Yuyuan Study Room.

Zuer held her head and lay on the desk watching her son-in-law writing a self-recommendation book.

After a long time, he was so hungry that Di'er just sent a large bowl of meat porridge and warm wine.

She licked and licked it happily after eating.

Gradually, I couldn't bear the sleepiness and fell asleep on the couch in the study.

Chu Tianxiu glanced at her, shook her head with a smile, and made a robe for her.

Fortunately, the charcoal furnace is warm, and the winter night in the study is as warm as midsummer, and it will not be cold.

...

When the next day, it was noon and the sun shone into the window and was drying its butt.

She woke up slowly, and was sleepy and found that Chu Tianxiu was still burying her head to write.

Zuer couldn't help but lie down and look at Chu Tianxiu's face that was carefully written, and she was fascinated by the moment she saw it.

Why is my son-in-law so beautiful when he writes carefully...!

Oh, what are you thinking, so shameful.

"Son-in-law, your self-recommendation letter has not been written yet?"

Joo's pretty face turned slightly red and asked glutinously.

"It's almost...it's still half way!"

Chu Tianxiu smiled.

I stayed up all night and wrote quickly.

His eyes were black, but he had high hopes for the book "Self-Recommendation for the Official" he finally finished half of it.

There is nothing we can do about this!

There are more shining points on his body than hairs, and he is full of ups and downs. If he wants to write them all, he can't finish it all night.

I have to continue writing during the day today. I will finish writing these two days, so as to try to send my self-recommendation to the Jinling Palace as early as possible, so as not to miss the annual ceremony held in the Laba Festival this year.

There is only one opportunity a year, and if he can't seize it, he will have to stay in the Pingwang Mansion for another year.

"Zhu'er, take the bamboo slips again!"

Chu Tianxiu found that there were not enough bamboo slips.

Zuer then found that the blank bamboo slips in the study were used up, and his face was as shocked as if it were dirt. "Son-in-law, have you used up all the bamboo slips in the mansion?... I'll send someone to the bamboo slips workshop to buy some, but it will take half an hour!"

"Okay, please buy it as soon as possible. I happened to be tired of writing, so I took a break and went to the garden to get some breath."

Chu Tianxiu had no choice but to put down her pen and took Zuer to stroll through the snow in the garden of the royal palace.

Take a break and find some inspiration.

Zuer found a few servants and told them to go to the bamboo slip shop in Huotuan Lane on Changle Street to buy some bamboo slips.

...

Chu Tianxiu was on the way to the garden. When the cold wind blew, her stomach suddenly felt a little painful.

I guess I was suffering from some cold on the street last night, and I ate a large bowl of venison porridge and a pot of hot wine at night.

Now I was blown by the cold wind again in the morning, and I suddenly felt stomach upset and had a little stomach upset.

Very unfortunate.

On the way to the Wangfu Garden, Chu Tianxiu actually met an old acquaintance who had a fight last night at Hongmen Inn - Lao Soru Jia Sheng, a private school teacher in Pingwangfu.

The private school in the Prince's Mansion is in a side courtyard in the Prince's Mansion.

The Li family has hundreds of Li family members in Jinling City, with many young children aged five to ten, all of whom have to study in the only private school of Li family.

The winter solstice has not yet been on holiday, so I still have to go to school.

Every day, Jia Sheng came to the royal palace to teach Li students, read and read, and teach Confucian classics.

Jia Sheng came to the palace early in the morning, and did not go to the private school. He pretended to be wandering around, just waiting for Xiaohunhou to appear.

"Oh, Jia Sheng has met the little marquis!"

When Jia Sheng saw Chu Tianxiu, he quickly smiled and went up to meet him.

But I saw Xiao Hunhou having dark circles, which clearly had not been asleep for a night.

He suddenly felt happy and bowed and said respectfully:

"What's wrong with you, Xiaohou? Could it be that you are staying up late and writing the "Recommendation Document"?

Last night, Jia was in the inn and forgot something big, you may not be able to write a "Recommendation Document".

It's okay. The villain is the best at it. He can be a good writer and speak with a good word. Even if the emperor doesn't give you an official position, he will be more pleasing to you!"

Not everyone can write this recommendation book well.

The "Recommendation Document" must be concise and concise, with materialistic words and good literary talent, which makes the emperor think that this person is very good at first sight and leave a good impression.

The Prince Ping's Mansion was born into a clan of Longxi. He moved to Jinling during the reign of Emperor Taizu. The Li family members have been martial for generations and sought fame and fortune on the battlefield. There were many famous generals, but their literary talent was slightly inferior.

Therefore, every year when the Pingwang Mansion recommends his children to serve as an official, most of them will let him, a private school teacher who is well-read, write and polish it.

He Jia Sheng was full of poetry and writing, and he was very literary. He could write such documents with ease.

Now is the opportunity for him, Jia Sheng to show his talent once a year.

Of course, the key point is to get a considerable amount of money... Ten taels of silver are always required.

For the old Confucian scholar who lived a difficult life, this was a considerable extra income. Anyway, Xiao Hunhou could not become a Shangguan, so he would not make this money in vain.

"Ha, Mr. Jia said it too early. This little marquis' "Self-Recommendation Book" was completed soon! I want to go to the toilet and don't talk to you."

Chu Tianxiu shook her sleeves.

He didn't have the time to care about this old scholar who deliberately showed off his skills in front of him.

I was having a stomachache and was a little anxious, so I just wanted to go to the cottage as soon as possible.

...

Pingwang Mansion, a remote corner of the bamboo forest.

Thatched cottage.

Chu Tianxiu was depressed.

A little private school teacher, a sour scholar, dared to show off in front of this little marquis. What's the difficulty of self-recommendation documents? It's not that I haven't written a cover letter.

Jia Sheng and a group of sour scholars at Hongmen Inn did not even have the qualifications to recommend an official, so they could only chatter so hard, envious and jealous of his part.

Let's take a look... This little marquis is looking forward to you Confucian scholars running naked in the ice and snow Jinling.

Half incense stick.

He finished solving it.

Well...

Which...what's paper from this thatched cottage?

His eyes widened.

I only saw bamboo and wooden boards of varying lengths inserted on the walls of the thatched cottage. They were enchanting and colorful, competing for beauty... as if waiting for him to come.

Chu Tianxiu was stunned.

He suddenly realized that he had overlooked a serious and terrifying problem.

What are the bamboo boards in front of you inexplicably look familiar?... Could it be the "toilet chip" used in ancient legends that are specially used for scrubbing dirty things?

Use these shit sticks to wipe your butt?

Where is the paper?

It's finished!

I actually forgot that in this Great Chu dynasty, the books were all made of bamboo slips, and he had never seen a piece of paper in Yuyuan's study.

Bamboo slips are ancient "paper", so bamboo slips were used by ancient people to wipe away filth?

No wonder later generations like to wipe their butts, it turns out that they follow this old tradition!!

Chu Tianxiu's face was so purple.

I'm so angry!

I have traveled through time for more than two thousand years and finally became a noble little marquis. It would be fine if I was demoted by the emperor to be a son-in-law, but I won’t bother with you.

Now I don’t even prepare the paper for the thatched cottage for me!... Can God make a discussion and let me move the time I travel through for hundreds of years?

Alas~ It's over!

From then on, I have to use toilet chips to serve my butt.
To be continued...