Ten Mile Room

The Wonderful Journey of Mr. Mu's Family ([-])

55-year-old Mr. Mu Zhuo and his partner, Ms. Xin Ruqing, brought their four children from Zhongzhou to Changhui to participate in the first Changhui Art Competition.

Among the four children in this family, the eldest is 31 years old and the youngest is 15 years old. There are three sons and one daughter. Two of them took their father's surname and two took their mother's surname.

In Gail, when you meet such a family, you can easily infer that this is a bonded family with shared responsibilities.

In such a family, both parties to the contract share all the expenses and responsibilities of living expenses, family obligations, raising children, and supporting the elderly of both parties.

Although in the ancient social system, only the poor would form a bond like this, the middle class in modern society have discovered that such a family and marriage structure is actually the healthiest and most balanced.

At the very least, you won’t come home after a tiring day, and just as you walk in, you’ll see a disheveled congregation, nagging at you and disgusting you for earning less, cooking less, eating more, and not knowing style…

In the past 50 years, more and more bonded families with equal responsibilities have become the mainstream of society.

Moreover, one advantage in Gale's world is that men and women have never been equal, so it will give birth to such a family form.

But this is not absolute, it mostly occurs in cities with superior education, social welfare, and living environment.

Like Lao San Chang, to be honest, it is actually a little conservative.

When they came, Mr. Mu's family got enough information brochures, although they also introduced the natural scenery and urban life status of Changhui County.

However, Mr. Mu's family, who had all the preparations, arrived in Changhui, they were still frightened by the dilemma of only one road and two airship stations in Changhui County.

This is really a rural place that only exists in novels!

This poor family has been stranded in the sky with the airship for eleven hours because the airship couldn't land.

Just after getting off the airship, when they saw the reception hall built with simple boards and the reception points that were erected simply, the mood of this family was not beautiful, it could even be said to be terrible.

Mr. Mu, 55 years old, has a rigorous and serious nature. From this moment on, he gave Chang Hui's art competition a big cross in his heart, and he even talked about his plans with a deadpan face.

He said: "Now that you're here, let's accept the reality! I'll go and see if there is a return trip there, and we will try our best to apply for the first batch to leave... As for our votes this year? Just abstain! This place is simply too Too bad, I really can't imagine how they applied for the permission to hold the competition...I'm going to write an article and criticize it severely..."

Mr. Mu's eldest son was carrying a huge suitcase in both hands. He couldn't reach out, so he shrugged his shoulders regretfully and said:

"Okay! Okay! Dad, that's what you do, so you can do whatever you want... My problem now is that my body is telling me that I need to go to the accommodation they arranged, take a good shower, and pray that they supply heat Water... eat something... I'm starving, and my brothers and sisters are so hungry that they can eat the whole table!"

"Look! Mother, it's snowing outside, it's snowing heavily..."

Mr. Mu's youngest son, Xin Ling, suddenly pointed out the floor-to-ceiling window and shouted.

Today's Chang Hui Tian follows the wishes of others, wrapped in silver!

The heavy snow covered all the embarrassment and staleness of this small town like a shame.

The child was so excited that he left his family behind and was about to run out. However, his mother stretched out her hand neatly, grabbed his collar, and pulled him back very politely.

Mr. Mu didn't pay attention to his son, he continued to search around, hoping to organize an article based on the things he had seen, and severely criticize it, which was not a waste of time.

And at this moment, suddenly!A burst of crisp and pleasant metal impact sounded rhythmically.

Then, the crowd on the right side spread out, a group of girls wearing pink traditional sarongs and extremely beautiful and exaggerated silver ornaments on their heads, their steps, following the rhythm of the melodious bell, took dancing steps towards this place. The family is coming...

These girls were not beautiful, dark but healthy, with slender and well-proportioned figures.

And seeing such a girl, people will always have such words in their minds, primitive, traditional, simple, honest, natural, simple and honest, hardworking, innocent...

The girls came smiling all the way, showing the eight white faces on their mouths. As they walked, the bells on the beautiful cloth shoes were ringing, the three silverware around the waist were ringing, and the left and right hairpins were stuck on their heads. The exaggerated silver steps are also tinkling, and the ones worn under the neck, the rings around the arms... those jewelry, under the light, emit a wonderful silver light.

Mr. Mu's daughter looked at them enviously. She felt that if possible, she would also like to have a set of silver ornaments like this.

