A note from the author: This story is about twenty thousand words long and nearly finished. It's my first time posting a story, so I'm testing the waters. Please point out any plot holes or confusing parts, and I'll fix what I can.
Modern office worker Zhao Yunlan opens her eyes to find herself in the middle of a steamy encounter with Lao Ai, the infamous historical figure. Well, would you look at that, I'm Zhao Ji? She glances at Lao Ai and figures she might as well enjoy herself first! But then he asks her to bear his children. What, does your family own a mine or something, that you think I'll have your kids? No way is she going to tarnish Zheng Ge's, no, little Ying Zheng's reputation! She kicks him to the curb without a second thought.
This time around, Zheng'er, your mother doesn't want a lover, she wants you! Tired of kneeling on the floor? Let's get some tables and chairs! Tired of reading bamboo slips? Someone, get the Bureau of Lesser Treasury's craftsmen working on paper! Zheng'er, listen to me: natural disasters and human calamities have nothing to do with celestial omens. There is no such thing as the theory of celestial evolution. And when it comes to Baiyue, make sure you conquer it properly. It'll be a hard fight, but the rice there can be harvested three times a year!
Young Ying Zheng looks up at her with adoration. “Yes, Mother.”
The female lead doesn't invent things herself. She only gives the craftsmen of the Bureau of Lesser Treasury suggestions and lets them figure out how to make them. Don't expect to see her dominating everyone; this is more of an everyday-life story.
It can be read as a short story. The whole thing is a bit idealistic, but very warm and very good.
I'll go. Author, this is faster than quick wear, but it's really warm and beautiful.
Nice story, compact and not boring
Very simple and pretty
It's a very good novel. It's bland, gentle, and very good.