The workmanship is rough, the fiber is long and hard, but it is expensive... It's a bit like the kind of paper that burns paper money in the grave.

Hemp paper is actually not very suitable for writing, and it has never really been popular and popularized in ancient times.

It is said to be expensive, of course, because the material from which it is made is "hemp".

Hemp is a strategic cash crop in ancient times, and it is the main material used by civilians to make linen, walking, and ropes, and the most important living material.

Using hemp as a material to make paper, competing with people for clothes, shoes, and ropes, materials are scarce, and the price will definitely be ridiculously expensive.

Besides, hemp paper is a one-time thing, and it will be scrapped after writing a few lines.

Compared with the durable linen clothes and steps, it is too inconvenient and the use value is too low.

Who can afford it for civilians? Naturally, I can't afford to use it at all.

Rich people don't want to use hemp paper either... Because the current process is still too rough, the quality is a little bad, and the ink penetrates easily in all directions, making it not suitable for making books.

There are also a few mansions of powerful people, buy them to taste fresh.

"It seems that Dachu's paper industry is a little backward!"

Soon, Chu Tianxiu showed disgust.

However, no matter how bad hemp paper is, it is still paper. It's better than a cold and hard bamboo toilet chip!

...

Soon, Chu Tianxiu patted his ass and walked out of the thatched house, tied up his belt, and straightened his robe, feeling extremely refreshed.

It's just that I've been squatting for a long time, and my legs are a little numb.

Zu'er looked left and right, his face a little puzzled.

Uncle, what about the "self-recommendation letter" you wrote on hemp paper?

Where are you hiding?

She didn't dare to ask... But there was a faint feeling in her heart.

After Chu Tianxiu swaggered away.

She quickly glanced at the latrine... Immediately ashamed and angry, he covered his eyes.

There are rules in Dachu, and the thatched house requires 'always having toilet chips, and must not lose the gap', and clearly stipulates: 'no words and paper'.

Even the palace uses toilet chips.

Uncle, you are really bold, and you are not afraid of being scolded to death by Confucian scholars and literati in the world.

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