Live broadcast: My courtyard is a treasure chest

"What? Do you still have to go back to the courtyard?" Zhang Ruixuan doesn't want to move anywhere now, not to mention that the courtyard is also in danger now. "No, are you playing tricks on me, system?"

I knew that the system would definitely be unreliable, but at this point, Zhang Ruixuan had no way out. If he didn't bite the bullet, retreating would be an abyss.

[You have read a lot of Xianxia novels. I think you should be able to understand that I will be restricted if I leave my body too far]

So Zhang Ruixuan was inexplicably taken back to the courtyard...

"Why are you planning to go back now that you've just arrived?" Mother Zhang felt that her son was really troublesome sometimes, "If you hadn't come here for such a long time, your dad wouldn't have been attacked by those people. You've been doing this every day, Can you please stop bothering us husband and wife a little bit?"

After packing some convenient and practical pots and pans from home, Zhang Ruixuan finally returned to the courtyard under the escort of Zhang's father and Zhang's mother.

After the fight a few days ago, there were a lot of messy cardboard and firewood at the entrance of the courtyard. At first glance, it seemed to be in response to the sentence in "The Peony Pavilion": "It turns out that the flowers are blooming everywhere, like this All turned into ruins.

This is not the first time that Zhang Ruixuan has experienced what "things are different and people are different". But before he had time to think too much in his mind, Zhang's father and Zhang's mother urged him into the courtyard gate.

Crossing the threshold, Zhang Ruixuan saw the same messy yard. Seeing that half of the jujube branches that had not fallen to the ground a few days ago were broken to the ground, I felt a little sad. I couldn't help but think of the time when my grandfather was still here and he took me to beat jujubes.

At that time, Zhang Ruixuan could easily be satisfied with a lollipop or a date. There was nothing to worry about. He only had to watch "Journey to the West" with his grandfather in the afternoon, stop and sit on the rocking chair to get it. Holding Grandpa's exquisite big folding fan, I fanned Grandpa like the one on TV.

"Hurry up, you have to think about it. Let's lock this courtyard tightly and don't let anyone come in casually!" I don't usually see my son being sentimental, so it's not like this these days. , as if possessed by an evil spirit!

It's rare that Zhang Ruixuan didn't take over his mother's words one after another - now Zhang Ruixuan's only hope is to make a quick decision and quickly use everything at his disposal to quickly restore the Chinese people's memory of intangible cultural heritage.

"You are busy here, what are you doing like rushing through three levels?" The son took the thing in his hand, and Zhang's mother relaxed her hands, but listening to the sound of "ding, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang", My heart felt tight, "It's okay to do things day by day in a more orderly manner?"

Father Zhang was comforting Mother Zhang, and the family finally sat in Zhang Ruixuan's messy 'doghouse' without any danger.

[Host, welcome back]

"System, you little...do you have any conspiracy?" Now that Zhang Ruixuan heard the voice of the system, he suspected that there was some kind of pit waiting for him to jump into!

[In the current state, you and I will co-exist and die together. If we cannot complete this, it will be difficult for my world to survive.]

"Okay, where do I start now?"

[If you don’t plan to be fucked by your father, I suggest you start with your grandfather’s relics]

Zhang Ruixuan's initiative made the system very satisfied. It even helped Zhang Ruixuan predict the possible status of Zhang's father and Zhang's mother.

After thinking for three seconds with a frown, Zhang Ruixuan decided to listen to the system - even if the system tries to trick him again, it will be easier than getting scolded! What's more, there seem to be many stories in my grandfather's belongings that I have forgotten or have never known...

If possible, Zhang Ruixuan does not want to be a person who is criticized morally, culturally, and from all angles, not to mention that his family has such conditions, and there are endless treasures in the courtyard. Zhang Ruixuan also hopes that he can be a good friend of his parents. The image in front of you can change.

Perhaps, through this time, Zhang Ruixuan can really live a different life!

If Zhang's father and Zhang's mother had not experienced the previous encounter with their son in the courtyard, they would have thought that Zhang Ruixuan was mentally ill and that he was obsessed with playing games and reading novels. But now, the two of them unanimously chose to believe in their son.

Logically speaking, dead objects are not actually considered 'intangible cultural heritage' at all. Skills are, memory is the carrier, and objects can only be regarded as 'results' at best.

It's just that the system knows that if Zhang Ruixuan is asked to study now, there will probably be no achievements when the courtyard naturally declines. Therefore, we can only rely on Zhang Ruixuan's narration of the stories behind these "dead objects" to evoke the memories of the real inheritors and practitioners of intangible cultural heritage, and use their live broadcasts to restore the memory of intangible cultural heritage in the eyes of more people.

Zhang Rui Is there anything more interesting?

The old skipping rope was obviously not a useful thing. Looking through it further, Zhang Ruixuan found something like a paper shell with a strap hanging on it. Zhang Ruixuan couldn't remember what it was for a while.

Until he turned it over, Zhang Ruixuan saw the red and yellow face on the other side and recognized it as the Sun Wukong facial makeup that he had clamored to draw when his grandfather took him to play at the temple fair when he was a child.

Zhang Ruixuan tried to find the foam golden cudgel he bought at that time, but he couldn't find anything - but Zhang Ruixuan found his memory of the golden cudgel.

Not long after he came back, he got into a fight with someone using this semi-soft golden cudgel. As a result, he was chased around the yard by his own father.

Later, it seems that when I graduated from high school, I quarreled with my parents for no reason, and my father happened to copy this golden hoop again. It was scary. In the end, Zhang Ruixuan got angry and used the quality of the golden hoop to fool children. The stick was torn to pieces.

Therefore, it seems that many people’s childhoods have been broken by their own hands...

Zhang Ruixuan's eyes were a little sore, but he just remembered his grandfather's words, "A man should not shed tears lightly, because he should have sacrificed his blood and sweat for the country."

When I heard that sentence when I was a child, I sobbed for a while and wanted to laugh with snot bubbles in my nose. But when I grow up, I feel that it is just empty words. Zhang Ruixuan still resisted crying, because now grandpa will not appear suddenly, wiping his own tears, and at the same time using these words to educate the children!

[Actually, your grandfather didn’t leave these for you to make you sad]

[He hopes that you can still see it when you miss him. It’s also because his memory is getting worse and worse, and he is afraid of forgetting you...]

The system's comfort was worse than no comfort at all. Zhang Ruixuan had to throw his whole body on top of the box to avoid crying like an adult.

"Just say a few words, okay?"

As expected, the system stopped talking. Maybe it was because it really didn't have enough energy, or maybe Zhang Ruixuan's current state didn't require the system to worry about guidance.

After his emotions calmed down, Zhang Ruixuan suddenly realized that the facial makeup should also be an intangible cultural heritage. It would not be a problem to follow the painting by himself, so he immediately asked the system to start a live broadcast for him.