Ten Mile Room

Sunset, return to people, open-air small restaurant.

Leader Xue didn't know what happened today, so he took a pipa and sang a soft song "Magpie on Branches".

He has a moving song and a good voice, which suddenly makes the tenderness of the whole street miserable and sorrowful.

"Seven orifices are exquisite, Guan Yanque, and Furong's pink face and eyes are shining..."

"Bah!"

Ms. Mo knocked the beer glass heavily on the wooden table.

She pulled a cock from her throat!

After sighing, she casually removed her hair, took off the black formal dress with a stand-up collar, and pulled the legs of the two tight pants hidden under the short skirt that covered her hips to below her knees.

Can I still change clothes like this?

In full view, the lady took off her skirt boldly and threw it aside, and her two legs, which were finally free, were raised without manners.

Perhaps Qu'er was so sad that it drew out all her sorrows.

Her eyes were red and she said loudly in pain: "Brother! Have another drink! Your grandpa treats you!"

Deng Changnong, who was washing the cups, looked up at her, then at Jiang Gezi.

Jiang Gezi smiled and waved his hand: "Give it to her."

I don't know how much pressure today's work has brought to Ms. Mo. After three glasses of beer, this lady turned into a social critic and sneered unscrupulously.

"Those people! Hmph!... And build the best art city in the Eastern Continent? Oh, what kind of plague dreams are there in the blue sky! Look... oh, you~ look, what do you have, there is no sewer A dilapidated house, a dilapidated city, tossed and turned, just a grotto, what else do you have? Hiccup... By the way, there is also a stinky ditch, inspected by the sky, inspected by the sky? It is said that it is to see the progress of the work, driving people to death progress! Whoops!"

Art City?

What art city, is it not good to build a tourist city?

Jiang Gezi understands art capitals, like France and Venice.

But this is Changhui County!

How did it become a city of art?

Well, this matter...is quite interesting.

Deng Changnong brought another glass of beer to the table.

Ms. Mo drank it down again full of grief and indignation.

After drinking, he slammed the glass again.

They have been preparing for the urban transformation for two full years, and now it is all right. In the above sentence, the urban planning plan for thousands of people has been completely overturned, and everything has to be done according to that person's ideas.

This is a city, and there are hundreds of thousands of people living in this city.

These big living people have to eat and survive.

Change it if you say it?Have you ever thought about the fate of these people being dominated by you?

The Kyushu Transit Line has not been paved, and the National Highway 99 does not pass here.

This is an isolated city, and even the basic transportation facilities can't keep up, so it's still an art capital?

The above document is quite good, and I will give you enough funds.

The problem is, according to Gail's rules, an art city must have at least [-] licensed artists.

Don't say three hundred?

There are no more than [-] artists to be scanned, and most of the local artists are also in other places, preparing for various types and levels of art competitions every year, and they will not come back.

What else is there to dig deep into the local historical connotation, create an artistic main line, connect the historical treasures of the city, and build the largest art core in the Eastern Continent in ten years.

Ah ha ha!treasure?Is there?

really interesting!

What's wrong with Chang Hui?

Busy to and fro, another month, read countless government annals, and folklore...

This is a passing city!

Soldiers pass by here, saint monks pass by here, adventurers go out to sea, board a ship here, and then what?

Gone!

Apart from the unsolved mystery of the Evergreen Grottoes, what else is there?

Where is the artistic core of this city?

This broken place is closed because of the foreign surname Wang. There is no heavy industry, and the light industry is all supported by old small businesses.

What?

Also build the brightest pearl in the Eastern Continent, a world-class art capital?

Ah ha ha!

Ms. Mo's wine was not good, she drank three cups, she slapped the table with her hands, and cried and complained: "Five years of basic, five years of middle school, broke the family, broke the short high, got a loan test for qualifications... just for this I have dedicated my entire youth with a broken twenties, what am I trying to do? Tell me! Why am I here?"

