Chapter 165 1/3

As a governor, Governor Zhang’s annual salary was not small, but he didn’t take bribes. From time to time, he even helped others, so he was often strapped for cash.

Generally, when he received his salary, he gave a portion to the steward for household expenses, but the remaining money always seemed to disappear without him realizing it.

Six hundred taels of silver was quite a lot to him.

To Li Qingzhi, six hundred taels of silver was also not a small amount.

The next evening, when he opened the letter sent by Juewei Zhai, he saw a silver note from the Provincial City Bank with six hundred taels… Li Qingzhi was stunned.

Why did Governor Zhang give him so much money?

After reading the letter sent by Governor Zhang, he finally understood what was going on.

The payment was indeed generous! He earned sixty taels of silver for writing six thousand words each day. If he wrote for a month, he could earn one thousand eight hundred taels!

At the moment, the annual profit of Juewei Zhai was only one thousand eight hundred taels!

Li Qingzhi took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to write ten thousand words a day.

If he wrote ten thousand words a day, he wouldn’t have time to chat with people or spend time with his children.

He wouldn’t even have time to visit the new school.

He had endured so much hardship in the apocalypse, and now that he had a chance to live again, he wanted to enjoy life. He couldn’t spend every day writing books.

So… he would stick to writing eight thousand words. He couldn’t write more.

It wasn’t about the money; it was mainly to ensure that the Shen family’s bookstore could print the book sooner!

Li Qingzhi finally decided to spend some extra time writing two thousand more words every night.

With that in mind, he lit a lamp and began writing.

When Jin Xiaoye saw that Li Qingzhi was still awake at this time, she came over to check on him and saw him writing.

“Why are you still writing?” Jin Xiaoye asked. “How much longer are you going to write?”

“For another hour,” Li Qingzhi said. “Xiaoye, I’ll also write at night in the future, so I might go to bed later.”

“Do you have to write so much? Won’t it be too tiring?” Jin Xiaoye was worried that Li Qingzhi would tire himself out.

Li Qingzhi said, “Xiaoye, the Shen family’s business is paying me ten taels of silver for every thousand words. If I write two thousand more words at night, I can earn twenty more taels of silver.”

Jin Xiaoye was stunned before she spoke, “If it were me… I would keep writing until the Shen family couldn’t afford to pay!”

Well, that was just wishful thinking.

She couldn’t write at all; she couldn’t come up with anything.

Li Qingzhi couldn’t help but laugh at Jin Xiaoye’s words before continuing to write.

Li Qingzhi originally planned to write about one hundred and fifty thousand words for “Record of Fleeing Famine,” similar in length to “Record of Injustice.”

But now, Li Qingzhi planned to add fifty thousand more words to the book.

He wouldn’t write unnecessary things. Instead, he planned to write down his knowledge of water conservancy, how to deal with floods, and how to prevent and control epidemics based on his memories.

Of course, this couldn’t be considered part of “Record of Fleeing Famine.” It was actually a new book, which Li Qingzhi planned to name “Water Management Strategies.”

In fact, in this era, there were some books related to water management. The original owner’s father, Li Zhao, had collected quite a few and brought them back for study.

The original owner had also read those books and had a deep impression of them.

After all, Yuxian was a place prone to flooding.

But the knowledge in those books was not as comprehensive as what he knew.

Li Qingzhi had actually wanted to write related books for a long time. He had thought about writing “Barefoot Doctor’s Handbook” before.

He didn’t rush to write it because he didn’t have enough time, and even if he did write it, he didn’t know how to spread it… Now, he had time to write, and the Shen family’s bookstore was willing to print it.

He might even earn some more manuscript fees.

Li Qingzhi liked Daqi. Compared to the apocalypse, Daqi was really good.

But compared to the modern society where he had lived for eighteen years, Daqi had too many injustices.

He had always been dissatisfied with such injustices.

If his descendants or he himself did something illegal and were sentenced or executed, he would feel that they deserved it.

But in Daqi, he or his descendants could be sentenced or executed just for offending a powerful figure.

For example, Governor Zhang had been exiled just for offending the former King Jin.

What dissatisfied him about Daqi was also something else.

Simply put, the women in Daqi lived very poorly.

In the future, he might have daughters. After Li Damao and Li Ermao had children, they would give him granddaughters… He didn’t want his daughters or granddaughters to be restricted by a bunch of rules and regulations after they got married. Why couldn’t they do this or that?

After they got married, their husbands might even have multiple wives and concubines… Why?

Li Qingzhi had long harbored the idea of ​​changing this world.

Inventing some advanced things, spreading some advanced ideas, increasing social productivity, promoting industrial revolution… Daqi would sooner or later usher in a change.

By running a school, he also wanted to cultivate some like-minded people—not everything could depend on him alone.

Li Qingzhi had never thought about using drastic means to promote change; it would cause too much harm to ordinary

people.

War kills people!

He wanted to influence gradually.

Anyway, he had enough time.

Relying on his abilities, he could live so long in the apocalypse. In peacetime, as long as he didn’t encounter any accidents, living to one hundred and twenty years old would not be a problem.

This was even a conservative estimate.

In his original world, the last two feudal dynasties existed for the same number of years, which was 276 years.

In other words… he could live through half a dynasty.

So now, as long as he planted seeds one by one in Daqi, someday these seeds would take root, sprout, bloom, and bear fruit.

A brand new era would eventually come.

The scholars of this era valued loyalty and patriotism, but Li Qingzhi had never been a man of this era from the beginning.

The original owner’s family died tragically, and the original owner was arrested and sent to Prince Jin’s quarry… He didn’t have much affection for the royal family of Daqi. In fact, he was looking forward to the day when this dynasty would be overthrown.

Various thoughts flashed through Li Qingzhi’s mind before he continued writing.

He was getting a little carried away.

Right now, he still had to study for the imperial examinations obediently. This way, he and his family could live better, and he could do more things.

The day after Governor Zhang talked with the Shen family’s business, he received ten thousand words of manuscript from Li Qingzhi, along with a short message. He finally learned that Li Qingzhi didn’t send a letter the day before because he had a friend visiting.

After reading the ten thousand words, Governor Zhang immediately called his confidant and asked him to copy it. After copying it, he would send it to the Shen family’s bookstore.

The person who helped Governor Zhang copy it was the same person from Linhu County who had copied articles for Governor Zhang before.

Seeing such a thick stack of manuscripts, he couldn’t help but sigh, “Recluse Solitary is truly diligent. He writes so many words every day, and it takes me several hours just to copy them.”

It took him three hours to copy six thousand words, and today’s manuscript would probably take him four or five hours.

Mainly because he couldn’t copy continuously; he had to move his hands and feet, and Recluse Solitary’s handwriting was so good that he couldn’t bring himself to copy it carelessly.

“He’s already slow at this speed,” Governor Zhang said. Li Qingzhi’s speed in writing “Record of Injustice” was astonishing.

But that would harm his health. He hoped Li Qingzhi would write more, but if he kept writing so much… he would definitely stop him.

Governor Zhang’s confidant was stunned, and then the next day… Governor Zhang gave him eight thousand words again.

Li Qingzhi, for someone who could write six thousand words a day, was indeed considered slow. He could write eight thousand words in a day!