Kill the sadistic male protagonist and become the emperor

The cold wind blew on Ren Baozhi's face, but she felt a surge of blood boiling. She tried her best to control her mixed emotions of excitement and sadness, and asked calmly, "Is this why you want to be Ban Zhao?"

"No," Jiang Jingfeng shook his head, his gaze withdrawn from the distance, looking at Ren Baozhi: "I don't want to write those "Female Rings" and the like."

"My ambition is to become the historian of Wu Zhou."

"My wish is to compile a long and splendid history dedicated to women. Let all women in the world have their own names in my annals, and everything they have done, their merits and demerits, be clearly presented on paper."

"All I ask for is an unbiased, objective reproduction without any trace of deletion or alteration, without any omission or reduction, and without the slightest personal bias."

Jiang Jingfeng's eyes flashed, and with every word she spoke, her subsequent words became more and more passionate.

"Baozhi, I believe you can understand me, right?" Jiang Jingfeng said, "I just want to write down the truth. I don't want women in this world to be imprisoned in the house and fed with tampered history. Women need their own history, and those heroic women should not be buried. We are not caged birds, we have the power to soar into the sky!"

Ren Baozhi held her hand and tried her best to calm Jiang Jingfeng's overly excited emotions. She was really worried that Jiang Jingfeng's weak body could not withstand such intense emotions.

Although her heart was overwhelmed by Jiang Jingfeng's words, she had to calm down: "I can understand, Jingfeng. People often say that men are rational and women are passionate, but they don't know that this is due to prejudice. Many men will also express their emotions strongly during the creative process, rather than rationally pursuing the truth. It's just that they are people in power who are good at disguise. They are used to using the power of speech as a sword to draw the boundaries of rationality. These boundaries are nothing more than what they want to draw."

Jiang Jingfeng's eyes lit up, and her chest heaved, aching slightly from excitement.

Ren Baozhi saw that she was breathing rapidly and slightly bent over, and knew that she was overly emotional, so she helped her to the bed and let her lie down.

Just as she was about to pour a cup of hot water for Jiang Jingfeng to warm him up, Jiang Jingfeng grabbed her wrist. She was a little puzzled: "Jingfeng?"

"Baozhi, I still want you to continue chatting with me."

Ren Baozhi smiled helplessly and said, "I'm not leaving. I'm just going to pour you a cup of hot tea."

Jiang Jingfeng didn't let go: "I'm not thirsty, Baozhi, I just want to talk to you. I haven't talked to anyone like this for a long time."

Seeing her like this, Ren Baozhi had no choice but to sit by the bed and put her hand under the quilt: "You are weak, don't catch a cold."

Jiang Jingfeng nodded and continued with the unfinished topic: "There are some questions I have pondered for a long time, but I still can't find the answer. The world has long been a plaything in the hands of men. Why do they continue to write such misleading articles with prejudice? Do they look down on women like this?"

"It's not contempt," Ren Baozhi said, "it's fear, because they are afraid."

Jiang Jingfeng was puzzled: "But this world has long been dominated by women being inferior to men. Every one of them looks down on women, so how can they be afraid?"

"They fear change, fear that their interests will be divided away by women, fear that today's ants will one day transform into butterflies, spread their wings and become phoenixes." Ren Baozhi stared at the curtains that were toyed with by the winter wind and swayed violently. "Because of fear, every time they see the slightest sign of progress in women, they treat it as a formidable enemy, eager to nip it in the bud. They fear that women will use their small strength to overcome the big, the weak to defeat the strong, and that this spark will eventually start a prairie fire."

Jiang Jingfeng was deeply shocked by Ren Baozhi's words. The room was terribly quiet. The only sound he could hear was the howling of the cold wind outside the window and the rustling of the curtains fighting against it.

The biting winter wind swept in from the window like a flood and a beast, blowing the three candles to and fro, but they would not go out no matter what.

After a long while, Jiang Jingfeng murmured, "I never thought that they were like this just because of the word 'fear'."

Ren Baozhi took a pair of scissors and carefully trimmed the candle wick. The flame became brighter and illuminated her face.

"It's fear, the fear of women who are not under their control. This fear is transformed into anger, and then packaged as contempt. For thousands of years, they have used contempt as a pretext to suppress women."

She stared at the slowly extinguishing candle wick on the scissors. "Jingfeng, tell me, if it was really just contempt, why would they always remember to trample on those insignificant ants?"

Jiang Jingfeng blinked stiffly and opened his mouth, but did not answer.

In order to speed up the preparations for the establishment of the newspaper, Ren Baozhi submitted an application for shop renovation to the Xishi Office with relevant certificates the next day.

Perhaps the West Market Office got the news and knew that the shop of Ren Baozhi was a gift from the Emperor, so they gave the imperial seal of approval that day.

The next thing to do was to decorate the store. In order to complete the renovation of the store as soon as possible, Ren Baozhi found many skilled craftsmen and asked them to make furniture for him.

She had had enough of the pain of not having furniture with high legs, so she gave the blueprints to the carpenters and ordered them to follow the blueprints and make all the furniture in her work area with high legs.

Even the shops outside have to add a few sets of high-legged tables and chairs, so that when customers come, they can choose whether to sit or kneel.

Since I am engaged in writing work, the first thing to ensure is lighting.

As a modern person, the first thing that comes to my mind is glass windows.

Glass, also known as colored glaze, already existed during the Wu Zhou period, but most of the colored glaze was used for decoration.

If you want good lighting, there are certain requirements for the transparency and thickness of the glass. However, based on Ren Baozhi's observations over the past few months, Wu Zhou seems unable to produce glass pieces that are large and uniform enough to be used as windows.

Ren Baozhi visited all the craftsmen in the city, and they all said that it was difficult to continue. Even if she could provide high-purity quartz sand and other raw materials, the craftsmanship of the Wu Zhou Dynasty was ultimately inferior to that of modern times.

Just when Ren Baozhi was about to give up, a thin middle-aged man came up to her.

Gui Muxin smiled honestly and simply: "I just heard that the young lady wants to find someone to make a piece of translucent glass?"

Ren Baozhi was delighted when she heard this and asked hurriedly, "Auntie, can you do it?"

"Of course," Gui Muxin replied with a smile, carrying the pregnant girl and walking towards her home. "My lady, come with me, and you'll know for sure."