The reserved Mr. Mu subconsciously stepped back to give way, and he held his wife as soon as he stretched out his hand.

However, before the family could react further, the group of girls quickly surrounded them, and one of the sweet-looking girls pointed to them and said, "Welcome to Changhui! Please Look ahead!"

The family subconsciously looked forward together again.

Then another young man with a camera ran out from the crowd.

He quickly came to the front, picked up the camera and said: "Come here! Look here! Smile... yes! Come on, the wife's head is leaning on the husband's shoulder, very good! That's it...smile! A beautiful smile...yes , Alright~ that's it!"

With a click, this man waved his hand again: "Come on, Mr. Little, Miss, get out of the way and ask your parents to take a group photo."

The children moved aside naturally, and the group of girls surrounded the couple intimately.

"It's very good, it's a good match! The wife is so beautiful, and the husband is really temperament... Very good, please put your arms around the waist of the wife, er, this is also very good, laugh! Okay! Come over and take a group photo with the children!"

It is always a joy to be praised by others, and Mr. Mu's always serious face has gradually relaxed, revealing a shallow smile.

In this way, according to the photographer's arrangement, Mr. Mu's family was quickly clicked a dozen photos.

While they were taking pictures, countless tourists and judges who had just disembarked from the airship came up to watch.

After the photo was taken, the group of girls left them again and began to look for the next target.

Finally, the young photographer walked over with a smile, picked up two handbags from the small trolley behind him and handed them to Mr. Mu's family, saying: "These are some small gifts from our local people. Chang Hui welcomes you all." The arrival of the judges! I hope that you will be in a good mood and have a smooth schedule in the days to come!"

The Mu family and their habits have been entertained in various ways, so they naturally took the bag, but found that?Of the two tote bags, is one still warm?

kindness?

The youngest child quickly opened the handbag, took out a food box made of bamboo slices, and opened the top layer, only to see six naive hot buns emitting bursts of aroma.

The little guy's stomach growled suddenly.

He rubbed his belly and looked at his father pitifully, but his father rejected his plea seriously and cruelly.

Eating in public is a disrespectful and uneducated behavior.

This is never allowed!

The two smaller children had even more pitiful expressions.

The family came here on the public beehive berth, and the food on the airship was also lukewarm, and the cost of the meal included in the ticket.

It's okay to be full, but it's impossible to eat well!

The photographer pointed to this food box and continued to introduce: "Judges, this is our local Changhui's famous Laosanxiang opera stage Zaokou beef steamed stuffed bun. There are two layers below. Grandma He’s scallion biscuits, there’s hot corn porridge in the big bamboo tube next to it, it’s snowing heavily, and the weather is cold, so when you go back, pad your stomach first.”

After finishing speaking, he pointed to another bag and said: "In it are the receipts for your photos, and an invitation letter. For the next fifteen days, if you are free every night, you can move from the hotel to our Laosanxiang. Every night there are performances of traditional Changhui iron pipa and Liushun troupe's big-ben drama..."

Before this person finished speaking, Mrs. Mu suddenly interrupted: "I just don't know, the cost of this photoshoot?"

The photographer's face was full of smiles, and he said loudly, as if he was listening to someone on purpose: "Of course it's free! You just need to go to Hall [-] on the top floor of the Ewha Hall to pick it up before the final vote to close the museum." ...However, it is also possible to take it in advance, tomorrow!"

He nodded resolutely and said: "Come and pick it up tomorrow! I will definitely wash you up tonight. I have something else to do, so I will continue to work. Once again, I wish you all a happy and happy stay in Changhui in the next few days! "

After speaking, the photographer trotted away with the camera in hand.

Mr. Mu followed his back and looked around again, only then did he realize that under the vaulted ceiling of this huge reception hall, among the crowd, there were four or five reception groups like this, leading their respective photographers to meet people all over the place. group photo.

This is something new.

Also... is it a good job?

At the very least, most of the other art festivals are carried out in an elegant, noble, mysterious and lofty style.

Such a form of greeting is quite rare.

And at the entrance of the reception hall over there, several gentlemen in traditional local costumes were pushing carts full of food boxes and bags to the hall in a steady stream.

The kind of cart they push is very strange, it is a small cart with steam effect, so at first glance, they seem to be walking in white clouds.

This place is really interesting, looking at those girls wearing silvery clothes with very traditional artistic characteristics, it made Mr. Mu's mind quickly enter the evaluation state...

