Ten Mile Room

Another year of snowfall, the temperature in Changhui County dropped to minus [-] degrees.

Early in the morning on the first day of the twelfth lunar month, there were huge flakes of snow flakes, one by one blinding people's eyes and ears.

But Zhou Songchun, who was wrapped quite thickly and was forced to go out when he caught a cold, sneezed a huge sneeze at the entrance of the alley, and then blew out two tubes of nasal fluid.

"Why are you so disgusting?"

Jiang Gezi, who was wearing a sacrificial robe, moved two steps to the right, and turned his head away in disgust.

Zhou Songchun twisted his nose twice with a handkerchief, and sighed helplessly: "Do you think I'm a statue in the underground palace? I also catch a cold and have a runny nose..."

There was a faint sound of gongs and drums from the back street of Sanxiang.

Zhou Songchun raised his sleeve to cover the snow flakes, and raised his voice: "There is something I want to tell you!"

Jiang Gezi tugged at the fur collar on the collar of his robe, and looked at him suspiciously.

Zhou Songchun took out a ribbon-wrapped invitation from his sleeve and handed it to Jiang Gezi. After handing it over, he shook his head helplessly, with an aggrieved expression all over his face.

Jiang Gezi opened it casually, only to find that it was an invitation from Dongsheng Villa in Changqing Mountain.

The invitation card probably meant to invite him to the mountain villa to enjoy the first snow and snow scene this afternoon, but the inviter at the end was Xing Xuzhuo.

It was him!

Jiang Gezi looked at the name of this villa with some irony. Most of the names related to Dongsheng on the earth were the big car shops in martial arts stories.

However, the name Gaier Dongsheng is still considered elegant, probably because of Xing Xuzhuo's Xu character, the rising sun.

That fat man really loves that person!

Who knows?

The gongs and drums for the opening of Sanxiang Back Street finally stopped, but Zhou Songchun was nagging dejectedly: "What should I do? That fat man is crazy, you know! He blocks me every day, I can't keep hiding? Damn me I haven't been back to Yijing Villa for a month, and the piles of official documents over there are enough for me to make it through next year."

Under the old locust tree, someone lit tens of thousands of whips again. With the smell of sulfur and the sound of crackling, Zhou Songchun sneezed a few more times.

His head was a little dizzy, and he talked a lot. He kept nagging until the firecrackers went off, and Jiang Gezi heard a few words clearly: "...I am quite concerned about one thing, although you don't like to hear it, but I should tell you, oh! It's your unlucky uncle... Guan Qiu'an! He seems to be recommended by a university and is about to go abroad for further studies."

Jiang Gezi tucked the invitation into his sleeve and asked him, "Advanced study? What kind of advanced study?"

Hearing Jiang Gezi's question, Zhou Songchun was also full of astonishment and said, "Wow, I was also very surprised to hear this. They told me, that guy~ is really amazing in IQ. In fact, the eight most difficult cards in the empire are related to projects." He has already obtained the quality supervision qualification... within ten months."

Jiang Gezi was stunned for a moment, but with a sound of gongs and drums reminding him, he could only raise his head and wave to Uncle Huang who was standing aside.

Today, the old men in Laosan Lane are all dressed up in a grand manner. All of them are dressed in new ceremonial robes. Among them, Uncle Huang is the most expensive. He not only wears bright silk, but also wears a wig and a hairpin. , and the mustache is also very neatly taken care of.

Seeing Jiang Gezi motioning for him to start, Uncle Huang smiled generously, stretched his wide sleeves, and felt chic and elegant, unmatched by Typhoon.

He climbed up step by step, went to the old stage, walked to the middle of the stage, first slapped He Mingchuan and the others' trumpets, then fed and tried the wheat for a while, and then... took out the written copy from his big sleeve The new rules of Laosanxiang began to read aloud to the neighbors and villagers.

This is an ordinary morning in Laosan Alley, tourists have not gotten up, and the gate at the entrance of the alley has not been released.

In front of the old stage, there are thousands of Laosanxiang neighborhoods, as well as today's new neighborhoods.

As of today, Laosanxiang only receives no more than 1 tourists per day. In addition to restricting the flow of tourists, there are more than 200 new regulations of Gan Ziye, and the general meaning is that, in addition to art commodities, , no malicious competition, no counterfeit goods, no price gouging...Please avoid this ten-mile area for ghosts and monsters, please avoid Jiang Gezi's territory for theft and fraud...

Even tourists are not allowed to come to this place to throw away garbage at will.