She suddenly pulled up Jiang Gezi's sleeve, tearfully aggrieved: "Tell me, what am I doing every day? See you...you can set a goal at random, a plan for today, a plan for tomorrow, the core, The core...the core of motherfuckers, there are stinky ditches in this broken place of yours, let's build a capital of mosquitoes! You have a lot of mosquitoes!"

Jiang Gezi, who wanted to follow the rules of the earth and find a rich company for some benefits, regretted it.

This lady doesn't taste very good!

However, that core... is not without it.

If it has the same meaning as the art on the earth, the local area still has its core.

Jiang Gezi said a few words calmly, but Ms. Mo was not prepared to hide it. Everyone already knew these things.

Half of the land in Sanchang County is owned by the nobleman in Shangjing. He wants to connect his land with other lands in the county to create a world-class art capital.

This idea is good, but the problem is that he didn't choose a good place.

The third son of Changjun really doesn’t need anything, he doesn’t even have minerals here, he’s full of money, there are seven or eight gypsum mines here, and this thing has low social demand and no economic benefits, okay?

what else?

Oh, and a mountain range, a stinking ditch of fresh water.

What's more, Laosanchang has been a dangerous place for military strategists since ancient times, and there are often wars, and there are several war sites that can still be listed in history books.

That nobleman is not easy to provoke, and most of the land here is his territory. The local small aristocratic family usually cannot find a way to curry favor with the nobleman, and now he is finally able to cling to him. To please.

This is a pain for Ms. Mo, a down-to-earth grassroots employee. For someone's illusory dream, thousands of people circle around a broken plan every day, wandering around like flies, looking for someone who they don't even know. The core of what.

The class gap made people like Ms. Mo with high qualifications a little uncomfortable, but if they wanted to survive, they had to compromise.

Ms. Mo counted her fingers and said with a smile, "Come on, shitty art city, my sister will make a plan for you, we... don't have to do anything! Just build a five-meter-high wall and clean up this broken place." Yiwei, it’s enough to put you at the door to sell tickets, Mr. Pole... Haha, tell me!! Is my method good? Tell me! Okay!"

Jiang Gezi clapped his hands indifferently, and said, "Okay! I'm willing to do this... You see, how much is the ticket price, and how much can I share?"

When Ms. Mo heard this, she looked up and thought seriously for a while, then she stretched out her hand, supported Jiang Gezi's chin, looked around, nodded, and answered very firmly: "Stop talking consistently!!"

Jiang Gezi also drank a lot with her. If a lady has one drink, he needs two drinks to be a gentleman, so he slapped the table a little drunk, and echoed with a smile: "Okay! It's sold!!"

Ms. Mo also patted the table and said, "Okay! Have fun! I will sign a contract with you tomorrow!!"

These two people were making a lot of noise, but they didn't want to. A group of people came quietly from the side of the street. After the two leaders walked to the side of the stage, they stood in the shadows and did not leave.

Yu Dongchi stood a little disappointed, and it took him a long time to say to Zhou Songchun who was following him: "But... I was wrong again, I didn't expect their opinions to be so big."

Zhou Songchun looked over there with a gloomy face, and when he heard that Yu Dongchi was unhappy, he gently persuaded him: "Could it be like your elder brother who turned the fief into a mining area full of tiankengs? They can't see your How does the world understand what you are doing?"

Insignificant places and insignificant people, why bother to get angry because of these people's ideas and opinions, it is really wrong.

When it was completely dark, Lin Yuanchun plugged in the electricity from the basement, pulled a long wire, and surrounded the open-air shop with a circle of bright light bulbs.

Ms. Mo's crying was completely relieved. She had been in the drinking place all year round, and she also became depressed because of the alcohol. The alcohol came and went quickly.

After venting her anger, she took two brand new two-pound bills from the small bag beside her and threw them on the table, then lowered her two fingers and hung her high-heeled shoes, her bare feet were wobbly, and she left up.