He is already at the level of reception, giving it a good eighty points.

As mentioned above, Mr. Mu has been a judge for many sessions.

He has received a lot of gifts, souvenirs, all kinds of meanings, such as the artist's work experience of the big copperplate color printing, the introduction of the formation history of each genre, etc...

Every time they go home, they have at least a large box of souvenirs to distribute to relatives and friends, and those souvenirs have also added countless noble colors to Mr. Mu's social life over the years.

In addition to face and money, there are actually benefits.

Because there are artists who are art patrons with big chaebols behind them, and they will also give valuable gifts after speeches and public classes... For example, jewelry designers will give small gold-plated rings, necklaces and so on...

His wife liked it.

But, send buns?This is really the first time I have encountered it!

But... If there is a photo with these girls, it is actually quite artistic, and it will be washed big... Hanging it on the front wall of the living room at home, it must have a strong local artistic atmosphere...

Moreover, if you can have a photo in your life that proves your experience, it is really a good experience.

Mr. Mu works for an established company in Chitai County, a fourth-class county under the jurisdiction of Zhongzhou. He works in the logistics of the company and does art-related publicity work, with an annual income of about [-] yuan.

An income of two hundred guan is not good in Zhongzhou, but in the fourth-class counties, which are [-] kilometers away from the central circle, it is a real upper-class income.

Wealthy, comfortable life... Just 20 years ago, Mr. Mu filled out a form to participate in a lottery event held by a street for folk art judges.

He hopes that through the edification of art, he can further improve his quality of life.

But Mr. Mu himself didn't expect that he would be the lucky one.

This kind of luck means that the immediate family members get one month of paid leave every year, free round-trip travel, free board and lodging, and many souvenirs.

Most importantly, it represents a social dimension.

Thinking wildly in his head, Mr. Mu's nose suddenly smelled a strong fragrance coming from behind him, and he said badly to himself, and he immediately turned his head.

However, he found that his older child and his wife were using luggage and his own body as cover to block his youngest son tightly...

He immediately walked over to break them apart and looked down.

The little guy was squatting on the ground, holding a big bun in his hand, he had already eaten half of it, and... this bun is really good, the skin is thin, the meat is full, and there is enough soup, the little guy's mouth is full of oil of.

Feeling something was wrong, Xin Ling raised his head and stared at his father with black grape-like eyes...

Mr. Mu helplessly stretched out his hand to rest his forehead, and said, "You..."

And at this moment, a group of judges and their family members passed by, and in their hands, they already had a big hot bun.

Amid the delicious admiration, Mr. Mu learned that due to the heavy snow, the reception car of the hotel was moving slowly, and the time they could take it would be about two hours later...

So, is this a reasonable emergency food to be eaten in public places?

In that case, Mr. Mu also slowly stretched out his hand, and took out a big hot bun from the food box...

Mu Zhuo, 55 years old, in his short life experience...is this the first time for him to eat buns in a public place in full view?

With a big mouthful, a thick soup flowed quickly, lingering on the taste buds, and then he thought, Chang Hui's meat buns are so delicious! !

Mr. Mu, who was eating meat buns, didn't know.

At this moment, in the management office in the reception hall, a group of small bureaucrats watching the surveillance also breathed a sigh of relief.

They whispered Long live Lao Sanxiang in their hearts, and at the same time rejoiced that if it hadn't been for Lao Sanxiang's act of delivering hot food, this time... Chang Hui's art competition would have slipped from the first step...

If that's the time, His Highness doesn't need to get angry, they can just go home and understand themselves!

Your Highness, the local government spent so much money and made so many preparations to build the largest exhibition hall in the country... But who would have thought that the high-end reception vehicles they imported from other places would generate power due to the cooling of the weather? sluggish.

This time, Chang Hui cleaned up the previous power system, and temporarily transferred many bureaucrats belonging to the [-]th faction from the south bank and the east bank to come here for gilding.

And these bureaucrats born in the southern country never thought that the weather in Lao Sanchang, once it snowed, would be so terrifying...

What would happen without Lao Sanchang's hot food box?

Just after he breathed a sigh of relief, a slow voice sounded from the door, unhurriedly and with suppressed anger.

"Haven't you ever thought about it? What if, after eating those hot buns, the car hasn't arrived yet? Everyone... what should you do?"

With a gloomy face, Zhou Songchun led a large group of people into the monitoring room with their hands behind their backs.

Who would have thought!

