Ten Mile Room

Following Jiang Gezi holding up the banknotes for comparison.

Yu Dongchi was shocked, and Mr. Mu Zhuo was also shocked.

Then they all freeze like idiots.

Yu Dongchi was shocked that there really were such people in the world.Pigeon was bold enough to fabricate a piece of history in front of the royal family, but as he told this fabricated story, Yu Dongchi could immediately see the result from the thread!

So, as Pigeon said, what a terrible thing is the so-called educational sales.

He casually put a drop of water and two legends together to create a historical legend.

Moreover, this history is half-truth and half-false. If you say it is false, you can't produce evidence. If you say it is true, you can only produce half of the evidence...

Does Evergreen Mountain really look like a dragon?

He thought, even if it doesn't look like it, it must...it must look like it!

When the water at the source of Yuanbao River is linked with courage and mysterious atmosphere, it will be endless, surpassing the industry of Panneng Mine like gold oil.

Imagine that there are countless ups and downs in life, maybe you will be really full of energy if you take a sip of the water of courage, maybe you can reverse your fate?

Even if there is no reversal, it is not the fault of the water!

It must be that you lack great virtue!

The most frightening thing is that the pigeon calculated accurately, and with a slight push, he seemed to fill in all the loopholes, and it was seamless.

In terms of policy, water resource management is different from rare metal energy management. It can be completely controlled by oneself, and there will be no dilemma where other forces in Zhongzhou have a foothold.

So this game of chess is alive!

In terms of profit recovery, the most expensive water in the empire now comes from the snowy plateau. It sells for about 80.00 yuan per liter, and [-]% of the cost comes from the difficult transportation consumption...

Naturally, it is cheap and easy to fetch water from the source of the Yuanbao River. However, if it has a mysterious reputation to protect it, and if it is handled properly, Yu Dongchi is now absolutely sure that he dares to sell the water from the source of the Yuanbao River for a liter of money, which is still the least!

How much is a liter of high-purity special machinery oil?

It's only a half shot!

So the pigeon just casually gave such benefits to itself again?So what is his purpose?

From the entrance of the dungeon, to the ruins of the Daughter Kingdom, all these benefits were obtained by him at a very small price... Pigeon, pigeon, all the wealth and power in the world, what are they worth in your eyes?

And what am I in your eyes?

Although Yu Dongchi was shocked by the huge income in his heart, but he was born in the royal family, and the shocking process only took about ten seconds.

He soon became like a young man again, entangled in his own troubled and unrequited love world.

His mind was sore, and he turned himself into various forms of dung, and then those dung bags were kicked out by the Jiang pigeons, and thrown out with his hands in disgust... No matter how they were thrown out, in short, his poor royal Dung is always flying in dreams.

Mr. Mu Zhuo held a ten-column banknote and compared it repeatedly until Yu Dongchi's bag of dung finally fell to the ground...

He put away his messy thoughts, pointed at the banknote in a very ordinary manner, and said with a smile: "They said that the family ancestor is most similar to me in the upper part of the face."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his palm like a young man, covering half of his face for Mr. Mu Zhuo to see.

Mr. Mu Zhuo's head is empty now, his body follows the habit in his bones, although his reaction is slow, he finally stood up, and hesitantly asked Yu Dongchi: "Then...do you want to kneel down to see him?"

As a serious middle-class man, Mr. Mu Zhuo can't get involved in all social relations, even the nobles with the smallest titles.

He has only seen artistically processed etiquette in TV dramas and history books.

In the so-called orthodox etiquette, a commoner like him should kneel down... should put his forehead on the shoe of the great royal family to show his submission and respect.

There's no way, Ji Dao was so powerful back then!

During his lifetime, low-level officials also followed this etiquette!

Kneeling, lying down, sticking her forehead to his shoe upper, and kissing his feet with her eating lips.

He deserved to die early!This is what many people really think.

However, people who lived in that era only dared to think about it.

No one dared to resist the iron-blooded emperor who unified the Eastern Continent. They even wrote countless articles to praise him. Some literati with no bottom line even wrote shamelessly that the greatest wish in life is to kneel and lick the shoe upper of the great majesty.

It is said that there was a scholar who, before his death, wrote a will, willing to use his life's achievements in exchange for the shoes worn by His Majesty to be buried with him.

And when he died, Ji Dao had actually been dead for three years.

However, this is a new era in which the people are the masters!

Mr. Mu Zhuo looked around in fear.

His children are not far away, do you really want to kneel down?

Mr. Mu looked at Ms. Xin, hoping to gain courage and all strength from her.

At this time,

Yu Dongchi laughed lightly, and slowly he laughed out loud.

Moreover, his heart was at ease immediately, yes, this was the correct reaction.

At this moment, Yu Dongchi's dignity that was beaten to the ground by Jiang Gezi returned.

In the panic of poor Mr. Mu, he was greatly nourished.

