The Reborn Wife is Farming

It was the first time that the people of Daqi knew that the high officials respected women so much. It was justifiable for the emperor to write a congratulatory message. After all, the Holy Majesty always respected the empress and empress, and it was nothing to write a congratulatory message for Prince Rong's sake.

But I didn't expect so many officials below to write congratulatory messages. Ironically, there was also a congratulatory message from the head of the Zhu family.

Could it be that Prince Rong came to the door with a big knife to persecute him?

The common people were even more curious about this, gossip about whether there was anything unusual in the capital in the days before Wenxiu News was published.

Some foreigners didn't understand, and asked in half-baked Chinese: "Why is it Prince Rong? Didn't it say that this is a woman's newspaper? Could it be that Prince Rong is a woman?"

All the people in the teahouse looked at the people who made the noise with contempt, and saw that they were facing the faces of Westerners, so they forgave their ignorance. The humorous person pointed to the Xixia businessman who came to do business and said: "Lian Xixia Everyone knows the reason. The prince of our Daqi respects women the most. What the princess thought of, he must have thought of it first. Huohai will also go to do it, this Wenxiu newspaper is run by the princess, don't our lords have to work hard?"

The Westerner suddenly realized, and said enviously, "This prince and concubine have such a good relationship."

The accused Xixia businessman almost spit out the tea in his mouth, and shouted: "Obviously he is afraid of internal affairs. What do you say to respect women? I think Prince Rong is a bloodless man, otherwise he will be suppressed by a woman?"

As soon as this remark came out, the people of Daqi in the teahouse were excited. Although Qi Haoran was afraid of internal affairs, he was the god of war in Daqi. , They may still be living in the chaos of war.

They themselves made fun of the prince because he was afraid of internal affairs, so why should a group of Xixia people despise their prince?

It was still that humorous person who stretched out his hand to stop the Daqi people who were about to shake their fists, looked at Xixia people with a smile and said: "When our prince is not very bloody, he can press you Xixia to fight, and when he is bloody, he will give Dajin Extinct, so you better hope that our prince will not stir up blood!"

"Well said," someone slapped the table and said, "What do a group of savages know? Our prince respects women. Is it bloody to beat a woman and yell at her mother-in-law? That's cowardice!"

"That makes sense!"

Mrs. Lin grabbed her daughter by the ear and dragged her back to the box, and said in a low voice, "If you mess around again, I won't take you out next time."

Miss Lin shrank her neck and said in a low voice: "Mother, am I complaining for the prince and concubine?"

"You don't need to complain, there are so many people in the teahouse, how can you let a few Xixia barbarians bully you?"

Miss Lin pouted and said in a low voice: "Then people can't let people talk about the prince like this, and the court doesn't care about it..."

Madam Lin frowned slightly, and said with a cold face: "What do you know? This is great wisdom. Ordinary people and even the emperor can discuss freely. Prince Rong is just a prince, so why can't he discuss it?"

Miss Lin felt her mother's displeasure, she shrank her neck and dared not speak, but her mouth was clearly dissatisfied.

Mrs. Lin glanced at the noisy crowd below, got up and said, "Let's go, let's go back to the hall to have a look."

What should be read has already been read, today is the day when the newspaper is released, and there are many things waiting for them to be busy.

When the mother and daughter returned to the newspaper office, other people also came back one after another after lunch, all talking about outsiders' opinions on Wenxiu Daily, and they were very excited.

Mu Yangling stood in front of the window and looked at it for a while, then turned to Xiao Xia and Lu Jingshu and said, "We have won this first battle. Tomorrow, the Times will publish three new newspapers. As long as our results can maintain today's A quarter of that, we are considered successful."

Lu Jingshu frowned and said: "Your Majesty is too pessimistic. Our printing volume today is not as small as the same period."

"It's just for a while," Mu Yangling said, "Today's excitement is due to everyone's curiosity, and the support of many women, and thirdly," Mu Yangling raised the newspaper and said, "I'm afraid it's because of the people behind me. It’s not easy to get congratulatory speeches from so many celebrities at once, so far only Wenxiu Newspaper.”

Lu Jingshu also smiled, "That's right, there is also the emperor's inscription on it, ma'am, where do we want to hang the emperor's congratulatory message?"

This is the calligraphy of the founding emperor of Daqi. With this alone, Wenxiu Newspaper can continue to run, unless there is an emperor who disregards his ancestors in the future.

Mu Yangling waved his hand and said, "Frame all the inscriptions you received and hang them in the newspaper office. The emperor's ones are hung in the middle, so that people can see them as soon as they come in."

Lu Jingshu agreed happily, and seeing Xiao Xia enjoying herself, she couldn't help but smile when she thought about the origin of these congratulatory words.

Naturally, it is impossible for Qi Haoran to compel people to write these congratulatory messages with a knife. Except for the emperor, Fan Zijin and Rongxuan Yandu's four paintings were requested by Mu Yangling himself, and the others were all wives and old ladies who forced their relatives or My son wrote it and sent it.

As for Qi Haoran's picture, he wrote it on his own initiative.

A joke, my wife went to beg someone else's calligraphy, there is no reason not to use him, his handwriting is not impossible, his identity is also there, and he really respects Mu Yangling from the bottom of his heart, so he wrote this calligraphy in one go, Even Qi Xiuyuan praised, "This handwriting is better than Zijin's."

There is no way, Fan Zijin wrote this picture of praising women too much against his will, and paused for a few moments in thinking.

Fan Zijin was not at all ashamed about this, and said: "I don't think there are many people in Daqi who can write these characters better than him. The key is that the confidence is different."

"Don't turn the corner and scold me, I know you're going to say that I'm afraid of the inside, but Ah Ling still listens to me at home," Qi Haoran said triumphantly, "I just respect her outside, Zijin, you know Husband and wife are one, and the dignity that should be given to the wife must be given."

"Hey, it's the first time I know that you are the one who decides your family." Fan Zijin looked sideways at him and said, "That night, do you dare to stay and drink with me and brother until midnight? I won't force you to drink as much. If you dare After drinking two jars of wine and returning home, I will believe that you are in charge of the house."

Qi Haoran turned his head and said to Qi Xiuyuan, "Look, big brother, Zijin just doesn't care about the overall situation. This drinking hurts his body, and there will be a big court meeting tomorrow. He didn't tell us to go to bed early, but he even urged us to drink."

Qi Xiuyuan said flatly: "I can order you to take a day off. Anyway, I haven't had a rest in the past ten years. It's okay once in a while. If you're willing to stay, then we'll have a drink at night."

"..." Qi Haoran looked at the two of them accusingly, and said aggrievedly after a while: "You guys unite to bully me!"

Qi Xiuyuan and Fan Zijin looked at him indifferently and said, "Didn't you say that you are not afraid of guilt and can be the master at home?"