The new neighbors looked at the old neighbors in disbelief, thinking, are these people crazy?Why don't they care about what is read on the stage, they all applaud heart-piercingly?

Hey, didn't you hear?Commodities are not allowed to increase the price at will!Modeling for others is not a standard, and you are not allowed to sell food that has not been inspected by the health agency... Is this a silent agreement?Don't you eat or dress?

The people in Laosanxiang who were applauding also shot back at the new neighbors with sizing up idiots.

Why not agree?This was originally discussed by the neighbors.When it comes to business, who can be smarter than the people in Laosanxiang? Compared with the immediate profits, it is better to have a reputation that will last forever, and you are the real businessman.

It's useless to explain to you idiots.

Just like that, the idiot and the psychopath cheered heart-piercingly as if fighting each other.

In fact, Jiang Gezi's new rules did little damage to the profits of the new neighborhoods, because most of the new neighborhoods were agents of art exhibition halls and art shops.

And those artists who really call the shots don't wait for Laosanxiang's facade to pay for food.

In fact, it is normal for a famous artist to open dozens of art exhibition halls. Even for high-end artists, their works go to the clubhouse for auction. This place in Laosanxiang... To put it bluntly, it is for others to promote themselves Just a small window.

It took Uncle Huang two hours to read the new rules, and his voice became hoarse.

After he finished reading, he got off the old stage with the new rules in his hands, and led a group of invited yamen representatives, townspeople who testified, uncles from various streets, and old shopkeepers who had established households in Laosan Lane, and began to walk around. Wandering around the place where the river pigeons run.

In the ten-mile world, some of them wandered around, and now there is a three-lane back street, plus a small river of money.

After that, nothing happened to Jiang Gezi.

He just swipe his face.

As for the gang of old men, they probably wandered around for about two hours.

There are still ten days to go. In addition to the daily sacrifices, in order to warmly celebrate Jiang Gezi's return to the world as a demon, this old stage will be sung for ten days. Liushun, who is very famous in Kyushu, is invited In the hall, even Bailanhuabai, who has not been on stage for a long time, will sing for ten days.

Another: The messy processes above are all added by a group of old men in Laosanxiang who have enough to eat and have nothing to do.

Probably, the formation of those religious forms is probably like this.

More and more grand, more and more cumbersome.

Jiang Gezi watched the neighbors parade along the streets with Uncle Huang and the others, then patted the snow off his body, and walked home with Zhou Songchun.

However, after walking a few steps, they encountered the light of tomorrow in Laosanxiang, a group of penguins in Laosanxiang wearing beige coats and cotton caps, oh, children.

The children were swaying one by one, and they lined up to follow the pick-up teacher and move out of the alley.

Seeing Jiang Gezi approaching, the little ones all knew each other, so they stopped and bowed excitedly. Gein's body was too thick to bow, and several of them rolled down on the spot.

The pick-up and drop-off teacher scoffed at people dumbfounded, while those who didn’t fall down held up cotton gloves and bid farewell to Jiang Gezi with a dripping voice: “Grandpa, I’m going to school!”

Jiang Gezi waved his hands with a smile: "Study hard!"

After standing still and watching the group of little penguins swing away, the "old father" who was in a good mood showed off to Zhou Songchun: "Look at my little artists!"

Zhou Songchun snorted and said, "In case they don't like art, learn architecture like their fathers..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Gezi affirmed in an extremely firm tone: "Architectural artist!!"

All right!You have the final say on your territory.

Zhou Songchun looked at the backs of the group of little penguins dumbfounded.

In fact, he knows very well that starting from the reconstruction of Laosan Lane, from the life of His Royal Highness entering Jiang Gezi, from the Great Ancient Witch going from here to the Golden Palace, and from Jiang Ganzi moving the world, the basic buildings are different, and the future of these children will also be different. It's different.

Most of these hard-working children used to work with their parents, and most of them went to primary education schools run by enterprises.

And now they are studying at the Changhui Comprehensive Art High School, also known as the joint education school of the Kyushu Third Royal Art High School.

The start is different, how can the future be the same.

Because the art school campus is very large, the elementary and intermediate schools are built on Evergreen Hill, Jiang Gezi waved his hand, and bought an expensive school bus to pick him up, and even the driver on the bus was raised by him.

And the old neighbors felt sorry for their master, so they desperately sent home a pension.

He and His Highness used to support so many staff and staff, and spent hundreds of thousands of times as much as the two school buses, but what was left in the end, hey, it was tears when I said it!