He magnanimously held up his royal smile and said: "You don't need to be too polite, the royal family has long returned the government to the people. Standing in the easternmost part of the world, the people of the Eastern Continent should be free and proud people who don't have to kneel down to anyone, if you kneel down, what's the point of the royal family returning to power?"

He said that, this poor little citizen Mr. Mu, he believed it!

Mr. Mu was full of emotion, straightened his clothes with tears in his eyes, and bowed slightly: "Hello, honorable..."

Zhou Songchun, who was standing aside, interjected in a timely manner: "This is the eighth son of the royal family, His Highness Li Ai."

"His Royal Highness, I am very happy to see you. I wish my emperor good health and all the best for you."

Sitting there, Yu Dongchi slightly raised his hand and said with a smile, "Get up! Please sit down..."

Mr. Mu Zhuo sat in front of Yu Dongchi tremblingly like this, with his two palms obediently placed on his knees, like a mortal waiting for trial, trying to shrink his huge body as much as possible.

Jiang Gezi rested her chin with one hand and sat obliquely.

For Mr. Mu, for Yu Dongchi, he...in fact, he has no idea...just to watch the fun.

He has no position to look down on anyone, but he really feels that although the Eastern Continent people here have a smooth history, they have not given birth to the Chinese bones after experiencing oppression.

It's extremely enslaving!

Just by looking at Mr. Mu, no matter how kindly Yu Dongchi treats him, he will do homework with him.

He didn't even have the courage to look up at him.

Not long after, Ms. Xin returned to the front with two large bags of mosaic bedding covered in sweat. However, at the moment she was about to speak, the background music of Hall [-] suddenly yelled from the alley and changed to The iron pipa empowerment full of murderous aura!

Ms. Xin stopped.

The few judges in twos and threes in the hall stopped.

The tourists passing Hall [-] stopped.

In the end, people like Yu Dongchi and Zhou Songchun were also attracted by it and were shocked.

It is a rhythm and tune that can only be expressed with full strength.

Its every word, every sound, every tune seems to be inspired by desolate drums from the distant mountains and forests, jumping out bit by bit, jumping out... grinding out.

Like an empty sound!

That kind of tune is very strange, from the beginning to the end it is holding back, restraining, containing, and enduring... However, you can feel its infinite power from the desolation of all endurance, and it takes you scene by scene Looking at the distant time and space, you can see the establishment of Kyushu in the near, and it can be traced back to the distant ancient times, or the tribal era farther away...

As the traditional accent of Kyushu, the iron pipa is familiar to everyone. It is a way of musical expression for Kyushu people to express their individuality. It is heavy, powerful and lonely.

I have always been a loner, and no musical instrument can cater to it!

However... just today, the old pipa finally found a bosom friend...

When running through the 5000-year history of the suffering of the Chinese nation, the Beijing charm cultivated by the atmosphere of the millennium imperial city is lightly reconciled here...

now!All have the same voice inside.

They thought, ah!I am alive, so I was waiting for this song.

This song is a new song, originally a tune that has Jiang Gezi's personal characteristics, and he often hums, but he didn't expect that those silly children would sing it after hearing it and reforming the composition.

They sang: "The wind blows over the Evergreen Mountains, the geese pass over the great Kyushu, the sky and mountains are full of blood and tears! The lone wind fills the mountains and seas, and the phoenix roars in Kyushu. This last hovering phoenix! It landed on the bridgehead of the Yuanbao River, Ah... look at the privet..."

Jiang Gezi first opened his eyes in surprise, then shook his head with a smile, and closed his eyes in satisfaction, shaking his head slightly, and hummed softly:

Over there, they sang again: "...thousands of sails pass by the lake and the sea, the right time and place, the right place and the people, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains and ten miles of the world, hold your head up and drink with the sky! I am happy with myself... Who will stand on the pole in the alley! It is the victory field that tops the sky The man, look up to the sky! But...!"

The charm of Beijing that has gone through the earth for thousands of years, bounces out word by word.

The sonorous and powerful drum beats, accompanied by the iron pipa like rain in the hot weather, a desolation in the abdomen, and the rough voice of a proud boy, just a few random lyrics, and a long breath from the abdomen. The artistic conception in the middle makes people's hearts soaring. I can't wait for the soul to jump out of the body, circle the world, roar the mountains and forests, watch the mountains and seas, and roar the universe...

But when you really want to shout out loudly, you find that the sound suddenly pulls violently, sending you into the second-level realm at will.

In the era of depression, the Golden Palace has several different owners, and who lives in the former residence...

That song, why is it so powerful!

Why is it so pleasant to my ears?

Little by little hooked up by this song, before I knew it, there were more and more people in Hall [-]...

They have heard about history, but some have also heard about the golden arms and iron horses of their ancestors, the rivers and rivers stained with blood by the martyrs, the gates of the iron walled city, and the infinite courage that I will open when I come to you...

Yu Dongchi couldn't help being fascinated, so he murmured, "What is that?"

Jiang Gezi chuckled, and replied without opening his eyes, "That's... the Three-Lane Drum!"

