After all, those who could often afford to attend plays or buy novels and storybooks generally had some surplus money at home.
Of course, some ordinary commoners also went to restaurants and teahouses to listen to storytellers specially hired to perform.
Compared with Su Yuxin's various advanced business methods and the things she had invented, Su Qiao's approach was actually not particularly outstanding.
Of course, that was only on the surface. When it came to its impact on this era, Su Qiao's method was much more far-reaching—and much more frightening.
One changed material enjoyment, while the other changed the spiritual world. They were on completely different levels.
However, Su Qiao had not gone too far. She had merely used various plays and novels to subtly express these ideas. Only some clever people could see through them.
And her goal was not to encourage women to rise up and rebel. She simply wanted fewer resentful women trapped in their inner chambers and fewer unjustly dead souls. She also wanted those women who spent all year confined to the rear courtyards, fighting each other whenever they had nothing else to do, to stop committing vicious acts like, "Today you stab me, and tomorrow I'll get rid of the child in your belly."
Why did women have to make things difficult for other women?
If you were capable, go make things difficult for men instead.
You shouldn't let your horizons be so narrow.
Xi Hanzhou, who had already finished reading all her plays and storybooks, both loved and resented her, yet found himself helpless before her.
He was wholeheartedly dealing with his brothers and handling the court officials, while she was causing trouble over here.
In the end, he could only sigh, *Why am I so unlucky? How did I end up taking