Protagonist, wake up

After feeling the collapse complete, Jian Zhu asked Xie Lang: "How big is the mirror now?"

Xie Lang gestured to him.

"So small?!" Jian Zhu couldn't believe it, it was almost as big as an opal, right?

"How did you do it? Do you want to try again and see if you can change back?" Xie Lang asked enthusiastically.

Jian Zhu immediately tried it.After a while he shook his head in disappointment and said, "It seems that there is no going back."

Xie Lang smiled and said: "It's good if you can't go back. I like talking to brother Lan Jue, so I can chat with you anytime, and brother Lan Jue will be able to go out in the future."

Jian Zhu couldn't help but laugh too.

Xie Lang hastily found a beautiful string to wear the small mirror and hung it around his neck. The mirror shrunk and was hidden in his clothes. Even if it was exposed, others would think it was a strangely shaped ornament.Then he ran to Mrs. Xie again and found an excuse to get a new mirror.The child protected the small mirror on his chest tightly, even if his mother wouldn't allow him to touch it, Jian Zhu could stay in it with peace of mind.

At the Chaoyuan Festival a few days later, Jian Zhu's eyes were opened.He grew up in the city since he was a child, and it is difficult to feel the pure folk customs, let alone the lively scenes of ancient times.Along the way, he was more excited than Xie Lang, so Xie Lang couldn't help laughing at him.Jian Zhu glanced at the child's flushed cheeks, and said wistfully, "There is no such fun in our house. Later, environmental protection even banned firecrackers. It's cold and boring. There is no atmosphere during the festival."

"What is environmental protection?"

"Kids, hurry up and play!"

Xie Lang raised the mirror and made a face at Jian Zhu, then hung the mirror around his neck and started looking for friends to release himself.Jian Zhu lay in the mirror leisurely looking at the colorful world outside.

On both sides of the long street, there were thaumaturgy and singing and dancing dramas, and those well-known and unknown performers all showed their special skills.At night, the lights are lit from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, and paper-made birds, animals and various figures hang on the poles, shining in the lights.Children shuttled on the street, laughing and laughing all over the place.

No matter how crazy Xie Lang is playing, he never forgets to touch his chest at any time.A friend saw it and couldn't help asking, "What good things are you hiding?"

Xie Lang stretched out a finger with a smile and made a "shh" motion: "Secret."

Lan Juan is his exclusive, unspeakable secret.

**

After the three-day Chaoyuan Festival, everything returned to normal.Xie Lang still obediently went to school as usual, the difference is that Jian Zhu is with him this time.It is no longer enough for Jian Zhu to rely on Xie Lang to practice his spoken English. Trying to distinguish Mr.'s spoken English in class will be of great help.At the same time, he can also attend lectures, especially as a sentinel when Xie Lang can't help deserting.Occasionally, Jian Zhu still has a strange sense of accomplishment in his heart - I don't think we worked so hard when we took the fourth and sixth grades in college!

After returning home, Jian Zhu looked at the tall books on the table and said with a smack of his tongue, "Why do I feel that there are more and more books..."

Xie Lang pulled the stool away as usual: "Dad is teaching me how to do things recently."

"Hey?" Jian Zhu was surprised, "Have you figured it out? Xiaotuanzi, you even lied to me?"

"Don't keep calling me Tuanzi." Xie Lang wrinkled his nose, "It's the closest. I want to try first." He picked up the ledger, read it and muttered, "Brother is also a cunning one, even my father was caught by him." Lied. Obviously capable, but always find excuses, hum."

"..."

He thought of something again, and said with a smile: "Brother Lan Jue, Dad introduced me to an old man in the collection industry. You and I will come to visit with me the day after tomorrow."

"it is good."

**

Xiao Xie Lang's interest in collecting antiquities also originated from an old senior.When he was eight years old, he followed his father to the home of the collector, and saw a miniature sculpture the size of a mung bean in the old man's home.On a small mung bean, the romance and majesty of the Prosperous Long Street were engraved, which directly shocked Xie Lang's heart.It was this miniature carving that started Xie Lang's enthusiasm for collecting.

He started to study and try to set foot in the collection.

When he first entered the collection, his vision was not as vicious as it will be in the future, and he was not very good at bargaining.Sometimes the antique calligraphy and painting that he paid with great joy only found out later that the price was high, and Xie Lang would be depressed all day long, and even Jian Zhu couldn't coax him well.Later, when Brother Xie found out, every time his younger brother bought something expensive, he would ask him if he had any good items, and then pretended to be ignorant, boasted, and then bought it back from his younger brother at the same price.