Several teenagers catching the school bus ran out from the back street of Sanxiang. When they saw Jiang Gezi, they didn't care to say anything, so they hurriedly bowed and roared like they were running for their lives.

One rushed too hard, the snow was too slippery, and before he fell to the ground, he was pulled up from behind by the vines of the privet tree, hung in the air and sent out.

Probably out of envy, the other children jumped up and down and shouted: "Grandpa Shenshu, Grandpa Shenshu, and me, and me..."

Just like that, a few latecomers hung on the privet tree to send them out to catch the school bus.

Zhou Songchun looked at Jiang Gezi and let out a chuckle: "Well, Grandpa Shenshu, hahahaha..."

Jiang Gezi also couldn't laugh or cry, so is he already a grandparent?

In fact, it really is!

It doesn't matter whether it's Grandpa Duan or Uncle Huang, they are not from the generation of grandparents.

From the old stage to the back street of Sanxiang, Jiang Gezi had to say hello all the way, it was a short distance, and he had to walk for an hour to get home.

When he walked around to the back street of Sanxiang, he could vaguely hear the noise of tourists entering the gate behind him.

As soon as he entered the house, Qi Ren trotted, greeted him with a smile, and said, "It's really an eye-opening folk activity!"

Jiang Gezi tore off the fur scarf around his neck, and asked him with a smile as he walked, "Have you gone to see it?"

After he finished speaking, Qi Ren came up to help him untie the belt on his waist, and said in a good mood while he was busy: "Yes, such excitement is rare in Zhongzhou. You know, on the side of the Golden Palace I can't get in."

Jiang Gezi turned around with a smile, quite vain in his heart, but he couldn't bring it out.

The heavy robe was taken off, and Qi Ren whispered in his ear: "Sir Lei Chunyu, the governor of Changhui Land, Mr. Zhuang Jiude, the principal of the art college, and the president of the local artist association, Mr. Xingmeiren are discussing the matter. The hall is waiting for you."

The two Jiang Gezi above knew each other, but this beauty?

Jiang Gezi raised his eyebrows at Qi Ren, and Qi Ren smiled and said: "Xingzi's Xing, beauty's beauty, art... Ha! That old man is at least 90 years old, and his beard is so long... Ha!"

As a very calm Qi Ren, who even came out of the restricted area, it is rare for Qi Ren to use two interjections of ha.

The room was very warm, and Jiang Gezi changed into an old jacket in the side hall, and entered his meeting room barefoot.

Well, as soon as he entered the room, he finally saw what it means to be ha!bearded apricot beauty.

It was an old man with a white beard in his 90s. He was wearing a long black robe and a pair of glasses. This old man looked like Dumbledore with a bow on his beard, but his beard was absolutely Longer than that guy, um, he has three discounts at the table with that beard.

As soon as the three of them saw Jiang Gezi enter the room, they started applauding desperately, and even their old faces flushed red from excitement.

Jiang Gezi was taken aback.

Mr. Zhuang Jiude stood up and clapped his hands and said: "Oh, oh! Congratulations! Congratulations! You are so young and promising, and you are always brilliant! Congratulations to Mr. Jiang for winning the grand prize at this year's Kyushu National Art Exhibition! Your work has been To be selected to be sent to next year's art exhibition in Fengken, the world's art capital, is really a remarkable achievement!!"

After the old man said a bunch of congratulations, the pirated Dumbledore, oh, Mr. Xingmei took out a gold medal and a silver medal from the two boxes on one side and hung them around Jiang Gezi's neck.

After hanging up, he also gave a few checks.

It can be seen from the payable of the check that the largest is the reward from the Kyushu Artists Association, which is [-] guan, and the most shabby is the reward from the local street, which has [-] guan.

A few checks totaled more than 4000 yuan, so the job of art is really good!

Jiang Gezi looked down at the two cards, confused for a while, but at this moment, Zhou Songchun, who had changed his clothes, trotted into the room and shouted: "Win the prize? I said it will work!"

Jiang Gezi squinted at him. There were only two of his own works, one was "Lao San Lane in the Sunset", and the other was "Between a Thought".

So he asked, "When did it happen?"

He really didn't know when he participated in any joint exhibition, and the award-winning program was too much to deal with, right?Two old men for the national award?With another land consul?

Zhou Songchun walked up to Jiang Gezi, looked down at his medals in admiration, and then at the check slips he was clutching, he was so envious!

He is now poor enough to be a pair of pants.

Jiang Gezi stretched out his foot and kicked him.

Only then did Zhou Songchun explain: "Before you came back, His Highness told you to send you to the exhibition no matter what, why? You don't want to?"

