Shen Liang really read from the history books that the bedroom where the Qing Dynasty Empress Dowager Cixi lived was very shabby, shabby and rotten, and it was really better than the rich man in the south of the Yangtze River.

And there are a lot of rules in the palace, the last emperor of the Qing Dynasty, Pu Yi, was hungry and had a stomach problem, or when he was in the labor reform, Pu Yi's stomach disease was relieved, I have to say that it is a very ironic thing.

"If the conditions are just bad, it's just that, what's even more terrible is the power struggle in the harem, the ancestral training of the Great Zhou Dynasty is that the harem is not allowed to interfere in politics, but sometimes you don't want to participate, others will also let you participate, the situation is pressing, in that place, you can't help yourself."

Shen Liang sighed helplessly, not optimistic about Jiafu at all.

But he still can't get out, who made Jia Yuanchun his own sister, Jia Yu is his own uncle, Wang Xifeng is the daughter-in-law of his uncle's family, and Jia Zhen is his brother......

It can be said that these people are inextricably linked to him, and whoever has a problem will implicate him.

Unless Jia Fu removes him from the genealogy!

"Baoyu."

The attacker touched Shen Liang's face emotionally, looking at his sad face, his heart hurt, his motherhood was furious, and he gently soothed his injured little heart: "Baoyu, don't be like this, what you said is a dream after all, it can't be true, I heard the old man say that the dreams he had before were all fake, and the dreams he had after Zishi were also fake." ”

Shen Liang held his forehead helplessly: "Isn't that all fake?" ”

The attacker hesitated for a moment, and whispered a few words in Shen Liang's ear.

When Shen Liang heard this, he relapsed and said in surprise: "Really?!" ”

"Hmm."

The attacker's face was full of shyness, and he slowly slid down and got into the bed.

Shen Liang grabbed the quilt with both hands, and the expression on his face began to become exciting, sometimes frowning, sometimes stretching, and his snort was also heavy and light.

The toes curled up in the quilt curled inward, shaking slightly, as if trying to endure.

Finally, Shen Liang let out a long breath, a turbid breath.

Babbling.

The beautiful woman came out of the bed, her little mouth bulging, like a squirrel stealing food.

Seeing Shen Liang's satisfied look, the attacker lay on the side of the bed, spat hard, and retched a little.

Shen Liang patted her on the back and said with a smile: "Why did you vomit, they are all good things, beauty and beauty, and they can also delay aging." ”

The attacker's face was full of suspicion, his little finger rubbed a little at his mouth, handed it to Shen Liang, and said shyly: "I don't believe it, unless you eat it." ”

"Scared! You let me kill my own children and grandchildren, you are so bad! ”

Shen Liang smiled, dodging the attacker's forced feeding.

The attacker was not Shen Liang's opponent, and wiped his fingers clean with disgust, "Don't want me to be like this in the future, I'm disgusting!" ”

Shen Liang hugged the attacker and told the lingering love words, at this time, the attacker was a girl who was in love for the first time, and the bird was still a person.

The delicate skin and delicate expression made Shen Liang very satisfied.

Such a beautiful and capable little beauty, it is difficult to find with a lantern, but she is desperate for herself, and her biggest wish is to be her aunt.

Name: Liang Shen

Height: 154cm

Charisma: 7 (5 for normal people)

Constitution: 11 (10 for normal adult men) Mortal Constitution (1st Order).

Current Partner: Hua Ruizhu (65 favorability), Qingwen (85 favorability)

【Peach Flower: First Intermediate (40/300)】

【Hibiscus Flower: First Intermediate (110/300)】

Skills: [Shenxing Taibao], [Xiao Sa's Camera Memory]

It's hot inside, and it's hot outside.

Although it is still a cold winter, the heat in the printing room is terrifying, the four large braziers are burning with blazing charcoal fires, Lao Mo and Gao Qisheng are shirtless, and beads of sweat are rolling on their backs.

