Ten Mile Room

Jiang Gezi originally thought that his life was indifferent and carefree, with regularity and leisure.

However, he thinks too much, and life is always unexpected, giving people infinite surprises.

The story of Jiang Gezi leading someone to make a fortune quickly became an urban legend.

More than ten days later, his life began to undergo earth-shaking changes due to external factors.

I don't know since when, the place under the big stage can no longer be a good place for Jiang Gezi to watch the world's gossip.

Without it, as long as he dares to sit down, a large group of middle-aged and elderly song lovers will quickly gather around him in a short while.

Those people gathered in front of him to show their musical power, and tried their best to show their musical literacy.

It's also about money.

I am afraid that there is no power in this world that can stop aunt, aunt, and old lady from raising their voices in front of him.

Not only the old lady on this street harassed him, but also folk music lovers outside also found trouble for him.

Jiang Gezi was in a hurry. He used to do the daily tasks of brushing the game world regularly, but now he couldn't do it.

As long as he dares to be in a daze and just loses consciousness, there will always be someone around him to scare him:

"Hey... Jiaoniang's dream of spring breaks, and she looks at the scene and strokes her temples. My young lady is in full bloom, but she doesn't have a husband's family... This little girl is messed up, tenderness is hard to resist, my mother, the first spring blossoms just revealed, why are you at home? Acridine ho hehe!!!"

This section was like the sound of black Laos singing Kunqu opera suddenly heard in his ears, and Jiang Gezi was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his consciousness, and he almost lost his mind.

Looking back, it was Mrs. Qian who wiped the flowers and cheeks, and looked at him with a shallow bowl. She smiled and flattered her face and said, "Yo, what a coincidence, what a coincidence! I'm in the same mood today." Okay, hehe, the weather is also good, I was lucky, I wanted to sing a few lines just now, and you heard it... Oh, I am ashamed of the old aunt!"

Jiang Gezi let out a dry heck from his nose.

"Master Ganzi...hehe, when I was young, hehe...my mother, my old mother taught me so many songs! Let me tell you, I have the best memory, I remember it after listening to it once... At that time, I almost lost my career and became an artist!

You said, with my character, if I become an artist, can I marry that unlucky uncle of yours?Let me tell you, you are waiting at home tonight, and I will learn a few paragraphs for you, and you will be satisfied!Oh, Master Pole, don't go!I ordered this, your family is rich in shrimp paste, borrow a couple of taels to try it, it’s all your eldest niece’s fault, I told her to buy some yesterday, this unlucky kid forgot..."

Jiang Gezi numbly went back to the house to fish for Mrs. Qian's shrimp sauce, and after sending the people away, he went to the street again, and Laosan Lane became a music street.

That group of women didn't learn well, cigarettes and melon seeds would all come out in full tune, and their voices would rise to a high pitch when they saw Jiang Gezi.

Jiang Gezi was not feeling well.

How many days has he been hiding, why haven't they gotten tired of it?

He stumbled across the alley where the magic sound pierced through his head, finally came to the stage, sat down with a pale face, and murmured: "What did I do wrong?"

Immediately, someone beside me gloated and said, "You deserve it!"

Jiang Gezi was startled

He moved his butt abruptly, and looked down to see Team Leader Xue basking in the sun.

He patted his chest, and his voice was so frightened: "Xue Xue...Old Mister...If I don't bring someone like you, I'll be scared to death."

Leader Xue turned over and sat up, spit out a mouthful of foam and sneered, "Listen, it seems like you have suffered so much, you don't pity my old man, how many days have passed, how can my ears suffer? What kind of wolf cry is that? The sound of howling ghosts, just do it... You don’t even think about it. In the past, the dock workers worked hard for a whole month and only got five or six hits. Just hang out with your master, okay, one song is hundreds of times It's no wonder that the old neighbor isn't crazy!"

Jiang Gezi wiped his face: "You mean, I was wrong?"

Leader Xue pulled down his sleeves, sighed helplessly, and shook his head with a smile: "It's not your fault, it's because the road is too short for Lao Sanchang, and the neighbors... are all poor, who doesn't want to make a fortune and live a good life?" Now that you have money, you don’t complain anymore, listen to what kind of damage these dilapidated houses have become these days... Hey, I won’t mention it, it hurts my feelings!”

Jiang Gezi nodded slightly and looked at Laosanxiang in front of him.

That's right, in the entire Kyushu continent, the poorest and most shabby place is Laosanchang County.

It wasn't until Wai Xing Wang was exiled that these three places were connected with the outside world.

It was the external forces that brought some vitality to this poor old county, and made this stagnant place have a head start.

