A group of customers who had spare cash and didn't think it was expensive had already sat down.
The waiter quickly asked what we wanted to eat. The auntie worked efficiently, serving food very quickly. Occasionally, if she made a mistake in her haste, she would put the food aside and not pour it back.
The shop was bustling with activity in no time.
Many people who thought it was too expensive, but were drawn in by the aroma, stood at the door looking on.
"Don't rush, we only earn twelve coins a day, that's only twenty coins, we can't afford to spend them recklessly!"
"That's right, just watch from here. If it's delicious, people will definitely ask for more, and they'll all be smiling! If it's not delicious, they definitely won't be able to eat it and will leave it uneaten, and they'll look like they're having a bad time! You can't go wrong, just wait and see!"
Ye Guihua and Ye Taohua stood at the back door of the shop, quietly watching the shop operate.
Ye Taohua nudged her with her elbow, "How does it look? Don't you feel a great sense of accomplishment?"
Ye Guihua nodded, took out a stack of paper, and began to write on it with the ink she had prepared.
Ye Taohua leaned closer to look, "Why write everything down? Why don't you just write it down and tell Uncle Cheng?"
Ye Guihua ignored her and continued writing.
"Oh, I see. Our Guihua doesn't like to talk; she'll keep quiet if she can avoid it."
Ye Guihua laughed, "Yes, I think it's better to write it down than to say it, I might not remember it anyway."
Ye Taohua clasped her hands together, her knuckles cracking once. "I just don't like holding a pen. I haven't touched a pen since I left the academy."
Ye Panjiu, who had just walked over, heard these words: "Having courage but no strategy will not get you anywhere in the martial world."
Ye Taohua raised an eyebrow. "Mother, do you think your own daughter is acting without thinking?"
Ye Panjiu smiled and quickly shook her head, "Being resourceful means reading more books, thinking more, and becoming more resourceful."
Ye Taohua rolled her eyes. "Alright, I'll discuss this with Guihua more."
Anyway, Guihua is quite smart. Talking to smart people more will probably make her smarter too.
Ye Guihua kept writing, her pen never stopping.
Ye Panjiu had just come from Ye Erniu's shop, where the opening was also very lively.
Ye Erniu and Gao Lin's methods of attracting customers were even more outrageous.
Gao Lin then performed a martial arts routine, twirling a wooden stick to create a dazzling display.
Ye Erniu cheered from the sidelines, making a great show of it.
The braised food sold quickly, and many hesitant people in front of the shop gritted their teeth and went inside.
There's no way around it; most of the people who ate it praised it, and their joy was just too much to bear.
It all depends on how much the two shops can collect today.
Business was booming here, and Su Yan and Ning Xuan were extremely excited at the Prime Minister's residence.
"Your Majesty, why is it wrong for women to make a living outside? Why is it wrong for women to enter academies?" Su Yan asked excitedly, veins bulging on his forehead.
Ning Xuan waved his hand, "It's not that I say it's impossible, but the Ministry of Rites and the Censors will vehemently oppose it, wishing they could die by crashing into a pillar and become emperor through their remonstrance!"
Su Yan angrily retorted, "These are all pedantic words! When our ancestors were conquering the world, General Sun Lan captured far more cities than anyone else! It was because of these people from the Ministry of Rites that General Sun Lan was forced to marry, have children, and die. Later, when the Liao Dynasty invaded our borders, the Great Liang suffered three major defeats. From the founder of the dynasty to all the civil and military officials, who didn't say that if Sun Lan were still alive, how could we not destroy the Liao Dynasty?!"
Ning Xuan sighed heavily, "Sun Lan is gone, but the Ministry of Rites and the Censor are still living people. They are all human lives."
Su Yan lifted his robe and knelt down. "It's not that I want their lives, but the Great Liang has long been in decline. Corrupt officials are rampant, the borders are unstable, the national treasury is empty, and the army is weak. If we don't change things now, the country may perish!"
Before he finished speaking, he kowtowed heavily again.
Ning Xuan held those few sheets of paper, her heart filled with agonizing conflict.
Actually, these few sheets of paper didn't contain much. They simply described how, in Ye Panjiu's dream, there were women who held high-ranking official positions, their achievements far surpassing those of many emperors of the Great Liang Dynasty; a woman who was incredibly wealthy in business, donating all her wealth to save her family from collapse and thus being granted a title; a woman who was exceptionally skilled in weapon crafting, her swords being highly sought after in the martial arts world; a woman with outstanding literary talent, creating a unique style of poetry that has been passed down through the ages; and a woman whose medical skills far surpassed those of the Imperial Medical Academy, earning her the title of "the living dead"...
After writing about several remarkable women, she then wrote about the impact of women being able to earn a living outside the home. If women could show their faces in public to make a living, the economy would develop rapidly, and new perspectives and voices would be added to all walks of life, creating a wave of diverse opinions; if women could support their families, more men would be able to join the army, engage in commerce, and so on.
It also included information on women's education, along with a letter from the White House Chief.
The letter affirms the importance of women's education, states that women's martial arts skills are no less important than men's, and also affirms the value of individualized education.
This year, Bailu Academy almost monopolized all the new recruits from the Ministry of Works and the Ministry of Revenue's mathematics department.
Bailu Academy has begun accepting female students. Ning Xuan was well aware of this, and he even sent his youngest daughter there.
He had noticed the changes in his youngest daughter. She was very talented in writing, and her answers to certain questions about the court were even more astonishing.
It was something he hadn't expected.
But when he thought of the wave of opposition throughout the dynasty, he felt that he was too insignificant and how could he possibly withstand the tide.
Su Yan knelt, but straightened his back. "Your Majesty, please allow me to take this first step, like a gentle rain nourishing the earth."
Ning Xuan stared intently at the minister kneeling at his feet.
Su Yan is thirty-one years old this year. Nineteen years ago, he was thin and small, but he wore a long robe. Just like today, he lifted the hem of his robe and knelt in front of me with his back straight.
When exactly did he begin to shoulder so much burden for himself?
He was an emperor; a single word he uttered could cause unimaginable upheavals throughout the land.
This burden is too heavy and arduous. "If the emperor is angry, millions will die." He was afraid of this saying. Sometimes, in the dead of night, when he thought of the restless spirits of countless unjustly killed subjects cursing him, he would break out in a cold sweat.
Ning Xuan patted his shoulder. "Get up. How long can your knees hold up if you keep kneeling like that?"
Su Yan remained silent, his eyes filled with sorrow as he looked at the ground. Many decrees that were beneficial to the common people were always at odds with the interests of various court officials and were therefore difficult to implement.
Even if they tried their best to push the decree through, it would always be affected by power struggles in the court, causing it to come to nothing.
It's difficult, but it has to be done.
Even if it's gritting your teeth, you have to do it.
He was favored by Ning Xuan and rose rapidly through the ranks. Born in Daliang, he was destined to die for Daliang.
He absolutely refused to see the emperor he was assisting face a world engulfed in war, and ultimately hang himself on a withered tree.
"Even if the floodwaters rise to the heavens, what do I have to fear!"
Ning Xuan looked at him, then sat back in his armchair. He stroked the chair and said, "Su Yan, are you really not afraid? When you go to Shuzhou this time, the entire Ye family of fifteen people will be in your hands."
Su Yan knelt and took a few steps forward, picking up the letter from the table. "Your Majesty, this is also the Ye family's attitude. I will stand with the Ye family through thick and thin."
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