Shi Liu finally chose to stay in the mainland. However, with the Shenlong Space, she could go to Hong Kong City at any time, until one day...
Zhou Hong, who was only eight years old, looked at his biological mother in this life and said, "Should I call you mother or apprentice?"
Shi Liu was stunned. What was going on? Didn’t her son have no memory? How could…
Zhou Pan said calmly, "Dabao must have inherited the Zhou family's space. Look, it's shrunk by one-third, especially the ocean area, which is shrinking rapidly."
Shi Liu has been busy upgrading her level 6 embroidery recently and hasn't entered the space for a long time. After hearing Zhou Pan's words, she realized that the island space was really much smaller.
The sea used to be endless, but now it's only a few thousand meters from the coast! As for the island, its area has been cut in half, and most of the crops have disappeared. Fortunately, the villa is still there.
In the previous life, there was Prince Fengming. In this life, Zhou Hong looked at his confused mother in this life speechlessly. Shouldn't she be worried about her own son? And his biological father was also a henpecked man. It really made him speechless.
Although Shi Liu knew that the Dragon Space would be separated from its mother and child, she hadn't expected the impact of the separation to be so significant. "System, what's going on? Didn't you say the subsystem wouldn't affect the mother space?"
[Host, this is inevitable. The mother space is originally this large, and the space stripped away by the subspace is the result of thousands of years of growth.]
Shi Liu felt that she was deceived by the system. The system was clearly using the Spring and Autumn style of writing. Unfortunately, she didn't figure it out at the beginning and was defeated by the system in vain.
In fact, it is quite normal to think about it. If it were not for the stripping of the original large space of the mother space, where would the space for the child space come from? It is just a small calculation of the system, which makes her feel a little unhappy.
Zhou Pan quickly patted Shi Liu's back soothingly: "You don't like farming, and this island is enough for us to farm." Moreover, with the existence of time artifacts such as the magic gourd, even if you want to grow crops, you can set aside a piece of land for it.
Shi Liu also knew her own character. Although she seemed to like farming very much, that was just talk. Zhou Pan was mostly responsible for taking care of the land on the island, and she could only pick the fruits at most.
"Forget it, I'll just give it to Dabao."
After saying this, Shi Liu suddenly realized that her Dabao said that he had recovered his memories of his previous life!
Shi Liu turned her head stiffly towards her son: "..."
Zhou Pan looked at his eldest son with a stern face, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he suddenly covered his eldest son's face with his big hands and twisted his face fiercely.
"I don't care what you did in your past life. In this life, your mother carried you for ten months with great difficulty. How dare you be unfilial? I'm going to make a scene!"
Zhou Hong was actually just being naughty. He did recover the memories of Prince Fengming, but these memories were more like those of a bystander to him. He didn't expect that just for being naughty, he would get beaten. He had never been beaten before -
For a moment, Zhou Hong's nose turned red with grievance. He pretended to be deep and said, "Wow wow - Mom, Dad hit me!"
Zhou Pan was so angry that he waved the bamboo stick. He knew that this kid was not honest and was pretending.
Shi Liu looked up at the sky and said, "Oh, now you know how to call me mother. Who wanted to call me your disciple before?"
Zhou Hong didn't expect his mother to ignore him, but when he thought of his previous boastful words, he shrank back in fear. Zhou Hong was now regretting it so much that his intestines turned green. How could he have forgotten that his father was a henpecked man and why could he be so careless as to joke with his mother?
Shi Liu looked at her son's chubby face and couldn't help laughing. Her eldest son had been claiming to be grown up since he started primary school. He rarely looked so embarrassed. At first sight, Shi Liu missed him quite a bit.
"Dabao? Honghong? Why aren't you talking? Master?"
Zhou Hong said with a painful look on his face: "Mom, I was wrong, can you please not call me Honghong——"
Shi Liu knew that the nickname Hong Hong was ambiguous, but who made this kid feel itchy? "Okay, stop pretending."
Even though Zhou Pan always seemed to look down on his sons, he was actually the one who loved the children the most in the family. However, he was rather restrained in his way of loving them, and he was a typical strict father. So Shi Liu didn't believe that Zhou Pan would be willing to beat his sons hard, and at most he would just scare them.
Seeing that his mother was unmoved, Zhou Hong immediately stopped howling and ran to her side happily, saying, "Mom, I heard that you are planning to write a biography about my past life. Do you want your son to help you with some advice?"
Shi Liu felt a headache when she looked at her eccentric son. This kid had never been easy to deal with since he was a child, but he was also very smart, which made people reluctant to deal with him. However, she couldn't understand why her son, who gave her a very old-fashioned impression, would let himself go like this?
