Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

She painstakingly wrote a whole page of cement raw materials, preparations, and usage methods on the paper in the regular script popular in the Xia Dynasty.

Just as she picked up the paper, she couldn't help but show it off so that A Yishi could take a look.

"Look, what I wrote is good, how powerful is it?"

Jiang Sile smiled and handed the blank paper to A Yishi's hand, asking him to be the very honored first reader.

A Yishi was originally in the carriage with his eyes closed like Jiang Sile, but he was woken up by Jiang Sile. When he opened his eyes, he saw the white paper in front of him.

Although he didn't know why Jiang Sile gave him a blank piece of paper to look at.

However, for A Yishi, he has already experienced even the most mysterious things, and now he can face Jiang Sile's teasing calmly.

A Yishi didn't even frown, and asked calmly and dotingly: "What do you want me to see? Looking at you?"

His words made Jiang Sile laugh involuntarily, but he was still a little confused.

So, Jiang Sile continued to ask: "Look at what I wrote? Don't let sex drive you crazy..."

But Ayi took another look at the blank paper held by her white fingers, leaned back, and said a little more coolly: "What are you looking at? A blank piece of paper? Or is there some trick? ?Then I can’t see it?”

"Nothing at all?"

Jiang Sile took back his paper, only to find that all the original handwriting had been erased. It was more like being erased than erased.

The paper was still the same, and the wrinkles on it were the same because she was holding it.

But...it's just inexplicably not.

An idea popped into Jiang Sile's head, and she suddenly thought of her previous question.

Why has she traveled through time for more than a year, but she hasn't thought about creating something that doesn't exist in this world?
shouldn't be...

Logically speaking, Jiang Sile should do what he can do even if it is not for other people but for the convenience of his own life.

Like...soap?or……

Jiang Sile's thoughts were pouring out, grasping at the inspiration running through his mind.

toothbrush?Um, no, the original toothbrush is already here.

toilet?That thing doesn’t work very well either…

Doing hybrid rice and potatoes?This... she doesn't know how to do it either.

Engage in electricity, direct current and alternating current?Click on the technology tree?
Feel sorry……

She is really an art student! ! !

Please don’t embarrass art students! ! ! !
Jiang Sile leaned back against the waist pillow in frustration. She finally understood why she didn't do what a time traveler should do.

She is just a 'waste' who has received nine years of compulsory education.

After traveling through time, she really didn't expect to be on that level.

But now we have infinitely rechargeable mobile phones and the omnipotent Internet.

Theoretically, Jiang Sile should be able to make an atomic bomb with her hands, but in fact, if she can make a steam engine, she should thank her junior high school teacher.But what A Yi said just now poured cold water on her.

'Come on, this is another restriction that no one can see except me. '

After that, Jiang Sile also tried some other technology-related things on paper, but without exception, no one could see them except herself.

After confirming this matter, Jiang Sile started a new experiment.

If the technology side doesn’t work, what about other things?

So Jiang Sile caught Ayi and acted like a guinea pig, showing him the papers on which she had written various contents.

Fortunately, Ayi was not bored, but was happy to mess around with her like this.

Facts have proven that anything that would interfere with reality is unacceptable and cannot be seen.

Poems, music and music, novels and even foreign languages ​​are all fine.A Yi couldn't put it down when he saw it, and he didn't want to return the paper, praising it all the time.

Although Jiang Sile felt that he could not understand a few words based on his Chinese, he was very happy to see him so supportive.

After writing and writing, Jiang Sile discovered that some extremely special articles were not acceptable, such as "Das Kapital", "Declaration of Human Rights", etc. Even if it is a translation, after it is written, it will still be confused by the mysterious The rules are erased and turned into a blank sheet of paper again.

Jiang Sile discovered that one of the divisions is dynasty. It seems that the country is the content before the Republic of China. If it does not involve the technology tree and this reform idea, it can basically be written out for others to see.

But for example, a book with practical value such as "Compendium of Materia Medica" will not work.

The same is true for foreign books. Except for novels and poems, basically every book is bad. Jiang Sile can't even find a pattern.

Nietzsche is not good, Kant is not good, Rousseau is not good, and even when it is finally traced back to Plato, the unknowable mysterious existence seems to have finally opened up, allowing that half of "The Republic" to fall on it.

Jiang Sile looked at the pieces of paper in his hand with confusion, which were the beginning of "A Tale of Two Cities", the end of "Anna Karenina", and a small part of "Faust".There is another one, which contains a short excerpt from "Utopia" at the end.

But what's the use of this?

Because this book should be extant in Europe now. If I go overseas in the future, I might be able to find a printed or handwritten copy of "Utopia" in Europe someday.

And novels...

(Novel seems to be the most useless thing. In the eyes of others, it is just a pastime. Although excellent works can take you through the world and reach the world constructed by the author. Excellent works make people think deeply and subtly affect people's three views. . But for time-travelers, as long as they don’t take the route of cultural victory, it seems to be basically useless.)
Jiang Sile angrily crumpled the white paper that had just been filled with a whole page into a ball in his hands.

A Yishi saw her angry look and quickly comforted him: "If you can't see it, then you can't see it. You can tell me..."

At A Yishi's reminder, Jiang Sile suddenly cheered up, picked up his phone, and started reading the short paragraph of the "Communist Manifesto."

"A ghost..."

But facing Jiang Sile's serious face and his mouth that opened and closed, A Yishi looked confused.

Before he could speak, Jiang Sile knew that it was useless again.

She put down the mobile phone in her hand and picked up the paper again helplessly, thinking about a new way out.

But this time, Jiang Sile did not choose to copy the books, but chose to write them herself. She put down her mobile phone and began to use her understanding and memory to reinterpret the contents.

Yes, she planned to use her own understanding of those books that could not be written to write notes, thereby trying to see if she could escape the hidden rules.