Carefully arranged until now, all the preparations were ruined by a small detail.

And the person who caused this loophole was his recommender.

Zhou Songchun's lungs were about to explode.

The little bureaucrats in the room all stood up one after another, standing with their hands tied, and stood on the side without daring to show their air.

Zhou Songchun has a reputation outside, that is, he doesn't listen to his subordinates' explanation of mistakes.

When the result happened, he would only ask about the wrongdoing, never asking why it was wrong?

Therefore, in this room, one counts as one, and they are finished.

Sitting on a high chair, Zhou Songchun looked at the monitor with a cold expression.

When he saw that most of the judges were wandering around the little girl in Laosanxiang, and some of them were holding buns, sitting on the suitcases while eating and waiting...

Judging from all the on-site performances, the judges are currently in a stable mood, even?They also have some little pleasures.

So... Is this the little guy who helped him unintentionally?

Thinking of this, Zhou Songchun's eyes lit up, he picked up the microphone beside him, and said to a screen on the right, "Please connect me to Ms. Mo from the Yu's building in the Ewha Hall, I need her to... Please come and talk to me, sir."

Then, about 10 minutes later, Jiang Gezi, who was also dressed in traditional local clothes, sat on the other side of the screen in a daze. He looked at Zhou Songchun in a somewhat unhappy mood.

He didn't speak, just tilted his head and looked at the screen, raising his eyebrows.

Zhou Songchun hurriedly made a gesture of worship with both hands, and said in an almost fawning tone, "Master Ganzi, help me!"

Jiang Gezi: "...What do you want to do? I can't control the weather..."

Zhou Songchun shook his head immediately, and he happily told about the reception hall of the airship.

After finishing speaking, he said in a pleading tone: "Please be kind and help me find a way. I need you to help me slow down the pace in the reception hall... Best, it's best not to let the judges notice arrive……"

It's even better!

Jiang Gezi laughed immediately after hearing this, and he said, "I said...is that a pig's head with eight hearts and eight arrows inlaid on your head? I'm a common man, what can I do..."

But before he finished speaking, Zhou Songchun interjected: "Ten employment shares for the Ewha Hall."

Jiang Gezi's tone suddenly paused, and his expression on the other side of the screen became subtle.

"... Thirty, they have to be treated the same as yours."

"His Royal Highness only gave me twenty shares."

"Everything!"

"it is good!"

"Go to the gate and find Brother Duan..."

Three layers of food boxes, one layer of steamed buns, one layer of jujube paste steamed buns, and steaming corn paste went into the mu family's stomach.

This person was full and tired, and the Mu family really wanted to take a car to the resting place right away. It would be even better if they had a hot bath and a good night's sleep.

Thinking of this, Mr. Mu Zhuo sat up from the suitcase, he lazily shook his hips, then picked up the coat he had taken off and was about to put it on again...

At this moment, a burst of autumn drums suddenly sounded.

Brother Duan looked excited, he had already forgotten his shame and knocked on the autumn drum he temporarily brought from Laosanxiang's house.

His eldest son does not need to take the qualification test and has a decent job.

So, let alone playing drums and dancing, even if you tell him to do somersaults, he will recognize it!

There is a tradition in Laosanchang, that is, every autumn, the people of Sanchang County will go to Changqing Mountain to pick green hemp, and the kenaf will go down the mountain to make dyes for home weaving.

After the green hemp and kenaf have been thoroughly soaked, choose a sunny day and spread them in the courtyard of the home. At that time, the whole family will wash their feet for several generations, step on the material with bare feet, and use the power of stepping Processing green kenaf.

Boring labor is always boring, so at this time, someone in the family will take turns beating an autumn drum, and everyone will work according to the drumbeat.

In modern society, although there have long been mechanical ways to deal with green and kenaf.

However, going up the mountain to pick green and kenaf, the whole family singing along with the drums, and having a reunion dinner after working has become a living habit that ordinary people will never give up.

Isn't it just playing drums and singing songs in front of outsiders!

As long as you are an ordinary person, you will be able to do this when you are young.

So, driven by profit, Brother Duan and the others beat the autumn drum together and sang ancient tunes casually.

And their songs, like Chang Hui's chant, are the kind of songs that encourage people to work hard.

The song has no words.