Jiang Gezi shook his head indifferently. He received subsidies from the county, the state, and the art association every month.

Furthermore, he has a contract with Yu Dongchi.

After a group of people sat down after exchanging greetings, Mr. Xingmeiren casually took out another scroll from his feet, handed two checks to Jiang Gezi and said, "There is also an Encouragement Award for Folk Art Inheritance, which belongs to Mr. Duan Qijiang. I trouble Mr. Jiang to pass it on."

Duan Qijiang was the fourth brother Duan's name.

Jiang Gezi took the paper scroll and opened it to glance at it. From the print on it, he knew that this meant an encouragement award. Then he looked at the check. Well, at any rate, there were fifty pieces in total, which is quite a lot.

But this is too much to deal with, right?Doesn't it mean that the status of an artist is incomparably lofty?

Probably seeing that Jiang Gezi was a little confused, Mr. Zhuang Jiude explained with a smile: "It's a matter of fees. Recently, during the freezing period of our Changhui economy, we couldn't afford the fees to send all the artists to the competition, so we had to accept the awards on behalf of them." , where I was rude, I hope you can understand."

Jiang Gezi nodded when he heard the words, then tilted his head and asked Zhou Songchun, "Are we already this poor?"

How about the momentum in the Ewha Pavilion back then?

Zhou Songchun spread his hands with a wry smile and said, "In fact, that's how it is. Your Highness loaned a large amount of money for Beiyan's affairs. Although the contract was voided later and a lot of the money was returned...but they are still on the way."

Speaking of this, he said to Mr. Zhuang Jiude very seriously: "I heard that the teacher's salary for the first two months was paid by the teacher in advance. I really wronged you. Don't worry, before the end of this month, the money will definitely be paid. When it arrives, I will send it to you as soon as possible."

After he finished saluting earnestly, Mr. Jiude said with a smile: "It's nothing, Your Highness also has His Highness's difficulties, but today, I really came to find your difficulties. It's snowing in the twelfth lunar month, and the daily energy on the campus Heating bills, as well as some winter allowances from the logistics teachers, no matter what, I can't wait any longer... I went to Yijing Villa several times in a row, and they all said that you were not here, so..."

Probably because he doesn't often deal with money, the old man's face turned red when he said this.

Jiang Gezi was also very surprised when he heard this. He didn't expect Yu Dongchi's financial situation to be blocked to such an extent.

So he asked: "Changhui County has a lot of tourists every day, how can the situation be so bad? Didn't you say that you made a lot of money in Erji County?"

Hearing this, Zhou Songchun said sarcastically, "It's already reached this level. Why do you think I came back to live with you? In fact, the energy of the villa has stopped a long time ago... On the surface, there is a lot of money, but If the money goes into the public account, the tax payable must be deducted after accounting before it can be returned to the bank account...

His Highness's money was tied up by various processes, and even our Chang Hui's daily tourism income, after it was included in the finances, was stagnated in the account for various strange reasons and could not be withdrawn. Let His Highness speak to them first..."

Jiang Gezi blinked his eyes in extreme confusion and said, "Is it the matter of speaking first?"

Zhou Songchun shook his head with a wry smile and said: "Actually, His Highness is asking them to show respect, and they will also send a favor by the way, so that they can continue to be wicked without regret."

Jiang Gezi gained another insight.

After listening, he lowered his head and thought for a while, and asked Qi Ren: "Have you sent Mr. Lian this month's dividend account?"

Qi Ren replied outside the door: "It was delivered yesterday."

"Then take it all down."

Qi Ren agreed, and not long after, he brought down a small box from the second floor.

Lian Yanzi is a rake that can make money, and his master is a fool who has no concept of money at all. He doesn't even bother to go to the bank, so every time he gets a share of the bill, he randomly stuffs it into the box in the study until he can't put it in. No, just went to the bank.

People in the room watched Jiang Gezi rummaging through the box, and saw that after he turned the box upside down, a lot of checks from various banks spilled on the seats.

Then, Jiang Gezi also threw in the checks for the art bonus, and pushed those checks in front of Mr. Zhuang Jiude like he was pushing garbage, and said, "Mr. Wronged, no matter how poor you are, you can't have poor education, right, probably... there is About 180 million guan? Or 200 million guan, here! You spend it first, if it’s not enough, I’ll go to the bank to get it for you tomorrow, don’t worry, we don’t have anything, so we don’t need money!!”

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and said to Zhou Songchun: "You tell him, just keep dragging me... I'm here!!"