Zhou Pan looked at Shi Liu's indescribable expression and wanted to laugh. Even if they were the same soul, Prince Fengming and Zhou Hong had different experiences in their past and present lives, so their personalities would naturally be different.
As the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace, if Prince Fengming hadn't matured early, he would have been devoured by the other princes. To put it bluntly, the imperial palace didn't allow for his innocence. While his son Zhou Hong was also naturally intelligent, he grew up in a loving family, a true child, and had the luxury of enjoying a childhood all his own.
Zhou Pan touched his son's little head and asked with concern, "You have so many memories all of a sudden. Doesn't that give you a headache?"
"I did have a headache at first, but it got better quickly. I think it was the space that was helping me."
Thinking of the space he had just obtained, Zhou Hong was so happy that his heart was filled with joy. If he had not been thinking about the memory of Prince Fengming, he would have wanted to go into the space immediately to take a look. He had been coveting his parents' space for a long time.
Seeing her son eager to try, Shi Liu felt a headache coming on. "Be honest, this matter of space is of great importance. The more others find out, the more trouble there will be. So, you can't tell anyone about this."
Although Zhou Hong was a little eccentric, after inheriting the memory of Prince Fengming, his mind obviously became more mature, and he naturally knew the risks in the opportunity.
So, Zhou Hong nodded very obediently: "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely keep it a secret."
Seeing that her son had nothing else to do, Shi Liu took out "Prince Fengming" and asked her son to see if there was anything inappropriate.
This was the first time that Zhou Hong read "Prince Fengming" written by his mother. To be honest, he felt weird. He knew very well that Prince Fengming was his previous life, but he did not have much identification with Prince Fengming. In his opinion, Prince Fengming was a tragic figure, nothing more.
However, the book "Prince Fengming" written by his mother showed him an unknown Prince Fengming. There were many things in it that were not in Prince Fengming's memory, but based on clues, it was speculated that most of them were true.
Zhou Hong, who inherited the memory of Prince Fengming, had a literary talent that soared, and he simply revised it while reading...
A month later, Zhou Hong took "Prince Fengming" to Shi Liu and told him that it could finally be published.
Xue Tao paper, also known as "Huanhua paper," "Songhua paper," and "Jianyang paper," was made by Xue Tao, a famous courtesan during the Tang Dynasty. Li Shangyin wrote in a poem, "Huanhua paper is the color of peach blossoms, perfect for writing poems and composing jade hooks."
Shi Liu put down the brush in her hand and couldn't help but sigh for Xue Tao, the talented woman who once fell into prostitution.
According to records, after Xue Tao left home, she lived in Chengdu and met her last lover, Yuan Zhen. Unfortunately, this talented man was both sentimental and heartless. Before leaving, he left a sentence "wait for me" and never came back.
Xue Tao, who had been entangled with literati and poets for half her life, watched the sunrise and sunset, and finally became tired of the love field, and poured all her passion into making paper.
Xue Tao paper is made of "water from Huanhua Creek, the bark of Hibiscus, and the juice of Hibiscus flowers". The natural environment in the Shenlong space is superior, and all the streams on the island can reach the quality of Huanhua Creek water. As for Hibiscus, there are not many planted on the island, but fortunately it is enough. After all, compared to Xue Tao paper, Shi Liu prefers Chengxintang paper.
When talking about Chengxintang paper, we have to mention Li Yu, the Emperor of Southern Tang. Although he was a king who lost his country, we have to say that he, like Emperor Huizong of Song, was a great artist with some skills in the right places.
It is said that Li Yu, the Emperor of Southern Tang, felt that the then-famous Shu paper could not be preserved for a long time. In order to make the product he had in mind, he spared no expense to select domestic masters, gathered them in the capital, and opened a paper mill.
To improve the papermaking process, he visited the palace every day to observe, even taking off his yellow robe and donning the clothes of a papermaker, working with them to scoop and bake paper. He personally wrote on each batch, repeatedly pondering and refining it to improve it.
Since the emperor's work was extraordinary, the paper he made immediately became a treasure among Xuan papers. If it were any other ordinary businessman, he would probably not make any progress for a year or two, let alone create a famous paper that would be passed down through the ages.
As an imperial product, Chengxintang paper was never seen in public until the fall of the Southern Tang Dynasty, when all the imperial items were moved to the Song Dynasty palace. However, Zhao Kuangyin disliked this kind of paper, so it was not until this paper was circulated.
Although Chengxintang paper was released and amazed everyone, it was rare and hard to come by.