However, no matter how hardworking and hard-working the people here are, in terms of cultural background and people's knowledge, they are really incomparable and incomparable with other places.

The difference here is not a slight distance. If you use an example, it is like Xiangjiang and the mainland in the early 80s, separated by a river, and the two peoples have the same sentiments.

A full century of development is missing.

Such a poor place, but other things are in line with other places, such as the price of goods, the tuition fees of students, everything has increased, but Laosanchang is not a place where you can make money.

Don't look at Jiang Gezi as a man who doesn't care about his own business, he also feels sorry for the villagers in his ten miles, and always hopes that they can live a better life, so he thinks of ways to find some benefits for them.

"Hey! You have a good heart, but...in the future, take it easy!"

Leader Xue advised a few words, then half-lyed down and fell asleep again.

Jiang Gezi sat there with a numb face, staring ahead.

He thought, it will be all right, just like his mother country.

The master who sells soft twisted doughnuts walked by slowly with a big basket on his shoulders, and suddenly stepped back a few steps, stopping not far from him, facing a big pillar, and she opened her mouth.

Jiang Gezi hit the wall with the back of his head helplessly.

"The rooster is still in the middle of the night, my little daughter-in-law, I put on my shirt with tears in my eyes! Oops! My mother...a burst of bitter tears!"

Jiang Gezi's left cheek muscles twitched violently.

"Fourth day, my mother-in-law is scolding, my little daughter-in-law, I am shivering from the cold, oh! My mother... a burst of bitter tears!"

Jiang Gezi's entire face was shaking.

He stood up and left, Aunt Twist hurriedly followed, and her singing became more urgent:

"It's the fifth watch, let me start the fire, my little daughter-in-law, I want to make twisted doughnuts, oh, dear mother, my twisted doughnuts are soft and sweet! It's stuffed with roses! Made of sticky rice! Five cents a piece! Ten cents and three strands... My dear mother, it’s a big discount!! A handful of bitter tears! You buy two!! I’ve been singing for a long time!! Acridine hoo hee hee!! Bah!”

There was no way to get through this day, so Jiang Gezi ran away.

He managed to rush to the bottom of Evergreen Mountain, and before he could calm his wounded soul, he heard someone shouting at him: "Pigeons!! Pigeons!! Sheep! Sheep!! Sheep!!!"

Looking up, he saw Fourth Brother Duan running wildly across the field with a distressed expression on his face. In that field, there were at least a hundred sheep wandering freely.

The guy with bad hands grabbed this one and ran that one, and his body was covered in stinky mud.

Jiang Gezi had no choice but to whistle.

The basic animal-monitoring technique learned by the game shepherd.

When the sheep heard the whistle, they lined up one by one and came towards Jiang Gezi.

Brother Duan held his thumb up, panting convulsively. After panting for a long time, he finally came to rest. He opened his mouth and said, "Money is hard to earn, and shit is hard to eat! That's true! Hoo hoo hoo... Tired Death is mine!"

Jiang Gezi squinted at him: "Have you eaten?"

Brother Duan looked confused: "What?"

"shit!"

Fourth Brother Duan burst out laughing, and patted Jiang Gezi on the shoulder vigorously for a while. After the pat, he handed the whip in his hand to Jiang Gezi and said, "I'll go back and call people, and tell me to make money quietly. I'm not like this." Block material, eating shit is much easier than this!"

After he finished speaking, he also ran away.

Just like that, Jiang Gezi sat cross-legged on the boulder by the side of the road, holding a whip in his arms, facing the open space of the original grove opposite, all hope was lost.

In other words, should I look at the almanac when I go out today?

Kyushu doesn't have an almanac, right?

He was thinking wildly in his head, but suddenly there was a sound of a horn next to his ear, and when he looked up, he saw a long line of luxury cars.

Jiang Gezi raised his hand and whistled, and the sheep on the road wobbled out of the passage again.

When the car in the middle of the convoy stopped in front of Jiang Gezi, the windows in the car were rolled down.

Jiang Gezi didn't want to say anything anymore.

Yu Dongchi looked at Jiang Gezi up and down, and greeted him with a suppressed smile: "Where are you herding the sheep?"

Jiang Gezi nodded: "Ah!"

What do you want?

Yu Dongchi looked at the flock of sheep behind him again, and said without words: "The sheep are not bad."

Jiang Gezi said casually: "It's okay, do you want to eat?"

"Want to eat!"

Jiang Gezi stared at Yu Dongchi dumbfounded, not understanding what he was saying.

He tilted his head suspiciously.

"What?"

Yu Dongchi repeated with a serious expression: "I want to eat."