The skin is a little red from steaming due to the high temperature, like prawns in a steamer.

Printers are also a hard job, because the temperature is cold in winter, in order to prevent the ink from freezing and solidifying, it is necessary to maintain the temperature in the printing room, and the higher the temperature, the better, so as to maintain the activity of the ink, and at the same time make the ink dry faster.

The master and apprentice brushed ink on the typeset type, then took the white paper and buckled it on it, and gently brushed it with a brush.

Printing is a technical job, the light handwriting is blurred, it is not clear, the heavy ink is mixed together, it becomes a black ball, and the slow ink soaks the paper and makes it dirty; Soon, the ink has not yet adhered to the paper, and even the strokes will break and not be continuous.

Shen Liang's request was to print 100,000 copies, but Ruth had to go step by step, and she had to eat a mouthful.

After the first batch of pages was printed, Shen Liang also got up from the backyard and walked in.

I have to say that Lao Mo's printing technology is indeed excellent.

The handwriting on the pages is clear, the ink is evenly proportioned, and there are no ink spots, smudging, or broken paper.

Shen Liang was very satisfied, and said: "Jia Yun, take 500 Wen and give it to Lao Mo and Gao Qisheng, half of each person!" ”

With money as the driving force, Lao Mo and Gao Qisheng worked more energetically, as if they were injected with new vitality.

After watching it for a while, Shen Liang felt bored.

Printing work is inherently simple, repetitive, and boring, and people are like machines, brushing ink over and over again, brushing paper over and over again, and then taking it off to dry.

Shen Liang and Jia Yun left the workshop, Jia Yun followed step by step and lagged behind Shen Liang by half a position, he is now Shen Liang's most loyal dogleg.

"How's the storyteller you were looking for?"

Jia Yun's slender eyes blinked, and said, "Second master, I have already arranged the errand you assigned, just on the piece of land on the overpass, one hundred yuan, and I spent one or two silver." ”

Shen Liang smacked his mouth and said, "Let's go over and see the effect, we can't bet all the treasures on Zhuang Yuanlang." ”

Jia Yun hurriedly called Hua'an, prepared the carriage, and the three of them rushed to the overpass in a carriage.

Before he arrived at the overpass, Hua An said: "Second master, I'm afraid we have to get out of the car, there are too many people in front, and the road is blocked!" ”

Jia Yun lifted the curtain and said, "Why is it blocked?" ”

Hua An jumped out of the carriage, "I'll go ahead and explore the way." ”

Hua An's body was strong, like an awl, riding the wind and waves, getting into the crowd, and after a while, he came out again, and said excitedly: "Second master, this group of people is listening to the storytelling of the story, it seems to be "Journey to the West". ”

Shen Liang couldn't sit still, standing on the wheel and looking inside, but unfortunately the black pressure in front of him was full of human heads, and the distance was long, so he couldn't hear what was being said inside.

In that scene, the red flag was displayed, and there was a sea of people.

On both sides of the street, there were still people from the Five Cities Terracotta Division maintaining order, but the junior sergeants of the Terracotta Division were also crowded in front to join in the fun.

Mr. Storyteller is a small man, with a bright brain, a rich person, a round face like a leather ball, and a little fat man's slender eyes, which are shiny and shiny, and he is a human spirit at first glance.

The only drawback is that the person is short, only 1.5 meters, and his skin is a little dark.

I only heard him say: "Storytelling, singing, and persuading people, the three avenues go to the center." Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life. ”

He held a folding fan in his hand, opened it with a "boom-" and said in a loud voice: "Last time, we said that the Monkey King got the name given by the Bodhi Patriarch, and his surname was Sun Wukong, and this Sun Wukong had a name, and he was happy......

The little black fat man is small, his voice is not low, and his penetrating power is extremely strong, and a meat horn can suppress the hundreds of people present.

And his voice is so magnetic that people can't help but quiet down and immerse themselves in his sound world.