After the person was sent away, Song Qingchao finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She took out paper and pen from her space and wrote down some of the things the server had reported.
When she met Hei Ying in a few days, she would bring this news to Xiao Guo.
Finally, everything was almost arranged.
Only when things gradually got on track could she plan for bigger things.
At this stage, the only thing she needed to consider was the matter of her space.
It was discovered by chance that after storing unregistered books into the space, the number on the fourth floor would decrease, and reading them would increase efficiency by double.
This was also why she wanted these people to read and write books.
When the population grew larger in the future and knowledge became widespread, the speed of unlocking would be doubled!
Since it involved making books.
It would inevitably involve the issue of printing.
Song Qingchao had intended to find the information by flipping through books, but in the end, she found using a search engine to be more convenient.
"Movable type printing?"
Song Qingchao became more and more alarmed as she read.
This technology not only shortened labor time but could also be used multiple times, truly worthy of being one of the Four Great Inventions.
Since she had looked it up, Song Qingchao might as well research each of the Four Great Inventions thoroughly.
This way, another night passed.
When Aunt Fang pulled her away from the desk the next day, she was a little dazed.
Aunt Fang just laughed at her for having ink smudged across half her face.
Song Qingchao indifferently wiped her face and then looked at the organized items on the desk.
After all, learning from books always felt superficial. If these things were to be put into practice, it would take at least a year and a half.
She wanted to find a capable person to try carving characters first, but no matter how hard she thought, she couldn't think of anyone who could complete this task.
In the end, Song Qingchao decided to take a different approach.
She rolled up the papers and hurried out, not paying attention to Aunt Fang following behind with a wet cloth.
Along the way, she saw the training team and the construction team rushing to work. She only briefly acknowledged them.
Zhou Yi, who was running, slowed down, puzzled as to why his mistress was in such a hurry early in the morning.
Song Qingchao's actions not only alarmed her own people but also those left outside by Bai You'an.
"Is Miss Song chasing us?"
"It seems so..."
"Then why are we running?"
The two people who were running hastily braked, "You're right."
Song Qingchao, who was following them, almost fell over. She leaned on a tree trunk, panting, "Why are you two running?"
The two looked at each other again, "We don't know."
Song Qingchao: "..."
She sighed, "I can't eat you."
Then she took out the rolled-up papers from her怀 and said, "Give this to your master. If he can find a craftsman, please ask him to help make a set of tools to try."
After one of them took it, he asked, "Does Miss Song have anything else?"
Song Qingchao waved her hand, indicating that she was fine, and let the two leave.
She watched the two men run faster than rabbits and inwardly complained. They were indeed people trained by Bai You'an.
When she returned, Song Qingchao was not in a hurry.
The snow seemed to fall endlessly, without regard for cost.
Now, walking on the road, the snow could bury her calves.
She limped back and bumped into Aunt Fang, who had come out to look for her.
"Mistress, why did you come out alone again? This old servant really can't keep up with you. It seems I'll have to have that boy Zhou Si follow you from now on."
She directly supported her arm.
But Song Qingchao felt as if she were being held up, almost tied with a rope.
This made her feel amused and helpless.
"That boy Zhou Si, although he talks a lot, he can at least keep up with your pace."
"Alright, alright."
Song Qingchao knew that Aunt Fang was genuinely worried about her.
So she readily agreed, after all, she had promised Bai You'an.
Moreover, after experiencing so much along the way.
The Zhou brothers were reliable.
Then she could also show them her strength, lest they think she was just an "orphan."
But she did not expect Zhou Si's reaction to be so great.
"Mistress, are you sure we're taking a risk tonight?"
Song Qingchao replied to Zhou Si as she tidied her night-clothes, "Fortune favors the bold."
She pulled up the black scarf around her neck, hiding her mischievous smile.
Zhou Si was just suspicious, but he never had the right to interfere with his mistress's decisions. At most, he could only persuade her, but whether she listened was another matter.
As long as he was there, nothing major should happen.
However, after they set off, Zhou Si's thoughts changed. If something were to happen, it would definitely be him.
With his mistress's agility, if a fight were to break out, he would probably just be a hindrance.
Looking at the graceful steps of the person in front, Zhou Si could only grit his teeth and try to keep up.
"Zhou Si, is anyone following us from behind?"
"No."
Then, Song Qingchao made a few gestures and leaped over the insurmountable fence.
By the time Zhou Si got out of Ling Shi Valley, he was still confused.
"Aren't there any patrols here?"
"There are," Song Qingchao explained softly, while also surveying the situation. "But we've already figured out their shift change time. Hurry, they'll be back soon."
Only when it was safe did Zhou Si remain confused.
When did the mistress plan this "escape"? She even figured out the shift change time.
As they passed a medical clinic not far from Ling Shi Valley, seeing that the lights were still on, Zhou Si asked, "Mistress, should we go in and check on Mr. Bai?"
He did not expect Song Qingchao to refuse directly.
"I brought you out tonight to do something important."
Zhou Si really didn't know what great thing his mistress was talking about.
But he vaguely felt that his mistress might have been hiding something from them all along.
"Let's go. I just hope you won't be scared."
Zhou Si thought that he had seen all sorts of things, and his mistress was underestimating him. He had also experienced great storms.
Song Qingchao certainly didn't know what Zhou Si was thinking.
She had come out today on a whim.
Although the nightingale's letters were confidential, she felt that some things were better conveyed by herself.
In addition, she wanted the Zhou brothers to get familiar with the place.
After all, familiarity made things easier.
They kept moving through dark alleys.
Although it wasn't very late yet, there were no people on the road, and lights were lit in every household.
Until...
Song Qingchao and the others reached the back door of Xi Yun Ge.
Song Qingchao pushed the door open halfway and saw Zhou Si still not moving.
"Zhou Si?"
She called out, but Zhou Si pointed to the Shui Yun Jian opposite, where music and dancing were in full swing.
"Mistress, I think I saw Mr. Bai."