After transmigrating into a stepmother, I transformed my whole family to work on farming

Chapter 80 Burning Books
Qin Yao closed the book and felt dazed for a moment.

The courtyard wall of the house in front of her slowly collapsed, revealing a wider world, slowly unfolding before her eyes.

The book may be a fictional history, but no matter how it is edited, in this male-dominated society, no one will write out the separation of powers between the emperor and the empress, the empress almost became the king on her own, and the princess wants to be the empress dowager.

Who is the author who wrote this book?
Qin Yao reopened the novel, only leaving the word "Anonymous" at the end.

In fact, there have been stories about the emperor and the empress' family that have been circulating among the people. What was said in the teahouse was that the emperor and the empress had a deep relationship, and there was only one empress in the palace.

The people who were discussing were only the emperor and his two princes. They said that the emperor came from a poor background and hated corrupt officials the most.

But I have never heard anyone mention what kind of person the Queen is and what contributions she has made to Shengguo.

Qin Yao recalled all kinds of information she received during this period. In fact, compared with the previous dynasty, the restrictions on women are much looser. Women can be seen traveling on the streets of the county town, and there are also women in street vendors.

Shop owners can also see many women, and even Miss Ding's study can be filled with various unofficial novels.

So in the new generation, restrictions on women have become looser.

These clues are all connected together, giving Qin Yao a feeling that the status of women is being quietly improved.

Perhaps, in the upper class that they can't see, there are powerful people of the same sex who have power and are fighting for their rights.

Thinking of this, Qin Yao couldn't help being a little excited.

After all, she couldn't go back, so she naturally hoped that there would be less and less restrictions on women.

As for farming, Qin Yao now has a new idea - she wants to change her destiny through reading!

But it was not her who was studying, but Liu Ji.

He has a certain foundation and is an adult, so there is no need to worry about his life or death.

After getting along with each other for this period of time, Qin Yao found that although Liu Ji was a lazy person, he still had a bright mind and was especially aware of current affairs.

In the past, no one could hold him down. He spent three days fishing and two days drying nets, but she was someone who had experienced "three years of college entrance examination and five years of simulation."

She didn't have high expectations for Liu Ji, it was enough to be promoted.

One more point, press your head to study, read to death, and take the exam for the head office of a scholar, right?
To be exempted from taxes and corvee is considered a contribution to the family.

In addition, he is shameless and has a good face, throwing it out to socialize might have a miraculous effect.

If you can get a small clerical job like a clerk in the county town, it will be a class leap.

This trip to Ding Mansion made Qin Yao understand that if she wants to have a better life, she must follow the rules of this society.

As long as you have the fame and fame, you can live a leisurely life like Master Ding, where someone gives you money and land, and you don't have to go to the land yourself.

In her previous life, she fought and killed, but in this life, Qin Yao just wants to enjoy life more.

It's just that this standard of living is a little higher than that of ordinary people in Shengguo.

Qin Yao thought well and planned to end her bodyguard trip and lay her head down when she got home to let Liu Ji start reading again, but she still sighed unhappily.

It would be great if she could take the imperial examination, fame and wealth are all her own!

It's a pity, it can only be a pity...

Miss Ding walked around the courtyard seven or eight times. She felt that the time was almost up, so she trotted into the study excitedly.

"Miss Qin, have you finished watching?"

Qin Yao nodded, put the book in her hand on the case table, and reminded the girl in front of her, "I've read all the content, I suggest burning it."

Miss Ding's face changed, "Is it so serious?"

Qin Yao nodded. In future generations, it would definitely be fine. However, the imperial power here is supreme and the social system is strictly hierarchical. The storytellers in the teahouse only dare to say good things about the emperor, so they are still cautious.

And if the content of this book is misunderstood as belittling the emperor, it will be troublesome.

So Qin Yao's suggestion is to burn it.

"I can tell Miss the contents of this book in a while, but I think it's better to burn the book first. I'm not afraid of [-], just in case. Both the master and the young master will go into official careers in the future, and such books are prone to accidents if they are left at home. .”

Seeing Qin Yao's serious expression, Miss Ding also thought, "Do you really want to have a fever?"

Seeing that she was reluctant, Qin Yao suggested that she open the book and read it by herself, "I'll go outside to help you watch the wind."

As Qin Yao was about to go out, Miss Ding quickly stopped her and said with some fear: "I don't dare to look."

If she hasn't seen it, she won't be exposed in her words and deeds in the future.

But if she saw it, she couldn't guarantee that she would accidentally show her feet in the future, as her father was so shrewd, he would definitely find out.

"Don't be afraid, it's not a big deal, it's just that people who read it are different, and there will be deviations in understanding."

Qin Yao gave her a shallow smile, went out and stood on the porch.

Miss Ding hesitated for less than two seconds, but curiosity still prevailed. She sat down before the case and opened the script.

The content of the story is not long, only [-] to [-] words, and Qin Yao finished reading it in half an hour.

But in the study, Miss Ding stayed all afternoon and didn't come out until it was time for dinner.

After dinner, the first thing she did was to come to Qin Yao and ask her to help burn the books.

But before burning it, he said reluctantly: "It's the first time I see such a wonderful book, if it doesn't talk about saints, it would be great."

Qin Yao understood how she felt, "In the past, the protagonists were all men, but it is indeed rare to see women as the protagonists."

Miss Ding smiled mischievously, "But I wrote down all the content, but I don't know if my brother has read the content in the book."

Qin Yao guessed, "I probably haven't seen it, otherwise I wouldn't have given it to you, Miss."

With Young Master Ding's temperament, if he finds out that the contents of the book are so exciting, he might burn it immediately.

In spite of everything, the book still has to be burned.

Qin Yao came to the empty space in the backyard, lit a pile of leaves, threw the books in, and burned them out in a while.

In order not to leave traces, it was burned again to ensure that not a single piece of paper was left behind.

Then he clapped his hands and prepared to go back home to rest.

It was already dark, Qin Yao went in through the corner door, Zhang Ba opened the door for her, saw her come in, closed the door and fixed the bolt, and went into the small ear room by the door to rest.

The entire inner courtyard was so quiet that there was no sound, and the lights in Miss Ding's room were all turned off.

It's too early to go to bed.Qin Yao stretched herself, lying in her single room, looking at the hazy moonlight outside the small window, not feeling sleepy at all.

Outside Ding's house is a large field of farmland. There are bursts of frog sounds in the field, which feels a bit like white noise. Qin Yao squinted her eyes and gradually started to feel sleepy.

A soft "click" sound came from the back of the house.

Qin Yao opened her eyes and sat up from the bed reflexively, her hand falling on the long knife on the table beside the bed.

Listening intently, someone was outside the courtyard, rustling, as if trying to put something on the wall.

(End of this chapter)