The crowd suddenly burst into laughter, which fell into Lin Wan's ears like thorns.

Xi Hongrui glanced her up and down, and looked playful: "Oh, so that's the case, then according to the rules, please punish the princess with three glasses of wine~"

Lin Juan tried his best to remain calm, picked up three glasses of wine in succession, and drank them all.

She looked at her with a smile, raised her hand, and the drumming continued.

Soon, more and more people got the opportunity to show themselves and happily leave their inks.

But people soon found out that the one who smashed the pot always seemed to be Lin Juan.

After clicking three times, everyone finally realized that Niangniang was avenging her old revenge......

Looking at the first lady, but smiling silently, everyone lowered their heads in interest.

Anyway, dead friends don't die in poor ways, and with the daughter of the Lin family as the foundation, even if they make mistakes, they don't seem to be so ashamed.

Thank you, Pyro.

After Lin Juan took on everything alone, the poetry meeting ended smoothly.

Bai Li'er successfully selected ten winners, praised Hongrui, and asked someone to reward each of them with a jade pendant.

The others who participated in the composing of the poem also gave a flower.

It is not important whether the reward is precious or not, the important thing is that the meaning of this representation is too good, all the people who have won the award, kneel down and thank the grace of the mother.

The others who were lucky enough to escape the catastrophe breathed a sigh of relief, and it was finally over!

Everyone was happy, except Lin Juan.

Throwing away the pen, he suddenly fell on the desk and cried bitterly.

She had seen countless amazing poems, she knew countless things that the ancients could not imagine, the landscapes she had seen, the people here might not have imagined in their whole lives, she had just never studied in an ancient environment, why trample on her so much!

I don't know how long it took to cry before Lin Juan came back to his senses from his extreme shame.

Looking at the poems written for venting, I finally made a painful decision to tear the paper to shreds.

This is something that should not exist in this day and age......

After she calmed down, Ning Meng walked in and asked her if she wanted to eat something.

Lin Juan has already exhausted all his strength from everything at the banquet and everything in this era, and waved his hand, letting Ning Meng fill all these things on the ground into the stove.

Ning Meng was careful, quickly gathered the shredded paper into a pile, and turned to go out.

After she went out, there were more pieces of broken paper on Ning Lan's table.

Looking at this, each poem is enough to be passed down through the ages, Ning Lan's eyes narrowed slightly.

His wife is really shocking.

On the table of the raid Hongrui, there was a pile of intact paper, and the raid Hongrui flipped through one by one.

The heroine once said that their other women like to read a few poems of "Li Bai", which shocked the audience at the banquet, and then attracted a bunch of princes and sons to shout and chase after them wildly.

She didn't know who Li Bai was, and even if she knew, with her brain, she could memorize some idle nonsense, ancient poems or something, then she would be killed.

But it doesn't matter.

The heroine is like water in SpongeBob SquarePants, there will always be a squeeze.

Chapter 64: Do you see my sister's light?

Since the Youth Club, Lin Juan has completely closed himself up, locked himself in the house, and did not go out.

You don't have to think about it, when the banquet is over, how the ladies at the banquet will snicker at her shame when they go back.

Every time I think of that picture, it's like a nest of ants crawling on my body.

She didn't want to think about anything, she just wanted to think of herself as a snail, cowering in her shell, and not paying any more attention to the distractions outside.

Just when she was listless and gave up on herself, Ning Lan pushed the door and came in.

Lin Juan knew that he would definitely come to comfort her after knowing about that incident, but she didn't even want to see him now.

His comfort only made her feel more useless.

However, Ning Lan did not pity her and comfort her as she expected, but said to her very calmly: "Ah Xuan, I have already made the newspaper you mentioned before. ”

Lin Wan was stunned for a moment, whether it was the phrase "Ah Juan" or "newspaper", her attention was focused on Ning Lan's face.

Ning Lan just smiled calmly, stretched out his hand to her, and said softly: "That bookstore exists because of your improved printing and papermaking skills, can I name it Lin's Bookstore?" ”

"So that even after thousands of years, there will still be people who remember your name, and everyone will know what you have brought to the world."

"Ah Juan, do you know that you are different from any girl in this world, and your soul has a different color."

Lin Juan was stunned by his words.

I don't know how long it took, but I suddenly couldn't help crying bitterly, and threw myself into Ning Lan's arms.

Yes, her soul is unlike anyone here!

