On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The early morning light is like a layer of gauze, gently draping over the window lattice and quietly seeping into the house.

Lin Zhen woke up slowly, and when he turned his head, he saw Zhang Li still sleeping soundly beside him.

She had worked too hard last night and now was the time to replenish her energy.

She lay on her side, her cloud-like black hair scattered freely, a few strands of hair playfully hanging down on her snow-white neck, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, casting a faint shadow under her eyes.

She has a straight and graceful nose, cherry lips that are naturally red, and the slightly upturned corners of her mouth seem to be holding a faint smile.

One hand was placed under the cheek, the fingers were slender and long, as tender as the roots of green onions, and the skin had a warm luster.

The brocade quilt on her body was half-covered, outlining her exquisite figure with soft curves; her arms were exposed, with firm skin and a faint pink hue, like the first peach blossom blooming in spring, delicate and lovable.

Lin Zhen couldn't help but kiss her red lips, and playfully pinched her snow-white breasts hidden under the quilt with his big hands, then got up with a smile.

No matter how good it is outside, it’s not as good as home.

No one knew who said this, but Lin Zhen had a deep understanding of it at this moment.

When I arrived at the courtyard, I saw Huanbi wearing a green silk dress and sitting gracefully on a stone bench in the pavilion. On the stone table in front of her were all kinds of toiletries, which were obviously prepared long ago.

Seeing Lin Zhen leave, Huanbi raised her eyes, her eyes instantly filled with smiles, her voice soft and sweet: "Husband, you are awake."

After saying that, she stood up and walked towards Lin Zhen with light steps, holding a warm washbasin in her hand.

"It's not summer now. The wind is strong in autumn. Don't always sit in the pavilion waiting for me to get up." Lin Zhen responded with a smile, his eyes full of pampering.

Huanbi placed the wash basin securely on a shelf nearby, handed over a clean handkerchief, and said, "I'm used to it. It won't be a problem."

After saying that, she wet her handkerchief and helped Lin Zhen wash up. Her movements were gentle and she was caring like a wife who had shared the hardships of life with him.

After washing up, Lin Zhen took the dry towel she handed him and wiped the water droplets off his face. He glanced at Huanbi and said softly, "Bi'er, go find the two carpenters at home. I have important instructions for you today."

Huanbi nodded obediently.

Soon, Lao Liu and his son Goudan walked in.

This is a father and son. Carpentry is a craft passed down from their ancestors. Now with the royal palace behind them, they live an easy and comfortable life, which is very different from before.

So they all cherish this job.

Old Liu was nearly fifty years old and in good health. He was wearing new coarse linen clothes and bowed to Lin Zhen: "Greetings, Prince."

"Well, today, I want to teach you a skill - movable type printing." As he spoke, Lin Zhen glanced at all the objects placed in the yard - several square boards with fine texture and solid texture, a pile of evenly sized and neatly cut wooden blocks, and various finely polished and extremely sharp tools. These were all made by him personally before, but unfortunately he was too busy to put them into practice. Now it is the right time to pass them on to the father and son.

"Once mastered, this skill will have an immeasurable impact on the spread of knowledge and the prosperity of culture in Daqian. And because of this skill, you will never have to worry about food for generations to come."

Hearing that their generations would never have to worry about food, Old Liu was very happy, and Goudan also smiled excitedly.

Lin Zhen noticed that Goudan was missing two front teeth when he smiled, so he asked, "Goudan, what happened to your teeth? Did someone hit you?"

"No, I was trying to report the news to Madam Qingwen a while ago, but I ran into a tree."

"..."

Lin Zhen wanted to laugh, but thought that if he laughed out loud at this moment, it would definitely hurt this person who was about the same age as him, so he held it back. Then he stepped forward and picked up a piece of wood. It felt heavy, cold and solid to the touch.

"Firstly, the selection of the wood is extremely important. It needs to be dense and not easily deformed or cracked, so that the movable type can be preserved for a long time."

As he spoke, he picked up a special plane, held it firmly with both hands, and slowly pushed it along the surface of the wood block. The shavings fell like snowflakes. After a while, the originally slightly rough wood block was polished smooth and flat, without any bumps or dents, as if it had been polished into a bronze mirror.

"Next comes the most critical and skill-testing step of engraving."

Lin Zhen put down the plane and picked up a small but extremely sharp carving knife.

He leaned over slightly, fixed the wooden block on a simple but ingenious clamp, and lightly touched the block with the tip of the knife.

“The font must be clear and neat, with even strokes, just like a calligrapher, but more regular than handwriting, so that the printed page will be pleasing to the eye and easy to read.”

After he finished speaking, he concentrated his mind and gathered his energy, and with a slight shake of his wrist, tiny characters gradually emerged.

"Benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trustworthiness."

The strokes are strong and powerful, and the words seem to come alive amidst the flying wood chips.

The two carpenters stared intently, their mouths slightly open, their faces filled with amazement.

Only after Lin Zhen finished carving did they wake up from their dreams and hurriedly picked up their tools to learn from him.

At first, their hands were still shaking, and the lines drawn by the carving knife on the wood block were crooked, but with Lin Zhen's patient guidance from time to time, they adjusted the angle of the carving knife and controlled the spacing between the fonts, and gradually they began to take shape.

Lin Zhen paced around and inspected, demonstrating personally from time to time and correcting mistakes.

Time soon came to noon, and when a set of movable type took shape, Lin Zhen said.

"Yes, you must study it as soon as you return. If you are short of manpower, choose someone you trust to teach. But don't spread it! Otherwise, you won't be able to make a living for generations."

"Thank you, Prince! We will study hard after we return and will never let you down!"

After Old Liu and Goudan left, Huanbi brought the food over and said with a smile.

"Master Lin! Can we have our meal soon?"

Lin Zhen then remembered that he hadn't eaten breakfast yet. He touched his stomach and complained, "Why did you bring it to me only now?"

"I know you'll be so engrossed in your work that you'll forget to eat or sleep. It's better to eat at noon!"

"Why not go to Song Zhenglin's house for dinner? I was planning to ask him. I guess His Majesty just experienced a disaster and doesn't know the outcome yet."

Huanbi suddenly felt a little reluctant: "Ah? Then you don't want to eat it, this is made by me!"

"Save it and eat it when you come back in the evening."

After saying that, Lin Zhen ordered the servant to go to Song Zhenglin's house to deliver the message, while he went to the guard camp to gather the two generals Heng and Ha and walked out of the palace.

To be honest, it had been a while since I heard Cao Xiong swearing, and Lin Zhen missed him a lot. He didn't know what this burly man was doing.

Unexpectedly, before Lin Zhen could leave, he saw the housekeeper Lin An walk in with a very bad look on his face.

"Prince, something happened."