As she walked, she also sang: "...the ghosts of bones and fire on the battlefield are lingering, the disabled soldiers look at the pagoda with their sticks, and the magpies go to the pool to summon their souls. Why don't you see me? , summoning banners and horses to call you... The isolated city is full of armor and armor, and Chang Shan is weeping to death..."

This woman has a very high IQ, after listening to it once, she will know it!

Jiang Gezi picked up the unfinished salted peanuts on the table, and threw them into his mouth one by one to pass the time. He was eating moist, but he didn't want to, a group of people quietly wanted to pass by him.

Seeing these people, Jiang Gezi was immediately happy.

He stood up with his hands on the table, and suddenly shouted: "Hey! Who is that! I saw you!"

By coincidence, Yu Dongchi felt that someone was calling him.

He stopped and turned around.

Jiang Gezi tilted his mouth, licked his lower lip, raised his eyebrows and said to him, "What a coincidence!"

Yu Dongchi didn't go over, just nodded.

Jiang Gezi beckoned, "Come here, I'll buy you a drink."

Zhou Songchun felt that this person was very rude, and was about to step forward to reprimand him.

But he didn't want to, Jiang Gezi said again with his head crooked: "Why don't you buy me a drink, I won't drink yours for nothing, I'll sell you a core, do you think it's good?"

core?

Leader Xue stopped the pipa suddenly, stood up slowly, picked up his blind stick, touched the ground and left.

This group of people was so powerful that they didn't look like someone to be provoked at first glance, so the drinkers settled their bills silently, stood up quietly and left.

Sell ​​yourself a core?

Yu Dongchi didn't know whether to laugh or say something.

He walked up to Jiang Gezi and sat down slowly.

Not long after, Deng Changnong brought out a set of thin-bore tooth porcelain from the basement that Grandpa Xue didn't often use.

He didn't know how to make tea, so he put down the tea set and left.

Not long after, Lin Yuanchun jogged to bring over two packets of Laosanxiang dim sum wrapped in straw paper, one was a blessing cake, the other was a crisp.

Laosanxiang is poor, and Mr. Ganzi can't lose his dignity in the street when he entertains guests. Tea and snacks are still affordable.

The iron kettle was bubbling and bubbling on the small charcoal stove.

Jiang Gezi didn't speak, and Yu Dongchi sat opposite him in an unhappy mood.

It wasn't until the tea boiled three times that Yu Dongchi picked up the iron pot and poured it back and forth on the cup three times before he asked, "How did you know that I would buy your core?"

Jiang Gezi supported his neck, tilted his face to look at Uncle Huang standing at the corner not far away.

The old man didn't go out recently, and he didn't know what happened today, but he was peeping over there.

Perhaps the neighbors knew that he had drunk and were afraid that he would suffer.

Jiang Gezi shook his head with a smile, turned his face and said to Yu Dongchi: "You will definitely buy it!"

Yu Dongchi looked at Jiang Gezi with all his plans. They had met three times, and every time they met, the feeling was a little hard to describe.

This guy is also interesting today, he is not wearing old shirts, but he is wearing a set of sportswear that is still popular in Zhongzhou. The brand is Shilong's brand. He knows who owns this brand, and he also knows that it is still doing well. .

But this man has taken the basic temperament of the clothes completely away, because he is wearing a pair of coarse cloth shoes with the bottom of a thousand nanometers.

There was also a patch on the heel of the shoe.

Are you sure you will buy it?Does he know what he wants to do?

Yu Dongchi shook his head amusedly, he felt that he could just sit down and give this kid who had a good impression a little face, because he couldn't reason with the person in front of him.

Jiang Gezi sighed helplessly, art, isn't it art!

Who has not seen art!

He comes from a family of artists!

His grandfather's family sells skewers in the Town God's Temple.

The artwork at home is much older!

All kinds of skewers!

Little King Kong, bodhi root, red sandalwood, thuja...

He is a man of God with two-ball knowledge.

Isn't it just a few hundred pennies to break up, he doesn't believe that he can't come here.

Jiang Gezi tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and said in a relaxed tone, "Why, don't you believe me?"

