That night, I went to Qingtongyuan and met with my brother and sister on a routine basis. The depressed Fu Xuechen and Fu Yuchen, who was extremely happy when he got the exquisitely crafted new printing machine, were simply the most vivid contrast.

Fu Yuchen was playing with the printing press while listening to Fu Xuechen telling about her experience on this day. She was also a little shocked about her creativity that could cause trouble, but she didn't care much about it.

The Fu family is a martial honor and a marquis of the country. The father and grandfather all followed the emperor to conquer the world. When descendants become adults, they will at least be guards with swords in the palace and the source of talents on duty in front of the palace. Now they are just improving and designing a small musket, which is not worth worrying at all.

It was not until Fu Xuechen used wax paper and stylus to print out the design drawings of the new type of musket and bullets, handed them to him, and explained the concepts and functions of the design here to him in detail that he looked up at Fu Xuechen in shock.

"How did you have a brain?! You can even design such things." Fu Yuchen actually wanted to say, you, a girl, actually designed a musket design. The style is completely wrong! But when I was a child, I couldn't beat my little tiger-like sister when I was a child, so... it was fine.

In addition to being surprised, Fu Yuchen, like Yang Qian, couldn't help but ask about the whereabouts of the so-called alchemist's note that recorded the mercury refining method of threate.

"It burned after seeing it." Fu Xuechen used the same words to make excuses again.

Fu Yuchen frowned, unable to remember when his sister had burned paper books, nor when he had collected the letters of the alchemist. But what a wise figure of his grandfather was, not only good at military strategy, but also proficient in the Zhouyi Technique in life.

It is not surprising that there is such a letter from the alchemist in the remaining books that was accidentally read by my sister. He could not know everything that my sister had done in her boudoir after she was seven years old, and he could not pursue it and could only give up.

And unlike Yang Qian, a master of firearms, Fu Yuchen, who has no vision in his later generations, does not think that this musket design is of great significance. He will be finished by swearing to his sister a few words.

Finally, Fu Yuchen just glared at Fu Xuechen and put away the design drawing of the musket: "Okay! No matter what you do, I will take care of you. Whatever you have in the future is my business. Just spend these months with peace of mind!"

Fu Xuechen then smiled sweetly: "Thank you brother! I knew I loved me the most!"

Fu Yuchen rolled his eyes: "What about the story you owe me? Tell me!"

"Okay! The story this time is..."

Fu Xuechen cleared his throat and was about to start speaking, but behind him there was a "tuk-tuk" knock on the door. Then the door opened with a "creak" sound, and his mother Xie walked in with a stew pot in.

"Mom!" Fu Yuchen and Fu Xuechen greeted each other with surprise.

Fu Yuchen looked nervous and wanted to hide the printing press in his hand, but it was too late.

Xie closed the door calmly, turned around and opened the food box, took out two cups of fragrant old hen soup, put a cup for each of the two siblings, and laughed at Fu Yuchen: "Okay! Don't hide it anymore, I've seen it long ago! Don't worry! I'm not your father, I won't punish you."

Fu Yuchen was immediately happy: "Mom! You still love your son."

Fu Xuechen felt that his mother came a little suddenly: "Mom, why are you here?"

"You two are not worry-free. If you two don't look at Wei Niang, how can you dare to feel at ease!"

Xie sighed, turned around and stood up to check the printing press that Fu Yuchen pushed to the side, and kept whispering: "I heard from Fu An that this new printing press was given by the Sixth Prince? The royal surveillance is indeed exquisite and looks much more expensive than the set taken by your father!"

Fu Xuechen nodded repeatedly and said, "The Sixth Prince has given two sets, just one set for me and one for brother. However, if you want a few sets, I will get them with the Sixth Prince tomorrow! I guess he won't refuse." The implication is that if my mother wants to take one set immediately, it will not work.

Xie glanced at his daughter with a funny look: "What do I want this printing machine? You like it, just keep it yourself, but..."

Fu Xuechen was holding a spoonful of chicken soup in his mouth, and was almost surprised by Xie's next words and sprayed out.

"There is a book shop in my dowry." Xie looked at his daughter, but his ordinary words revealed amazing information: "This book shop is located in Dongcheng, not too big, but it is in a good location, next to the Imperial College."

"Mom! We also have a book shop?!"

Fu Xuechen was shocked, and the location of this book shop was too awesome, right? It was actually opened next to the Imperial College, which is a higher level than Imperial College.

The Imperial College mostly receives descendants of underage nobles and good families who can afford high tuition fees in the capital. However, the Imperial College only recruits scholars and above talents, regardless of wealth, wealth and humbleness, but only depends on talent learning. It is a national talent reserve institution that needs to pass the assessment before entering.

Compared with the educational institutions of later generations, Imperial College is equivalent to the combination of junior and senior high school in the Darong Empire of this era. Imperial College is a college that trains college students and graduate students.

Xie was almost made her angry and amused by her daughter: "My Xie family is a family of aristocratic families. Since ancient times, she has passed down the fragrance of books. I don't know how many Jinshi and high-ranking officials have been produced in my lifetime. Everyone is studying and everyone is literate. Even if my mother is not the highest in the clan, she is not low. What's so strange about having a bookstore to serve as a dowry?"

Fu Xuechen blinked his eyes and couldn't help but think of his father. It is said that he was also a prominent family that had been passed down for several lifetimes. However, it was not a scholarly family, but a general family. The marriage between his parents was a bit special!

The scholarly family was able to marry their daughters into the general family... Could it be that the human world was turbulent before the establishment of the empire and the military force had an absolute advantage, which forced the literati to invest and protect the future through marriage?

My mother said that she was in the clan’s seniority, which is understandable. Those arrogant literati families could not be regarded as warriors during peacetime. Even if they had to marry, they would not be willing to marry the most noble girl in their family.

Fu Xuechen's thoughts were just a few twists in his mind, and Xie continued to say things: "In the future, when you are about to get married, you must take out a copy of your dowry from your mother's name, and this book shop is one of them."

In other words, this book shop adjacent to the Imperial College was destined to belong to him in the future? Fu Xuechen was both surprised and happy.

Fu Yuchen couldn't help but show some envy on his face.
Chapter completed!