In her view, Yu Ji could have had more choices.
Such stories didn't resonate with her at all; she longed to see stories of self-respect and courageous pursuit of dreams.
Qin Qianluo slowly shifted her gaze from the light screen, but the detailed description of the National Preceptor's Taoist arts on the screen burned like a fire in her heart.
Curiosity, like bamboo shoots breaking through the soil, grows wildly at an astonishing rate.
Over the years, she was deeply influenced by modern scientific education and was a staunch atheist.
The precise interpretation of science by all things in the world was already deeply rooted in her heart.
She firmly believes that all phenomena in the universe, no matter how bizarre they may seem, must follow scientific laws.
Even after experiencing the incredible event of being reincarnated with memories of her past life, she stubbornly clung to her own beliefs.
They believe that those so-called supernatural phenomena are merely natural mysteries that have not yet been fully revealed by science, and that given enough time, science will surely provide a convincing explanation.
The appearance of the nine-tailed fairy fox was like a thunderclap, exploding in her world without warning and instantly shattering the long-standing peace in her heart.
Her once unwavering beliefs began to show cracks that were difficult to heal under the powerful visual impact.
Now, the appearance of this mysterious and unpredictable imperial advisor has plunged her world into complete chaos and confusion.
She then realized that the world she had come to know was just the tip of the iceberg, and the real world was far more complex and mysterious than she had imagined.
Could it be that there really are things in this world that science cannot explain?
This problem was like a thick, impenetrable fog, tightly lingering in her mind, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't dispel it.
Confused and at a loss, she was like a traveler lost in the darkness, desperately longing to find a glimmer of light.
She had also asked Feng Qingyun, hoping to get some inspiration and guidance from this partner who also came from the modern technological world.
Upon hearing this, Feng Qingyun's delicate brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of helplessness and confusion flashed in her eyes.
She shook her head gently, let out a soft sigh, and said helplessly, "I've always felt that I'm nothing more than a product made of programs and precision machinery."
I have absolutely nothing to do with these supernatural things. If you ask me, I really don't know how to answer you.
Perhaps, there truly are unknown things in this world that we cannot comprehend.
The two remained silent for a long time, with only the gentle breeze carrying their confusion about the unknown world into the distance.
After Qin Qianluo had learned about the Imperial Preceptor's background, abilities, and various deeds in the court with great interest, she started watching TV dramas.
The morning court session ended amidst the sounds of the TV drama.
The ministers, dressed in court robes embroidered with exquisite patterns, hurried away in twos and threes to attend to the myriad affairs inside and outside the court.
Some walked briskly, whispering to their colleagues about the implementation of the new policy.
Some had their brows furrowed, clutching memorials tightly in their hands, seemingly pondering how to solve a thorny problem.
Qin Qianluo's thoughts were instantly pulled away from the light screen, her mind filled with matters concerning daily necessities.
Those seemingly insignificant everyday items actually affect every aspect of people's lives and are an indispensable key link in improving people's quality of life.
She hurried along and quickly found Prime Minister Qin. After telling her father, she went to the farm on the outskirts of Beijing.
Along the way, the carriage sped along the wide official road, its wheels rolling and kicking up clouds of dust.
Through the car window, she gazed at the scenery along the way. The crops in the fields swayed gently in the breeze, and farmhouses were scattered across the fields in a pleasing manner.
But she had no time to appreciate any of that; her mind was already on the farm, constantly thinking about the work that was about to begin.
For example, the procurement of raw materials, the planning of the production process, and how to make people quickly accept these new products.
Although the Left Prime Minister's residence has now bid farewell to toilet paper and silk, and is now using toilet paper that she took out from her space, the quality of life has been significantly improved.
But whenever she thinks about the lives of ordinary people, she feels a pang of sadness.
Those living at the bottom of society still use primitive and crude cleaning products such as toilet sticks and leaves.
Toilet sticks are hard and uncomfortable to use, and can easily scratch the skin.
Not only is it difficult to ensure the hygiene of tree leaves, but they are also limited by the season, and are even harder to find in winter.
Every time she thought about this, Qin Qianluo felt uneasy.
And those menstrual belts are not only cumbersome to use, but also extremely inconvenient to clean and dry.
Moreover, the hygiene conditions are worrying, and various diseases can easily be caused by the slightest carelessness, posing a great threat to women's health.
Previously, due to extremely low cotton production, even meeting the daily clothing needs of the people was a problem, so the production of hygiene products had to be put on hold.
Fortunately, through hard work and with the careful guidance of the officials of the Ministry of Agriculture, the people continuously improved their planting methods, and the scale of cotton planting continued to expand, resulting in a significant increase in yield.
Now, the ample supply of cotton has finally brought an opportunity to change the status quo of hygiene products for the general public.
Before Feng Qingyun appeared, Qin Qianluo, relying on her vague memories of modern life, tried to make toilet paper and other products on her own.
However, when preparing raw materials, either the proportions are incorrect, resulting in insufficient paper toughness, or the manufacturing process is not well controlled.
The finished products are either too rough, like sandpaper, or extremely easy to break, making them unusable.
The repeated failures left her exhausted, and she had no choice but to give up temporarily.
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