It was the world that confined her to this old feudal body and made her a humble and cowardly feudal woman.

But her soul still retains the color of the past!

Lin Juan cried loudly, and the depression and anger that had been in place for many days were swept away.

She remembered the "newspaper" that Ning Lan had just said.

That's right, that's what she gave Ning Lan before.

As one of the several sharp weapons of book wearers, every woman who travels back to ancient times has to make a newspaper.

In those Mary Sues, it seems that no matter what, as long as the woman takes the initiative to do it, she can do it.

Just think of a newspaper idea, and everyone starts to be amazed, wow, what a novelty! I haven't seen it!

But is there any mistake about what is a difficult idea of a newspaper, and the ancients were stupid, and they couldn't think of it.

What really makes newspapers impossible is that technology can't keep up!

The current social state of Daqi is infinitely close to that of the Northern Song Dynasty, with a highly developed commodity economy and a very high level of science and technology.

For example, the four great inventions, printing, papermaking, gunpowder, and so on, all of them have them, and they have crushed all the countries in the world at that time.

But science and technology are constantly improving, and modern science and technology that benefits everyone is completely different from that primitive state.

Just like the movable type printing technology has appeared in Daqi now, it will definitely be a milestone benchmark written into textbooks in later generations, but in the current world, this technology is actually very chicken.

Although movable type printing can be retypeset and is very flexible, it is not a hassle.

The traditional engraving printing technique is relatively waste, but if it is engraved once, it can be printed all the time, and it can also be accompanied by pictures.

The drawings printed by the engraving are all illustrated and illustrated, and there will not be protruding characters like the letterpress.

Books were "luxury goods" in ancient times, and the poor could not afford them, and those who could store them were all rich people.

People's book collections are for family heirlooms, and all aspects need to be carefully appreciated, so how can they choose letterpress books that often have problems.

Only when there is a market can there be a way to live, so although the idea of movable type printing shocked later generations, it can only become an auxiliary in the present world.

Newspapers, which are extremely flexible in writing, require movable type printing technology that can be flexibly typeset.

What really brought large-scale movable type printing to the stage of history was the invention of the Gutenberg printing press by a German named Johann Gutenberg.

He made two outstanding innovations in printing, one was to replace ink with ink, and the other was to replace wooden blocks with lead-tin alloy blocks, and he made a set of printing presses that could work in an assembly line.

Since then, thanks to the innovation of printing, the book industry has taken off directly.

This is the breeding ground for the birth of newspapers, not just those who want to make newspapers.

Lin Juan likes to delve into these things very much, so printing is the gentlest and most helpful thing she thinks can provide to Ning Lan.

In ancient times, a woman holding this kind of thing was tantamount to a child holding gold in the city.

Luckily, she met a man who was different.

Snuggled in Ning Lan's arms, the soul that had been suppressed was finally released.

Thank you for meeting you in this barren era.

Ning Lan looked at Lin Xuan, who was lying on his lap and crying bitterly, and gently stretched out his big hand and stroked her head.

What kind of miraculous creature is his wife?

Immortal? Monster? Or is it something else that is unimaginable?

For the first time, he encountered something completely beyond his imagination, and a wonderful feeling arose in his heart.

But it doesn't matter, none of that matters.

After all, his wife, as a wife, really never goes out of line.

Since she had always been his wife, why did he care who she was?

As long as it works for him all the time, it's fine, hehe.

……

Because of the birth of the newspaper, Lin Juan's heart finally regained its vitality.

The day before the opening of "Lin's Bookstore", Lin Juan and Ning Lan came to the store together.

Looking at the neat books on the bookcase and the fresh newspapers that smelled of ink, Lin Wan showed some smiles after a long absence.

She can already imagine what future generations will say about her.

In the real tide of history, whether it is a favorite concubine or a talented woman, it is a bright color decorated by the patriarchal society.

She may not be talked about as much as they are, but when they open the history books, someone will always notice this "Mrs. Lin" who has been left in the corner.

No wonder so many people want to go down in history, a name can be remembered for thousands of years, how is it not a kind of glory.

Lin Xuan, who was greatly satisfied, looked at Ning Lan with a smile: "As soon as the newspaper is on the market, it will be the first to take the lead, Lord Shizi, have you figured out how to build momentum?" ”

Ning Lan smiled: "Madam, don't worry, I have already discussed it with my father-in-law." ”

Hearing the word "father-in-law", Lin Juan's smile retracted: "You mean my father?" ”