Traveling through the ages, I relied on the sign-in system to become a boss!

Pomegranate finally chose to stay in the mainland. However, with Shenlong Dimension, she could go to Hong Kong City at any time to be free and unrestrained, until one day...

Zhou Hong, who was only eight years old, looked at his biological mother in this life and said, "Should I call you mother, or should I call you apprentice?"

Pomegranate was stunned. What was going on? Her son had no memory. Why...

Zhou Pan said calmly: "Dabao should have inherited the Zhou family's space. Look, the space is one-third smaller, especially since the ocean area is shrinking rapidly."

Shiliu has been busy upgrading her level 6 embroidery recently, and she hasn't been in space for a long time. After hearing Zhou Pan's words, she realized that the island space is really much smaller.

In the past, the sea was endless, but now it is only a thousand meters away from the coast! As for the area of ​​the island, it was cut in half, and most of the planted things disappeared. Fortunately, the villa is still there.

Prince Fengming in the previous life, Zhou Hong in this life looked at the confused mother in this life with some speechlessness. Shouldn't she be worried about her own son? And his biological father was also a wife slave. He was really speechless. .

Although Shiliu knew early on that the Shenlong space would separate its mother and son, she did not expect that after the subspace was separated, the impact would be so great: "System, what's going on? Didn't you say that the subsystem will not affect the mother space? Well?"

[Host, these are inevitable. The mother space is originally so big, and the space stripped away by the sub-space has grown over thousands of years]

Shiliu felt that she had been deceived by the system, which was clearly Chunqiu's writing style. Unfortunately, she didn't understand it at first and was cheated by the system in vain.

In fact, it's quite normal to think about it. If it weren't for stripping off the original large space of the mother space, where would the subspace come from? It was just a small calculation by the system, which made her feel a little unhappy.

Zhou Pan hurriedly patted Pomegranate on the back reassuringly: "You don't like farming, and an island like this is enough for us to grow." And with the existence of time artifacts like treasure gourds, even if you want to grow food, you can do it. Set aside a piece of land specifically for it.

Pomegranate also knows her own virtues. Even though she seems to like farming very much, she is just talking about it. The land on the island is mostly taken care of by Zhou Pan, and she can only pick a fruit by herself.

"Forget it, I will give it to Dabao."

After saying this, Shiliu suddenly realized that her Dabao said that she had recovered the memory of her previous life!
Pomegranate stiffly turned her head to her son: "..."

Zhou Pan looked at the stern-faced eldest son, twitched the corners of his mouth, suddenly covered his eldest son's face with his big hands, and twisted his face fiercely.

"I don't care what you did in your last life. In this life, your mother worked so hard to conceive you for ten months. If you dare to be unfilial, you are shaking the world!"

Zhou Hong was actually just being naughty. He did restore Prince Fengming's memories, but these memories were more like a bystander to him. He didn't expect that he was just being naughty, but ended up being beaten. He had never been beaten before— —

For a moment, Zhou Hong's nose turned red in grievance. Why didn't he just pretend to be serious: "Wow, wow - Mom, daddy hit me!"

Zhou Pan was so angry that he waved his bamboo pole. He knew that this boy was dishonest and was only pretending to be affectionate.

Pomegranate looked up at the sky and said, "Oh, now you know you can call me mother. Who wanted to call me disciple before?"

Zhou Hong didn't expect that his mother would leave him alone, but when he thought of his embarrassing words before, he shrank in fear. Zhou Hong's intestines were so regretful now that he had forgotten that his father was a wife slave, and why couldn't he think of joking with his mother.

Shiliu looked at her son's bun-shaped face and held back a smile. Her eldest son had been claiming to have grown up since he entered elementary school. He rarely looked so blushing and ashamed. At first glance, this made Shiliu feel nostalgic.

"Dabao? Honghong? Why don't you speak? Master?"

Zhou Hong said with a painful look on his face: "Mom, I was wrong. Can you stop calling me Honghong?"

Of course Shiliu knew that the nickname Honghong had some ambiguity, but who could make this kid itchy: "Okay, stop pretending, kid."

Even though Zhou Pan seems to be looking down on his sons all day long, he is actually the only one in the family who loves his children. However, his way of loving his children is more restrained and has a standard image of a strict father, so Shiliu doesn't believe that Zhou Pan would be willing to beat him hard. Son, the most you can do is scare the other person.

When Zhou Hong saw that his mother was unmoved, he immediately stopped howling, ran to his mother in a hurry, and said, "Mom, I heard that you are planning to write a biography of my past life. Do you want your son to help me with this?" Staff officer?"