In fact, Shi Liu was quite unconcerned at first, but after getting the manufacturing method and officially starting the work, Shi Liu realized the difficulty. If one wants to make Chengxintang paper, one must have superb skills.
It was a pity that she had most of the raw materials for making Chengxintang paper. Otherwise... Thinking of the piles of failed products, Shi Liu's face twisted. The landlord didn't have any surplus food either.
Shi Liu, who had nothing to do, also talked about small seal script, official script and regular script. Now she can pat her chest and say without any modesty that if she accidentally goes to ancient times one day, she can also support herself with this knowledge. After all, there were really not many scholars in ancient times.
Looking at the books printed on Chengxintang paper behind her, Shi Liu grinned happily. Is she now richer than those great writers in ancient times?
Recalling the Northern Song Dynasty, when Liu Chang, the prefect of Yangzhou, was gifted a hundred sheets of Chengxintang paper, he excitedly wrote, "At that time, a piece sold for a hundred gold coins, and there were tens of millions of scrolls in Chengxintang." He then gave ten sheets to his friend Ouyang Xiu, who exclaimed, "Where did you find such pure, hard, and translucent paper? There are hundreds of them." Although he only had ten sheets, he gave two to Mei Yaochen, who sighed, "When the Li family of Jiangnan rules, they won't sell even one sheet for a hundred gold coins."
A piece of Chengxintang paper was given back and forth as a treasure. Even Dong Qichang, a Ming Dynasty calligrapher who was highly respected by Emperor Kangxi, sighed "I dare not write on this paper" when he received the Chengxintang paper. He felt that his behavior was a bit like that of a nouveau riche.
Pomegranate lowered her head in shame, but this feeling was great, hehe——
The ambitious pomegranate stomped her feet and was about to bloom big when she heard her eldest son calling her from outside.
"Zhou Honghong, you'd better have something important to say!"
Shi Liu now dislikes her son very much. She first divided her space. It was fine to divide it, as it was the inevitable result of the mother-child space. But this brat was not satisfied and came to her space to search again!
Oh, many of the treasures obtained from signing in at Fengming Palace were taken away by that brat Zhou Hong, who said that these things were left over from his previous life and they belonged to him.
Shameless! Shi Liu now completely agreed with the public's assessment of the royal family. They were so thin-skinned they were embarrassed to call themselves royalty. If a crown prince was too thin-skinned, he wouldn't have a chance of ascending to the throne. Clearly, her son had learned from his failure in his previous life and was applying that same shamelessness to his mother.
Shi Liu sighed helplessly, and said in a more positive tone, "Forget it, you kid has taken a fancy to something again this time. Let me make it clear first, many things will be divided equally among you brothers. You can't take everything just because you have space."
Zhou Hong was stunned for a moment. After inheriting Prince Fengming's memories, although he did not change on the surface, he was very clear that it was a deliberate creation of his own. Some things had changed after all -
Thinking of his parents' doting on him, Zhou Hong's eyes turned red and tears almost fell. All the memories of his past life slowly faded away from his sight.
Shi Liu silently wiped the tears from her eldest son and felt relieved. The couple did not take the memories of their past lives seriously at first, but later they discovered something unusual after being reminded by several other masters who had not been reincarnated.
The couple had never expected that Prince Fengming's memories of his previous life were filled with obsessions. If they weren't careful, their eldest son might become possessed.
After a while, Zhou Hong realized what a stupid thing he had done, and his face immediately turned red. He had just been crying like his second brother, that crybaby!
Looking at her son's wrinkled face, Shi Liu smiled unscrupulously: "Since you don't want to choose, forget it."
Zhou Hong immediately regretted hearing this. Although he didn't come here for good things, his mother's private vault had a lot of good things, and it would be a pity to miss this opportunity.
"I came here this time to tell Mother that your biography of Prince Fengming is very popular. The teachers in our school have been discussing the stories in it privately. Many of them say that it is so realistic, just like what Prince Fengming himself would have written."
Hearing this, Shi Liu's mouth twitched. Although it was not written by Prince Fengming himself, it was almost the same. After all, the people involved in the narration were the parties involved. But why did the teachers in the school like to read this book?
Zhou Hong said with a proud look on his face, "I recommended it to our history teacher, who then recommended it to other teachers. As a result, everyone became addicted to it. Of course, it's mainly because of your brilliant writing skills. It's really well written."
Shi Liu smiled happily. It was worth it that all her revisions over and over again were worth it. The final result was indeed good.
The work she had worked so hard on for many years was well received. Shi Liu squinted her eyes in satisfaction. She found that she actually quite enjoyed writing. Well, the days ahead would get better and better. (End of this chapter)
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