After speaking, he also kicked the front seat of the car.

After a while, the big and thick drivers got out of the car, and without saying a word, they picked a fat and strong one and threw it into the trunk.

Yu Dongchi still looked educated, he nodded politely, and said, "Thank you!"

Jiang Gezi sniffed and turned away, not wanting to see him at all.

The sheep struggled pitifully in the trunk of the car, its four hooves rattling.

Pity the paint on that luxury car.

People really left?

No money?

Jiang Gezi watched them go away with disbelief, and finally he thought, let's make an almanac for Kyushu.

In the afternoon sun, Jiang Gezi sat cross-legged on a rock and thought about life.

He was tired from sitting, and just about to stand up to relieve himself, he suddenly heard someone shouting behind him: "Don't move! It's you, don't move, that sheep herder!!"

What is the situation again.

Jiang Gezi turned his head, only then did he see a dozen or so people with easels coming down from the Evergreen Hill behind them, most of them were in their early twenties.

The age at the beginning is vague, because he has long greasy hair and a beard of Mr. Guan, not to mention wearing a free-spirited beggar's cave clothes, and his words and deeds still have a bit of unruly soul.

As he walked, he shook his long greasy hair, shouted a series of don't move, don't move, trotted down the mountain, and rushed to Jiang Gezi again.

It was a surprise.

Perhaps, he had never seen such a good-looking shepherd in his whole life.

Good-looking people are always looking for cheap.

The man stared blankly for a long time, until his students called him: "Teacher Shangguan, Teacher Shangguan, Mr. Shangguan..."

Only then did he suddenly realize that he first looked at Jiang Gezi's face full of admiration, then shook his head regretfully, then turned to his group of students and said, "Who brought the money?"

That group of students was obviously not rich, and they handed out a lot of odd notes from their pockets.

This Mr. Shangguan bowed his head and counted, and finally counted out two pennies. After reaching out his hand and handing it to Jiang Gezi, he said with a smile on his face, "Little brother, can I discuss something with you?"

Jiang Gezi blinked, looked at the banknote in his hand, and then at this... Well, Mr. Shangguan.

He nodded happily, "You said?"

Mr. Shangguan looked him around in satisfaction and said, "It's nothing, you just sit here and don't move, can you draw for us?"

Jiang Gezi looked down at the banknotes, and then at the group of excited students.

In fact, he didn't know that he was sitting here, with nature as the background, it was really beautiful.

Imagine that the sun is shining and there are no clouds in the sky, with green mountains and green waters behind, and the sheep are like clouds falling from the sky. The most perfect thing is that there is a little shepherd like a mountain elf, whose temperament is not polluted by the filth of the city, with enough The aura of the mountains...

What a piece of material this is!

Seeing that Jiang Gezi remained silent, the teacher stuffed all the other change into his hand and begged: "Brother, please, the first Taihua Art Festival is coming, we are all nearby I've been wandering around for three days now...you can just do me a favor, and we'll treat you to dinner later, okay?"

Is this when you are a child?

Just as Jiang Gezi was about to refuse, he caught another key word.

kindness?

Taihua Art Festival?

What Taihua Art Festival?

He nodded his head.

That Mr. Shangguan immediately beamed with joy, thanked him, and then said: "Little brother, don't move!"

After speaking, he ran back.

Under the sun, Jiang Gezi was still basking in the sun.

On the road in front of him, there are seventeen or eighteen large easels.

That greasy Mr. Shangguan took his students and began to sketch from nature.

Jiang Gezi sat motionless, but the other party asked a lot.

A skinny man with Lu Xiaofeng's beard under his nose asked him to smile, look up at the blue sky, and think of the good things in his heart.

For example, you will marry a wife tomorrow.

Thinking of your mother's size, Jiang Gezi gave this one a blank look, and still went her own way, whether you like to paint or not!

Probably seeing that Jiang Gezi was upset, that Mr. Shangguan started talking about his daily life without talking.

"Brother, are you a local?"

"kindness!"

"Where is it locally?"

"Lao Sanxiang, the one with the horn tail."

"Hey, that's really a coincidence. If this painting wins an award, I can enter the primary school of art, and we may be neighbors in the future!"

Jiang Gezi's eyes lit up, and he looked up at him: "What are you talking about? Neighbor?"

Mr. Shangguan changed a pen and explained to him with a smile: "I mean, after the Taihua Art Festival is over, if my work can win an award, I can be admitted as an artist, oh... you are lucky in this place , there are grottoes, and an underground city... No, it will be the best art capital in the entire Eastern Continent in the future. I read the blueprints they provided. Your Old Third Alley and a few old streets in the south In the future, it is planned to open a museum for artists, and if you say you are from Laosanxiang, then in the future, maybe we can really be neighbors!"