That is, repeatedly shouting!call!call!Hey!Hey!Hey!Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey!hey yo!call!call!call……

Taozi and the others followed the drumbeat, shaking the silver bells around their waists vigorously, shaking their hands, shaking their waists, grinning, beeping...they simply stepped forward...continuously circling around, constantly Pull people in and go around in circles together, constantly...continuously...

That circle is getting bigger and bigger... and it is ready to expand infinitely.

Gaels are always reserved.

When encountering such a collective action, they were still reserved at first, but after Zhou Songchun and the others joined in, there were more and more people... In the end, they danced so hard that they didn't want to leave...

Taozi and the others are very happy. Their grandpa said that they can't do the work by themselves, they must bring in the whole hall to work together!

Looking back at the monitoring tomorrow, whoever pulls more people and participates in more people will have a job as a guide for the Ewha Hall!

That's for life!

Damn it!

Mr. Mu Zhuo looked at the tap dance team in front of him in a daze. He was reserved, so when his eldest son was pulled in, his wife was pulled in, and the remaining two children also entered...

He was inexplicably lonely.

In the reception hall, there was an extremely rhythmic sound of footsteps. At first, the stepping song belonged to Laosanxiang, but...slowly, it became everyone's song.

Among the drums, the male voice is high-pitched and vigorous, and the female voice is crisp and catering.

You call me and, you jump and I step!

The dance is extremely simple, just three or five movements, which are repeated continuously. However, this repetitive form is the encouraging labor wisdom gathered by working people after thousands of years.

Its final meaning is that everyone should work together actively...

Of course, everyone in the reception hall thought they were singing happily in circles together.

In short, it's just playing, and...it's so fun!

Mr. Mu looked at the box at home, and at first he still disdained it, but then, his heart was so excited by the rhythm, that he gradually became addicted.

The collective action of thousands of people has an extremely strong brainwashing effect.

Then, Mr. Mu became more and more envious, he shouted in his heart, wanted to go, wanted to join in, wanted to be like a child, let himself go happily, join in, even if it was only for a turn...

No!This kind of happiness should last for a long time!

The entire building in the reception hall was shaking.

Thousands of people clapped their hands and stomped their feet vigorously, as if they wanted to shake the house down, and the planets they thought were trampled through.

When the vehicle for transporting the judges finally arrived outside, however, people couldn't pull them away...

Mr. Mu's eyes were shining, and he looked at the crowd eagerly. He didn't know what kind of envy was on his face.

Then, his wife blushed, with sweat on her forehead, and jumped back like a deer. She shouted to him: "I'm tired! You go!!"

Mr. Mu couldn't hear, he also shouted: "What!!!!!!"

His wife smiled and pushed him into the circle.

Zhou Songchun walked out of the crowd with beads of sweat on his forehead. He leaned against the edge of the hall, took over his assistant's overcoat and put it on, and wiped the dripping sweat with a handkerchief.

He is convinced, and even now he can report to His Highness and Your Majesty, the first kick of the Ever Bright Art Competition, which is considered a success.

He made up his mind, not to mention thirty shares, he planned to choose the most powerful young man and the most beautiful girl one hundred each.

From now on, those people will do the welcoming work at the gate of the airship station.

Of course, he also wondered about one thing, you said... That guy Pigeon, why is he so coincidental, as long as he wants to do, he can easily do it.

How can there be such a lovely person in this world!

yes cute!How cute is the way he thinks!How charming!

What about him?Just... so it can be done!

Jiang Gezi sneezed loudly against the window, and then he thought to himself, what's so great about it, in my hometown, any ruined scenic spot doesn't come in this form.

Besides, who doesn't have a travel show!

Thinking of this, he hummed a nursery rhyme in his pocket happily, and walked towards his exhibition hall.

Ms. Mo looked at Jiang Gezi's back with a puzzled face, and she thought, what is the extradition of Nixiya over Jiang Pu?Fork your meaty bones?What is it again?Souvenir?

In the reception hall, Mr. Mu Zhuo clumsily followed the team in circles. After he walked around mechanically, he suddenly found the rhythm and joined in.

Seeing his wife getting closer and closer to him, she smiled and waved to him bouncingly...

Mu Zhuo, 55 years old, has a depressed personality, high qualifications, and comes from an ordinary middle-class family with an annual income of two hundred...

He thought he was happy, but only today did he realize that he needs to roar vigorously, stomp his feet harder, and strive to step through this planet... to be truly happy...

So, he came in front of his wife and gave her the most brilliant smirk, he raised his hand high, and yelled heart-piercingly towards the sky...

what!