Zhou Songchun pouted and interjected: "Trust you? Do you know what we do?"

Jiang Gezi nodded: "I know, I saw that fat man during the day, and if you see him, you're not far away! You're in the same group, right! Isn't it the city of art? You'll be embarrassed."

"Tsk tsk! Listen to your kid's tone, isn't it a city of art? Please explain to me what the word art means..."

Yu Dongchi glanced at Zhou Songchun, and Zhou Songchun immediately stopped talking.

Jiang Gezi blinked, picked up the teacup, looked around and said: "Art... the cup in front of me can also be classified as pottery art. In my heart, art is not fixed, and there is no generally accepted definition. Calligraphy, painting, literature, All works that pursue the ultimate beauty and the meaning of emotional expression can be defined as art, you ask me what is art? First of all, this question is wrong.”

Zhou Songchun was really startled.

Yu Dongchi liked it, so he naturally wanted to go through Jiang Gezi's information.

In his eyes, this is really just like what he said, the adopted son of a butcher, a vulgar child who has no knowledge and only relies on force to survive in the world.

This is a bit interesting.

Yu Dongchi picked up the teapot, poured another cup of tea for Jiang Gezi, and said, "Don't bother with him. If that's the case, tell me first, what exactly is the core you want to sell?"

Jiang Gezi picked up the cup, shook the tea soup left and right, and said as he swayed: "It is reasonable, what you do is none of my business, but who told me to be poor! Our neighborhood is also poor... because of you These foreign elders have caused a demolition, and we old and young masters have to move out of the old house and be separated, and now we can’t even afford to break up..."

Before Jiang Gezi could finish his sentence, Zhou Songchun suddenly interrupted with disgust: "Do you want money! Why are you talking so much? Just say, how much do you want?"

Jiang Gezi was a little upset, so he squinted at Zhou Songchun, thinking, what does this bastard mean, and kept interrupting.

His eyes were shining brightly, and he felt awkward and embarrassed when he saw Zhou Songchun all the time.

Not far away, the old pole under the glass cover vibrated a few times inexplicably.

Yu Dongchi and the others heard it, and so did the old neighbors.

This is the master pole is angry!

Yu Dongchi knocked down the table lightly with his teacup, Zhou Songchun stood up, took two long breaths, then sat down again, stretched out his hand and pushed the thick spot in front of Jiang Gezi, and forced out a grim smile to apologize: "It was my slip of the tongue, I will apologize to you!"

Jiang Gezi shook his head indifferently: "It's okay, I'll just raise the price for you. I don't have much experience, so I feel that this person has three pains. Is this the first pain? It's a waste of money. I have two cores." Selling it to you would have cost a few hundred bucks. After all, if there is a day when our Changhui County will become the capital of art, the children and grandchildren will not have to worry about employment. What you have done is a good deed. Son, I wanted to fulfill your wish..."

"You don't have to perfect me, just talk about your, um, core!"

Yu Dongchi's tone was as calm as ever, and he couldn't hear any emotion, nor could he feel his heart.

Jiang Gezi clicked his mouth, and threw a piece of dim sum into his mouth. After chewing, he took the residue of the dim sum around his mouth, raised three fingers and said, "Two clues to your core, in exchange for three things. "

Yu Dongchi nodded: "What?"

Jiang Gezi pointed to the old theater not far away and said, "This is the first one. I want the property rights here."

Yu Dongchi nodded: "What else?"

A place the size of a sesame seed, he will give it if he likes it, as long as the child is happy.

"Secondly, when our city is prosperous in the future, the section of Yuanbao River behind Laosanxiang will be owned by me."

Yu Dongchi still nodded painfully: "As you like, I will give you tax exemption."

"Thank you! This is the third one, a thousand coins in cash."

"that's it?!"

Yu Dongchi was so old, it was the first time someone asked him for such an insignificant thing.

An old stage, a section of the river in the stinking ditch, and a meager one thousand pennies, which is not a lot to him?

Is that all?