Jian Zhu never said anything, but secretly admired this good-tempered brother in his heart.

In this era, the imperial examination is the greatest affirmation of a person's talent, and it is the guiding stone towards an official career.But it doesn't mean that only those who pass the imperial examination can become officials. Every dynasty has the behavior of selling officials to sell nobles, and it is even more rampant in this dynasty. Even Xie Lang's father Xie Kunyu also bought a small official.Of course, compared to this, the Xie family is more famous for its generosity and kindness. It often donates a lot of silver and rice to help the people and helps the government build rivers.

But Brother Xie kept his distance from the exam just like his younger brother. He gave up this way after taking the first-level preliminary exam of the Affiliated Academy in the early years, and started a literary club with a group of idle friends. And friends in the painting and calligraphy circles.But brother Xie didn't have enough time to write poems, but Danqing was really good.The strange graphite orchids he painted are full of character with just a few strokes.

In this way, the Xie family's business will naturally fall more on Xie Lang.

Xie Lang then began to deal with the stewards of the clan's property and the cunning and cunning businessmen outside.But he didn't know how to do it, he insisted on persuading father Xie and elder brother Xie, dragging elder brother to share weal and woe.Jian Zhu asked about this out of curiosity, but he couldn't get the answer out of this kid's mouth.

Xie Lang suffered a lot at the beginning, and also made big mistakes.When he first started the business, he didn't understand the rules of money exchange, so he sold the Shisu that was mortgaged to him during the mortgage period, which annoyed the other party, and the lawsuit went to the government. In the end, Father Xie and Brother Xie came forward to mediate.

In constant practice, Father Xie taught them how to speak, how to bargain, and how to win the greatest benefit with the smallest sacrifice. If they made a mistake, they were asked to find a way to solve it by themselves.Although Xie Lang's solution may not be the best, but Xie's father will not veto it with one vote, but guide them to compare various methods, analyze the pros and cons, let them choose by themselves, and wait until the two children are about the same Then gradually delegate power.

As he got older, Xie Lang became more and more mature.

And Jian Zhu stayed in the still space, witnessing all the changes in Xie Lang and Xie's family over the years.

**

As Xie Lang grew up, Dong Xia also had undercurrents.

It has been more than 500 years since the founding of the Eastern Xia Dynasty. Unfortunately, the reigning emperors are all mediocre.By the time Xielang arrived, the power of the country was already in decline. In the north, there were the Uzu people, and in the west there were the Jusu, who were waiting for an opportunity.Moreover, the south of the south of the Yangtze River is still a barren land, and the south is the vast ocean.

A hundred years ago, a militaristic emperor emerged. Although he won many battles and successfully deterred the surrounding tigers and wolves with malicious intentions, he almost exhausted the efforts of the previous generations of emperors.

Over the years, Dongxia has been strong outside and middle-ranked, and the neighbors who were originally unwilling to give up have frequently tried to attack.Dongxia suffered a defeat, and the low-level cession of land and indemnity made people taste the sweetness. Now the enemy countries are making progress. Even the small subordinate countries that originally surrendered are ready to move, and the frontier turmoil is becoming more and more frequent.

Although the current Holy Majesty has ambitions, it is a pity that his ability cannot surpass his vision.Nowadays, the bureaucratic aristocracy is decaying day by day, and extravagance prevails.The power struggle inside the imperial court was even more fierce, with various factions intrigues, and the political situation was chaotic.Even the army was greatly affected, and the soldiers were sluggish one by one, not to mention the effect of actually fighting.

Although the Holy Majesty is determined to reform, but his character is gentle and his actions are not decisive enough. In addition, the reform has touched the interests of the officials. On the contrary, people have taken advantage of the loopholes. People are worried.

More and more common people knelt in front of the mansion with complaints in their hands, weeping blood hoarsely, but in the end they just died without looking at it.The bluestone steps at the gate of the mansion are soaked with the blood of the people who died unjustly, and layers of black and brown cover up the triumph of the adults.But the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and the good news is not reported, so no matter how strong the public grievances are, they will not reach the emperor's ears.

Today's prosperous cities are still singing and dancing, and the temples are whitewashed with peace in the world.The last afterglow before the darkness is about to dissipate, but the unintentional person is still intoxicated.The enemy's iron cavalry broke through Dongxia's exhausted border defense, but they couldn't break the peaceful dream woven by the ignorant citizens.

The building will fall.

How many more years can this country, which is full of acne and is about to be precarious, survive?

The author has something to say: Eastern Xia = Late Ming + Song Dynasty

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