Wang Bingbing felt that there are still many nice place names in China.

For example, Yunmengze, this name is so poetic and picturesque.

And Chaoge, the name is so awesome!

Chang'an's Baqiao District and Weiyang District are equally unparalleled.

Another example is Jingzhou, which is still as desirable as ever.

Thinking in his mind, Zhang Lin, who was leaning on a pole and looking out, said speechlessly: "Zaozhuang used to be called Lanling. The famous King Lanling in history, would it be funny if he was called the King of Zaozhuang?"

Uncontrollably, Wang Bingbing thought of Zhao Zilong in Shijiazhuang just now.

Really, as soon as the name was changed, I immediately became angry!

Hua Ran shook his head and persuaded: "We call it obsessive-compulsive disorder that kills people. It's better not to think about it, it's easy to get wrinkles.

It’s a great time, let’s think about how to have fun, right?

OK? "

Turning to look at his girlfriend, looking into her bright eyes, Zhang Lin smiled and nodded gently.

Then he whispered: "There are four kinds of slaves in this world.

The first type is the Han slaves, who are accustomed to saying so.

The second type is the Manchu slaves, who are used to chatting.

The third type is the modern slave, who is used to saying "receive, receive, receive". "

After understanding what was going on, Wang Bingbing said speechlessly: "So, what kind of slave am I?"

"Foreign slave."

When Bai Ya said these three words, Zhang Lin smiled and said to General Yijun: "When did you get this mantra? It's still ok, is it meaty or numb?"

"I'm a beauty, can't I say OK?"

As he said that, he was so angry that he kicked him, but instead he staggered and almost fell down.

He dodged with a smile, and hugged his girlfriend with quick eyes and hands. Zhang Lin demonstrated his boyfriend power at the critical moment.

What she got was a slap in the face from Wang Bingbing saying "You are the slave".

Fortunately, patting it on the body was like scratching an itch, but it attracted the attention of passers-by, who all smiled involuntarily.

Under the dim street lights, no one recognized them.

After fighting for a while, Wang Bingbing sighed: "According to what you said, most people in this era are slaves.

Children's class groups added by parents need to be collected by teachers every day;

Social animals need to be recycled by the senior management, and we must also be recycled by the leaders.

We are just more advanced slaves! "

"You're right, we haven't broken away from the slave class yet, keep working hard and strive to become one as soon as possible (wink)"

Staring at her boyfriend with a grimace, Wang Bingbing shook her head and sighed: "The boy who once slayed dragons has finally turned into a dragon!"

"Look what you said!"

Rolling his eyes, Zhang Lin suddenly thought of something and said, "By the way, your uncle invited me to dinner and wanted to thank me for the hospitality."

His pupils suddenly shrank, and Wang Bingbing said hurriedly: "You didn't agree, did you?"

Tilting his head, Zhang Lin asked, "Didn't I call you?"

"I don't even know."

Spreading his hands, Wang Bingbing sighed and said: "They obviously have bad intentions. Seeing that I am not good enough, they set their sights on you.

Tell me, why did I end up with such an aunt? "

Thinking of what happened to Brother Dayi, Zhang Lin felt that his girlfriend's uncle's family was normal.

At least they are still related by blood. Not long ago, before times changed drastically, they could really be said to be a family.

Unlike the villagers of Brother Dayi, who regard shamelessness as their skill and take it for granted to get something for nothing.

Thinking about it in his heart, Zhang Lin gave some gentle words of advice and said, "I'll go see you later and have a meal. After all, I'm your relative.

What if they come to me for something else? "

When she wanted to think about how it was possible, Wang Bingbing finally endured it and said, "What if I really ask you for money?"

"No!"

Shrugging his shoulders, Zhang Lin smiled and said, "I'm not their cash machine."

"Then go and see him!"

Wang Bingbing waved her hand half-heartedly, turned around and walked towards the bridge.

The next day, Wang Bingbing rushed to the airport early in the morning and went to Jiangxi to participate in a series of news reports on the news channel.

Zhang Lin was invited to participate in the Song Yun Culture International Communication Symposium there.

At the symposium, the person in charge of the organizer declared that in order for Song Yun culture to spread internationally, we should continue to explore Song poetry and other Song rhyme cultural treasures, and use the beauty of Song rhyme poetry to trigger the common pursuit of a better life.

As for how to trigger the common pursuit of a better life?

The person in charge talked for a long time. Zhang Lin didn't quite understand it and was too lazy to listen.

He had only one thing to say about this kind of activity that he had never heard of in his previous life, an activity that forced Song Ci to go overseas.

No matter how hard it is to say it, it is better to be as down-to-earth as Central China Satellite TV.

In the final analysis, traditional culture still needs to be inherited by the Chinese people.

Isn't it more practical to make children fall in love with traditional culture and let young people participate in the spread of traditional culture than to make efforts to get foreigners to applaud?

If you want to get out of the cultural circle, online writing is actually a good way.

The output of that kind of values ​​is what is impressive and deep-rooted.

Just like the hotly debated topic on the American version of Zhihu recently, why does Huaxia Online take the murder of a whole family so seriously, and kills the whole family at every turn, even the children? Why does this phenomenon occur in Huaxia Online?

Thanks to the publication of Huaxia Online, the discussion on this issue is not low at all, and it is very popular on the US version of Zhihu.

What's more important is that many foreigners actually agree with this view. Those who have been brainwashed by online articles also advocate the "wisdom saying" that wild fire will never burn out and spring breeze will revive.

Of course, it is an indisputable fact that the reason why Internet articles are Internet articles is that most of them contain obscene content.

In fact, there was a rule on the ancient grasslands that when killing tribes, children lower than the wheel would not be killed.

The Central Plains Dynasty also had a rule not to kill underage children, which is recorded in Ming Dynasty records.

At that time, in order to maintain justice, people who were left behind after their homes were confiscated were generally exiled.

But in ancient times, the emphasis was on continuous human sacrifice. Therefore, the representative example discussed in the American version of Zhihu, Fang Xiaoru, was punished by ten tribes purely for slandering Emperor Yongle.

Fang Xiaoru formed a party for his own personal gain, and most of his party members were relatives and friends from his hometown.

When the final reckoning was made, people sighed: far beyond the nine clans, extending to the ten clans.

This is the reason why Fang Xiaoru was punished as a traitor to the Ten Tribes.

The real situation is that he recruited too many people in the Jianwen Dynasty, and in the end so many people were killed.

Then he himself did not expect that because he was not favored by Emperor Yongle, he would become a target for scholars to criticize Emperor Yongle. It was true that the dead were more useful than the living.

Back to the point.

Therefore, the result of this expensive activity is no surprise.

After listening for more than half an hour, Zhang Lin accompanied him to attend the opening ceremony of the Tiantong Zen Style and East Asian Zen Gold and Graphite Traces Exhibition "Song Rhythm Is Long-lasting, Calligraphy and Ink are Predestined".

This exhibition brings together 139 works, many of which are publicly exhibited for the first time.

Among them, there are 77 rubbings of gold and stone tablets from the past dynasties of Tiantong Zen Temple, which really broadened the horizons of Zhang Lin, who is half a cultural man.

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