Before Mr. Shangguan could finish his sentence, a young student beside him interrupted with a smile: "Teacher, you are always so naive. Art Street can only be opened by artists. This little brother lives there, and he will also open a museum in the future." No neighbor... You can't ask him to exhibit his lamb at home? Haha!"

The laughter of these people was not malicious.

Jiang Gezi was a little annoyed, he didn't let me live at home, so wish you a home?

He said, "Why? That's my house!"

Seeing that Jiang Gezi was unhappy, the student stuck out his tongue quietly.

Mr. Shangguan hurriedly explained patiently: "Don't panic, brother, it's not that you want to occupy your house. It's just that the art streets all over the world follow this rule. Houses can only be used as exhibition halls for artists. Your city is small, and you have [-] exhibition halls." With various studios, this room is not enough...Is this artist?"

He suddenly spat in disdain and snorted.

"Those grandchildren's requirements are always strange. They need both historical background and characteristics, so I have to wrong you... But don't be afraid, in the future... your house will still be your house, and those artists must give it to you." Enough rent, think about it, when your Changhui County is prosperous, the price of the house will rise all the way, it will be much better than you herding sheep, right?"

"Yes!"

"You can go to school in the future."

"Yeah, it's a pity you don't go to school!!"

Jiang Gezi began to wander around the world again, not giving himself the right to open a shop, that is to say, beef jerky will not be sold in the future?

Damn turtle grandson, I ate Lao Tzu's sheep for nothing.

He was quiet for a while, and then began to type again: "This sir."

Teacher Shangguan raised his head and answered him with a smile on his face.

"Brother, tell me! But your hands and feet are tired, keep at it, and we will take you to a good meal tonight!"

"No, I'm fine...I mean, where is the Taihua dungeon you mentioned?"

Teacher Shangguan breathed a sigh of relief, picked up his pen and pointed to the ground, and said, "Hey, let me put it another way, some people are born to choose their mother's womb, little brother, you are blessed to be born in Changhui!"

Jiang Gezi pretended to be curious and innocently asked, "Why?"

Mr. Shangguan explained to him while drawing: "That was a week ago, when a member of our royal family in Zhongzhou was looking through the archives of the inner government, he found a marching record of the founding emperor."

"Oh?"

"It is said in that record that when the founding emperor of Jidao led his troops through Changhui, he accidentally strayed into a cave in Changqing Mountain behind you on a march, and found a book in the cave. The only daughter country on this continent, the handwritten letter of the empress of Taihua Kingdom."

Jiang Gezi slandered in his heart: "Damn it, not to mention taking credit, he even played in the Water Curtain Cave."

Mr. Shangguan's eyes are full of envy: "...In that handbook, Empress Taihua wrote that in order to resist foreign enemies and save the last women and children, she led her subjects to dig an underground city under the city of Changhui County for 30 years. Unfortunately, when the foreign enemies invaded all the way, the women and children in the city gave up the chance to escape and paid for the national calamity..."

Speaking of this, Mr. Shangguan raised his face to look at the sky, then at the ground, and finally sighed: "Poor generation of heroines, a royal city, a pool of fat and fragrant spring mud, if the daughters on this land were here back then, it would be another What a style, hey! It's a pity..."

Jiang Gezi thought to himself, you are overthinking, can you believe that a two-meter-tall Gaoke woman can slap your small body into the wall with one slap?

He didn't quite understand these artists, and when he saw this Mr. Shangguan mourning silently with tears in the corners of his eyes, he felt his teeth aching.

Not wanting to see bearded women chirping, he changed the subject and said to the students: "Then, you are also artists?"

As soon as he said this, the students suddenly laughed.

A girl with shofar braids smiled at Jiang Gezi with a crooked face and said, "Little brother, you think highly of us, us...we are unlucky bastards who are third-rate artists, but a qualification certificate is not enough." No, I’m still an artist... Our paintings are hanging on the street, and it’s still worth talking about if they sell for five hundred yuan, haha..."

They laughed together.

Jiang Gezi looked confused.

It was the same Shangguan teacher who finally explained to him: "Don't pay attention to them, they are teasing you... But, we are really unlucky, the third-rate teachers and students who are begging for food, who are short in art, are talking about us , we are from Chen Guomi County Short-Term Art Higher School, but our school will be upgraded in the future..."

Speaking of this, his tone suddenly filled with excitement. After he looked around at his students, all of them suddenly said loudly in unison: "We will be called the Kyushu Third Royal Higher School of Art in the future! Hahahaha!"