Shiliu felt a headache when she looked at her quirky son. This boy had not been a worry-free person since he was a child. However, he was very smart and people were always reluctant to deal with him. But she couldn't figure it out. Prince Fengming gave her a very old-fashioned feeling. Why did her son let himself go so freely?

Zhou Pan looked at Shiliu's unspeakable expression and wanted to laugh. Even if they were the same soul, Prince Fengming and Zhou Hong had different experiences in their past and present lives, so their personalities would naturally be different.

As the Prince of the East Palace, Prince Fengming would have been eaten alive by the other princes if he had not matured prematurely. To put it bluntly, places like the palace do not allow him to be naive. Although his son Zhou Hong is also naturally smart in this life, he grew up in a loving family and is a real child. He has the capital to enjoy his own childhood.

Zhou Pan touched his son's little head and asked with concern: "I have so many more memories all at once, doesn't my head hurt?"

"I did have a headache at first, but it got better soon. I think it was the space that was helping me."

Zhou Hong felt so happy when he thought about the space he had just acquired. If he hadn't been thinking about the memory of Prince Fengming, he would have wanted to go into the space and take a look. He had been coveting his parents' space all morning.

Seeing her son's eagerness to give it a try, Pomegranate felt a headache: "Be honest, the space matter is of great importance. The more others discover it, there will be a steady stream of trouble, so no one can say anything about it."

Although Zhou Hong was a little jumpy, after inheriting the memory of Prince Fengming, his mind has obviously sharpened, and he naturally knows the risks in opportunities.

So, Zhou Hong nodded very obediently: "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely keep the secret."

Seeing that her son had nothing else to do, Shiliu took out "Prince Fengming" to show her son what else was inappropriate.

This was the first time Zhou Hong saw "Prince Fengming" written by his mother. To be honest, it felt weird. He knew very well that Prince Fengming was his previous life, but he didn't agree much with Prince Fengming. In his It seems that Prince Fengming is a tragic figure, nothing more.

However, "Prince Fengming" written by his mother showed him an unknown Prince Fengming. There were many things in it that were not in Prince Fengming's memory. However, based on clues, it turned out that there were eight out of ten things that happened. Nine are true. Zhou Hong, who inherited the memory of Prince Fengming, directly improved his literary talent, so he simply read and revised...

A month later, Zhou Hong took "Prince Fengming" and told Shiliu that it could finally be published——

Xue Tao Jian is a paper made by Xue Tao, a famous prostitute in the Tang Dynasty. It is also known as "Huanhua Jian", "Songhua Jian" and "Reduced Sample Jian". Li Shangyin once wrote a poem: "The paper is peach-blossom colored, so I write poems about it and chant it with jade hooks."

Shiliu put down the Hu pen in her hand, and she couldn't help but sigh for the talented woman Xue Tao who once fell into the dust.

According to records, Xue Tao lived in Chengdu after losing his citizenship and met his last lover Yuan Zhen. Unfortunately, this talented man was more passionate than ruthless. He left a "wait for me" before leaving and never came back.

Xue Tao, who had been entangled with literati for half his life, finally got tired of love while watching the sunrise and sunset, and devoted all his passion to making paper.

Xue Tao Jian is made of "the water of Huanhua Stream, the skin of hibiscus and the juice of hibiscus flowers". The natural environment in Shenlong Space is superior. All the streams on the island can reach the quality of Huanhua Stream water. As for the cultivation of hibiscus on the island, There are not many, but fortunately it is enough. After all, Shiliu prefers Chengxintang paper to Xue Taojian.

When it comes to Chengxintang paper, we have to talk about the Emperor Li Yu of the Southern Tang Dynasty. Although this guy was a subjugated king, we have to say that like Weizong of the Song Dynasty, he was an artist with a little bit of skill.

It is said that Emperor Li Yu of the Southern Tang Dynasty felt that the famous Shu paper at that time could not be preserved for a long time. In order to make the products he had in mind, he spent a lot of money to select domestic masters, gathered in the capital, and opened a paper mill.

In order to make good paper, he went to the temple every day to observe, and even took off his yellow robe and put on papermaking clothes to fish and bake paper with them. Every time he made a batch, he tried it out personally and pondered it over and over again in order to improve...

The emperor's intervention was naturally extraordinary, and the paper immediately became a treasure among rice paper. If it were other ordinary businessmen, they would not make any progress in a year and a half, let alone create famous paper that will be handed down from generation to generation.

As an imperial product, Chengxintang paper has never been released. It was not until the fall of the Southern Tang Dynasty that all the palace belongings were moved to the Song Dynasty palace. Zhao Kuangyin did not like this kind of paper, so it was spread.

Although Chengxintang paper was released and amazed everyone, it was rare in quantity and hard to find.

