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Chapter 72 Opening the fifth live broadcast
"I didn't know Zhao Zilong before he was alive, who can compare with him after Zilong's death!"

Looking at Xinghe in front of him, Zhou Qiang let out a long breath.

Zhou Qiang couldn't completely see through specific things, even with stargazing.

However, based on the display on the star veins and his own speculation, he can still roughly guess some truths.

But Zhou Qiang is not very sure, but it doesn't matter, everything will be revealed tonight.

Zhou Qiang stretched his waist, put away the galaxy summoned by astrology, and walked out of the house.

Outside Zhou Qiang's door, Yu Xiran had been waiting for a long time with a lot of things.

This time, Yu Xiran brought professional live broadcast equipment, two mobile phones, an expensive mobile phone holder, and even arranged for a sound card.

Zhou Qiang couldn't help clicking his tongue when he looked at Yu Xiran who had big and small bags, but didn't say anything.

After seeing Zhou Qiang come out, Yu Xiran became a little excited, which was in stark contrast to the quietness before.

"This time I brought two mobile phones here, so I can shoot from two different angles, and the radio station can also edit better. In addition, the station director called me and told us that this live broadcast will also be broadcast overseas. It will be carried out, and this time the audience will only be more or less."

"The live broadcast on Lake Volga had a lot of influence overseas, but some countries didn't recognize that period of history."

Zhou Qiang nodded expressionlessly.

Yu Xiran stared at Zhou Qiang's eyes.

"Then... let's start the live broadcast according to the previously determined time?"

"There is less than an hour left. Where are we going? Are we going to the tomb of Zhao Yun?"

Zhou Qiang waved his hand.

"No, let's visit Zhao Yun's descendants first."

Yu Xiran was taken aback.

"Zhao Yun's descendants? Are there any more...in Laoyang Town?"

Zhou Qiang nodded and set his eyes on the north of Laoyang Town.

Laoyang Town is divided into two areas, the north and the south. The town in the south is newly developed and the real estate is new. There are also shopping malls, schools, hospitals and other supporting facilities there, and the transportation is developed and convenient.

To the north is the old town of Laoyang Town, where many local recipes are unique to the south of the Yangtze River.

In the past few years of Laoyang Town's development, many young people from the old town have gone to the new town, while most of those who stayed in the old town are old people.

At this moment, in the north of Laoyang Town.

In a mud house with a bronze statue of Zhao Yun in his home.

An old lady with only one leg left, sitting in a rocking chair and watching TV.

Beside the old lady, there is an old man who looks like a thin monkey, sitting on a small bench, peeling apples for the old lady.

At this moment, the old lady turned her head to look at the old man.

"Liu Xiao, what's the matter with you today, don't you usually go home early at this time, why haven't you left today?"

That old man is none other than Liu Xiao, the keeper of Zhao Yun's tomb.

A smile appeared on Liu Xiao's wrinkled face.

"Didn't the weather forecast say it will rain today? I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep because of your leg pain at night."

The moment Liu Xiao finished saying this, a rumbling sound suddenly came from outside the earthen house, and then a bolt of lightning actually flashed.

The old lady glanced outside the house in surprise.

Liu Xiao smiled disapprovingly.

At this time, the first channel of Central Media was playing on the TV.

On the first channel, there is a countdown interface with white characters on a black background.

This countdown means that the Guicha live broadcast will start on time. Looking at the countdown above, there are less than 10 minutes left.

The old lady looked at the TV and murmured.

"Less than 10 minutes left..."

"Liu Xiao, you haven't watched this show, have you? Since it's raining today, you can stay here and watch it with me."

Liu Xiao glanced at the TV and said expressionlessly.

"Is this show you're talking about that good?"

The old lady raised her mouth slightly and nodded.

"It's okay. My favorites are the first and third episodes. Those events are vivid in my mind and remind me of my brother. The third episode is about the battle of Lake Volga. Fortunately, the hero They finally returned to their hometown.”

"It's a good shot... My brother and the others, if they could have survived back then, maybe they would have crossed Lake Volga as well."

"My third brother came back once in the past or at that time. At that time, my third brother had already lost an arm, and his eyesight was not good, but he still tried his best to find me and asked me to leave Bashu as soon as possible... He still had to go with him. Convergence of troops."

"I was still young and not very sensible at the time. I said that our whole family is a hero, so naturally I want to be a hero. I don't believe that I can't help."

"After saying this, my brother fell silent. I don't know what he was thinking about, whether he was thinking about hiding under the Japanese pirates' gunfire with his head covered, or the scene of despair when he was surrounded by Japanese pirates."

"I still clearly remember that he raised his head with a vicissitudes of life at that time, and told me seriously that he is not a hero, and those who died are heroes."

"Young people of this generation don't seem to understand what China is and what their own country is."

"Liu Xiao..."

The old lady's voice paused, and then she set her eyes on Liu Xiao.

"Those who almost lost their entire country back then understand better the meaning of the word country."

"Are you right, Liu Xiao!"

"Liu Xiao, I just think I'm so tired. I've never been so tired. Thank you for coming today."

Liu Xiao didn't speak, but turned her head to look at the group photo of Zhao Yunxiang, then glanced at the sky, and nodded slowly.

At this time, there was another thunder blast outside the house, and then sporadic drizzle began to fall in the sky.

The cumulus clouds gathered and soon formed a downpour.

In the north of Laoyang Town, there are no street lights, only a few earthen houses, and the interior of the earthen houses is dimly lit.

Then, the time came to eight o'clock.

Audiences across the country are all excitedly waiting for the show to start.

Central Media's live broadcast official website was instantly occupied by barrage.

"Punch in...every day in front of the computer and wait for Zhou Qiang's powerful live broadcast."

"It's started, it's finally started, this time it's been ten days, it's long enough, I hope this time it won't be as sad as the previous few times!"

"I haven't digested it the last time, and the scene of the bitter love made me unable to calm down for a long time."

"Why is the picture so dark and there is the sound of rain? Was this filmed in a rainy place?"

"It looks like it should be in a small town around Bashu. I thought I would be shooting in a temple today."

"Recently, many short video accounts have gone to temples to gain popularity, it's disgusting!"

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(End of this chapter)