It seems that they are as happy as having made a windfall, and everyone is laughing.

Jiang Gezi had no idea where the joke was, so he could only twitch the corners of his mouth dryly.

The girl with shofar braids unloaded a water bottle from her shoulder, ran over and handed it to Jiang Gezi, then patted him on the shoulder and said, "You're scared! Hey, we've been like this recently, just get used to it... Love convulsions."

Jiang Gezi thanked her and refused her water bottle.

The little girl took another piece of fruit candy from her pocket and handed it to Jiang Gezi. She held up her sun umbrella and sat on the rock Jiang Gezi to chat with him.

Jiang Gezi asked her, "You don't draw anymore?"

The girl smiled and nodded: "Well, I won't draw anymore, I have the best sketch skills in the class!"

"Oh!"

Jiang Gezi nodded: "Is it a pleasure to become a royal school?"

The little girl nodded again and again, flicking her pigtails excitedly, holding the small water bottle up and down a few times, and said with a smile: "Of course I'm happy. Before the students from our school came out, there was a unit that did well. I spend my whole life earning a small amount of money, working hard to do background work for theater troupes and repertory troupes.

Those who don't do well can only paint portraits and mess around in the square park... Hey, there is no way!The school is not brilliant, I have been painting for a lifetime, and I don’t even have a qualification for the competition. Our school is not a national, a private, or a county private... It’s not even a state, it’s an unorthodox college, understand? "

I don't know!

But Jiang Gezi nodded pretending to understand.

The little girl continued to talk happily: "This time, the imperial family selected nine short high schools from Kyushu by lottery, acquired them all and merged them, and planned to build the largest art school in the country on the mountain behind you. This is like... ..."

"It's like, you entered the city from the village at once..."

Jiang Gezi interjected.

This time, the laughter of this group of people was opened, and they all laughed.

"Yes, yes!"

"My little brother's metaphor is very appropriate!"

Yes, for these late artists, the miracle of life is nothing more than that.Originally, I thought that in this life, I would be a mediocre craftsman at best.

Who would have thought that meeting a good policy of the country and meeting a rich man who is not short of money.

All of a sudden, it was as if a gold ingot had fallen from the sky. These days, they were laughing even in their dreams.

Jiang Gezi sat on the rock, quietly in a daze.

He thought that those people had quietly begun to use the power of the state to promote capital.

This powerful and unknowable force is silent, but it easily wraps up the fate of countless people.

Is it that person?

At this moment, he felt a little admiration for the one who ate mutton for free. ,

It's surprisingly fast!

He never expected that he was really doing things. He was digging the city, like a craftsman, using his rhythm to change the fate of countless people.

Think about it carefully, there are no mistakes or omissions in every step here. After 20 years, no, why 20 years... After ten years of nourishment, what will Changhui County look like?

I can't imagine it!

Perhaps this is the fundamental difference between the small citizens and those big families.

Even Yanzi can see the king's treasure, but the man named Yu Dongchi can create a new history that can last a thousand years in a city.

What about yourself?

After so many years, have I still been stuck in the sorrow of the past, unable to extricate myself?

Could it be that this life has just passed in vain?

The Shangguan teacher led the students for an unknown how long, and they didn't want to leave until the sun was setting.

Before leaving, he hurriedly gave Jiang Gezi a lot of jelly beans, a few packs of puffed food, and a small horse, saying that it would be for him to sit on when he was tired from herding sheep.

Jiang Gezi picked up the things dumbfounded, thanked them, and said goodbye to these people.

It took another quarter of an hour for him to sit on the new saddle before waiting for Fourth Brother Duan, who was out of breath.

Brother Duan brought about thirty strong men to herd the sheep.

Jiang Gezi looked at him in distress, and it took him a long time before he said, "Brother!"

Brother Duan scratched his head regretfully: "Hey? Brother? I'm really sorry, it's hard to find someone, and they just got off work... Hard work, hard work!"

Jiang Gezi stretched out his hand and stuffed a handful of change bills into his palm, and then gave him the Maza, and said, "My sister-in-law married you, I am so blind!"

Brother Duan scratched his head in a good-tempered manner and laughed: "Well, they all... say that!"

Jiang Gezi shook his head in distress, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Fourth brother Duan asked him behind him: "Gege, what kind of money is this? What are you doing for me?"

"Oh! Sold a sheep!"

"What? Just sell two guan?"

"Then there's a Mazza!"

Jiang Gezi walked a few steps and stopped suddenly. He looked at the sky and murmured, "Damn it, you've been fooled! Didn't you say treat me to a good meal? These poor artists..."