In fact, Pomegranate was a little unimpressed at first, but after getting the manufacturing method and officially starting work, Pomegranate realized the difficulties. If you want to make Chengxintang paper, you must have superb skills.

She had most of the raw materials for making Chengxintang paper, otherwise... Thinking of the piles of failed products, Pomegranate's face twisted, and the landlord's family didn't have any leftover food——

Pomegranate, who had nothing to do, also talked about Xiaozhuan, official script and regular script. Now she can pat her chest without humility and say that if one day she accidentally arrives in ancient times, she can also rely on this to support herself. After all, ancient scholars really didn't many.

Looking at the books printed on Chengxintang paper behind her, Pomegranate grinned happily. She was now richer than those great writers in ancient times.

I recall that Liu Chang, the prefect of Yangzhou in the Northern Song Dynasty, got hundreds of Chengxintang papers. He wrote excitedly: "At that time, one piece sold for a hundred gold, and there were tens of millions of scrolls in Chengxintang." He also gave 10 pieces to his friend Ouyang Xiu. The great writer Ouyang Xiu repeatedly exclaimed: "Where did you find this paper? There are hundreds of them, pure, hard, translucent and greasy." Although he only had 10 pieces, he still gave two to Mei Yaochen. Mei Yaochen also sighed: "The Li family in Jiangnan has a national day, hundreds of pieces." Not a single piece of gold is allowed on the market.”

A piece of Chengxintang paper was given back and forth like a treasure. Even Dong Qichang, a calligrapher of the Ming Dynasty who was highly respected by Kangxi, said after receiving the Chengxintang paper, "I don't dare to write on this paper." His behavior was quite a nouveau riche. a feeling of.

Pomegranate lowered her head in shame, but this feeling is great, hehe——

The proud Pomegranate stamped her foot and was about to open a big one when she heard her best friend calling her from outside.

"Zhou Honghong, you better have something important to do!"

Shiliu doesn't want to see her son now. She first divided her space, and just divide it. Anyway, the inevitable result of the parent-child space, but this brat was not satisfied and came to her space to plunder again!
Oh, many of the treasures obtained from signing in at Fengming Hall were all taken away by Zhou Hong, a brat who pretended that these things were left over from his previous life and should belong to him.

brazen! Pomegranate now fully agrees with the general public's evaluation of the royal family and nobles. She is so thin-skinned that she is embarrassed to say that she is a royal family. If the prince of a country is too thin-skinned, then he has no chance of sitting on the throne. Obviously her son has learned the lessons of his failure in his previous life and used this thick-skinnedness on his mother.

Shiliu sighed helplessly, and said in a better tone: "Forget it, your boy has taken a fancy to something again this time. Let's agree first. Many things must be divided equally among your brothers. You can't just rely on the space. Just want everything.”

Zhou Hong was stunned for a moment. After inheriting the memory of Prince Fengming, although he did not change on the surface, he knew very well that he had deliberately created it. Some things had changed after all -

Thinking of his parents' doting on him, Zhou Hong's eyes turned red and tears almost flowed down. Everything about his past life slowly faded away from his eyes.

Shiliu silently wiped her eldest son's tears, feeling relieved. The couple really didn't take their past life memories seriously at first, but only after being reminded by several other masters who had not been reincarnated, they discovered something was wrong.

The couple really didn't expect that Prince Fengming's memories of his previous life would be filled with obsessions. If he didn't mess with it, her eldest son would become "obsessed".

After a while, Zhou Hong realized what stupid thing he had done, and his face turned red. He had just cried like his second brother, the crybaby!

Looking at her son's wrinkled little face, Pomegranate smiled unscrupulously: "Since you don't choose, then forget it."

Zhou Hong immediately regretted hearing this. Although he didn't come here to get good things, there were a lot of good things in his mother's private treasury. It would be a pity to miss this opportunity.

"I came here this time to tell my mother that your biography "Prince Fengming" is very popular. The teachers in our school are discussing the story in private. Many of them say that it is too real. Just like Fengming The prince himself wrote the same thing.”

Hearing this, the corner of Shiliu's mouth twitched. Although it was not written by Prince Fengming himself, it was almost the same. After all, the people involved in the narration were all the people involved. But why did the teachers in the school like to read this book?

Zhou Hong said with a proud look on his face: "I recommended it to our history teacher, and then the history teacher recommended it to other teachers. As a result, everyone became addicted to reading it. Of course, it is mainly because of your brilliant literary talent and the writing is really good. ”

Pomegranate smiled happily, not forgetting that she revised it over and over again, and the final result was indeed good.

After many years of hard work being welcomed, Pomegranate squinted her eyes in comfort. She discovered that she actually liked writing. Well, the days will get better and better in the future - (End of this chapter)