Zhou Songchun laughed suddenly on the sidelines. While he secretly despised himself for making a fuss, he laughed at Jiang Gezi's ignorance, but he didn't know that he had missed the greatest opportunity in life.

"...Is that all you need?"

Yu Dongchi asked again in disbelief.

Jiang Gezi nodded: "Yes, that's all I need."

Yu Dongchi said in a good mood: "Succeed, you are allowed, then, tell me about your... core, remember, there are two cores, otherwise, I will really suffer."

Jiang Gezi gave him a blank look, which made his heart tremble.

"He Mingchuan!"

Jiang Gezi shouted to the corner of the stage.

He Mingchuan walked over slowly leaning on a cane, lowered his head and asked, "Master Gan, did you call me?"

Jiang Gezi nodded: "Yes, go and call your grandma, and tell her that you need to find her to get rich!"

Get rich?

He Mingchuan looked around in confusion.

Deng Changnong was anxious over there, so he said, "Hurry up! The grandma is over there at Xiaoting... Forget it, I'll go, you can take care of me when you come back."

After finishing speaking, Deng Changnong trotted away, and after a while, he trotted over with Mrs. He in his arms.

The old lady managed to stand still, and looked at the two nobles and Master Ganzi with blind eyes.

She said in a trembling tone: "I...I said Master Ganzi, you always..."

Jiang Gezi was afraid of frightening the old lady, so he quickly explained: "Don't panic, it's nothing to do with your grandson, I'm looking for you."

Only then did the old lady calm down, and she gasped for a while before asking: "Then, what's the matter? I don't know anything! I didn't see anything, what do I know!"

Jiang Gezi helped her sit down and said, "Old lady, I called you here to ask you to sing a song..."

"What? Sing a song? That's not going to happen... My man can do it, but he's dead. Isn't that the leader Xue? He also sings well, Grandpa Xue. Why did you come to me? It's okay!"

The old lady repeatedly waved her hands and refused.

Jiang Gezi poured her a glass of water, and comforted her while feeding her: "Don't be afraid, it's okay, you really don't want to sing?"

The old lady took the cup and drank it by herself before saying, "I can't! Isn't this embarrassing me?"

Jiang Gezi pointed at Zhou Songchun: "But this nobleman said that he will give you twenty chants for a piece of music!"

What?Twenty!

The old lady put the cup down abruptly, wiped her mouth with a hand, and the smile on her face was sincere.

She said: "My lord, what do you always listen to, but I can sing everything."

Zhou Songchun looked at Jiang Gezi with an indescribable look.

Jiang Gezi pursed her lips and smiled, patted the old lady on the back and said, "Old lady, the Fourteenth Lane where you hum every day while making shoes, sounds good to me, so you can sing that one."

Hi!The old lady thought it was so difficult. She has been humming this song all her life.

She opened her mouth to sing.

But I heard Jiang Gezi give another order to Deng Changnong: "Go to my door and bring me the manhole cover."

Deng Changnong was taken aback for a long time before he nodded and trotted away.

The moonlight rubbed against the clouds and slowly climbed to the top of the crescent moon.

Old Mrs. He sat on a chair and sang along with a trembling voice.

Her lyrics are like this: "Little darling, listen to me, you are living in God...God...God..."

Jiang Gezi wiped his face: "Old lady, from the end of Fourteenth Lane..."

"Oh, fourteen alleys, fourteen alleys... look at the jade vases in Changhui, fourteen lines under the lotus pedestal... after the dawn of spring, there is a hundred tea fragrance, and there is a Buddha spirit in front of the pagoda pavilion, alas... Zhu Jiafei came to spend swallows, and reported Listen to Kuixing No. [-] Scholar, carmine is red at the entrance of Wutong Alley, and there are jade men in Wisteria Alley. The No. [-] scholar shakes his spirits when he hears it. Bottle, the big man with oxtail is so strong, the Shangong cabinet is pulled up from the ground, Yuexi fruit buys nine catties, and the high-pitched sound of Longcheng sounds, the champion is going to welcome you, hey..."