Yu Dongchi said eagerly: "Three-lane drum? This three-lane drum, I...I want to bring them back to the Golden Palace and sing it to my mother. I think my mother is also waiting for this song."

Jiang Gezi tilted his head slightly and said, "Your mother? Empress?"

Yu Dongchi didn't know what he thought of. His eyes were slightly sour and he said: "Well, it's Your Majesty...my mother, she often said that she committed a serious crime, and she lost the country of her ancestors! After she died, she was smashed to ashes to make atonement ...But after I heard this song, I felt that it was not my mother's fault. Sooner or later, this country would be lost. It's just my mother's bad luck. When she is old, she should live happily... Pigeons, they all Listen to you... is it okay, I want to take them to the Golden Palace!"

Jiang Gezi didn't care, but he knew that Deng Changnong and the others would definitely not leave Chang Hui. These three children were atoning for their souls.

Even the [-]-day Ewha House performance, that is, they only came out of Laosanxiang after he wrote the parole form.

kindness?In fact... it seems that it is not impossible!

When Jiang Gezi thought of something, his eyes suddenly lit up, right!To go to the Golden Palace and perform for the emperor, the appearance fee should not be small, right?

He has long been disgusted with the days when he asked him to hand it in three or five times, making him live like Zhou Paipi.

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and asked Yu Dongchi, "I said, I will perform for your family, so what... How much will I pay?"

Yu Dongchi's face turned embarrassed, and all the emotions in his heart flew away.

Jiang Gezi always has the ability to throw himself from heaven into the garbage dump.

What can I do?Is there someone in the Golden Palace who wants money?This is not bad!

What kind of luck is he and his mother? One person and one person are complete!

With a slight sigh, Yu Dongchi had no choice but to stretch out his hand, hesitatingly stretching out five fingers.

Jiang Gezi stretched out his palm neatly, patted him, and said, "[-] yuan is sold! Money comes first!"

Now, the foreign debts of those little brats are all cleared, and they can make a lot of money.

It's great to do art!

Money came so fast!In the future, whoever says that Laosanxiang is not artistic, if he doesn't smash all his teeth, it won't be over!

Then he will give them the money to buy a house in Laosanxiang!

From now on, they will take care of Team Leader Xue, and they will not be afraid of running out of food and clothing...

Jiang Gezi thought happily.

But he didn't see that Yu Dongchi beside him was stunned like a thunderclap.

Yu Dongchi actually wanted to say that according to the usual practice, it is only natural to offer all good things to His Majesty, not only in this dynasty, but in all dynasties!

The main reason is this reputation. No matter how big an artist is, as long as he has the qualifications to hold a special show for the royal family, he will enter the ninth grade sooner or later.

They are all eager to perform for the royal family, how can they ask for money?

Although usually after the performance, there will be a reward from the royal family, but even if the royal family gives a bottle of shrimp paste, that must be a kind of honor!

In the end, at most, the Clan Bureau would underwrite travel expenses, board and lodging, the most being fifty guan, and he had never even heard of the price tag of 51 guan.

It's an honor to perform for my emperor, understand? !

It took Yu Dongchi a long time to find his will. He turned his head to look at the smiling Jiang Gezi, and seeing him happy, he said in his heart: "Okay, I definitely don't understand! Then... this money, I... I will pay it." !"

Unexpectedly, his old Li family started to buy tickets after listening to free performances for 800 years?

Yu Dongchi looked helplessly at the slap he couldn't take back.

And his dog leg, Zhou Songchun, sat on the side, slandering in his heart numbly: "Look, it's like this again, it's like this again! Sure enough, it's like this again! Your Highness is doomed, he's hopeless... I Just... I'll just watch! It's not me who paid for it anyway."

Deng Changnong and the others performed a total of nine songs three times, and by the time of the final curtain call, Hall [-] was already overcrowded.

They waited for the curtain call three times in a row, the audience was too enthusiastic and the repertoire was not enough, so they sang together "Meng Xiaojing Pays Back the Money" together, only to be stunned by the judges, as if they had eaten poop. , drifting away...

That's right, our three-lane drum performers have such personalities.

When the yelling that No. [-] Hall belongs to Laosan Lane sounded again, these people found out, huh?where is this

Why?This place is not bad. There are places to eat, drink, and play. You can also see some old memories, old rules, and old craftsmen serving you intimately?

That's great!People stayed like this and began to visit around.

The most interesting one is the last pavilion in Hall [-].This exhibition hall is like a time corridor. It takes the photographer from childhood to adulthood, to the real art world. Through the photographer's mind and eyes, he grows up, and everyone sees the world together.

After reading it all the way, the guests seemed to have grown up again, feeling that their souls had been tempered and cleaned, and thought, ah!It turns out that I also have such memories, naive, cute, believe in everything, see everything is good, even when encountering a pile of shit, I think it is interesting, I want to find a small stick to make trouble... …

It's great that the photographer ended up in the clean deep sea.At the very least, his growth is healthy, the sea is clean... he should have such a clean soul.

No one has ever used such a method to bring the audience to grow together in the form of annual ring growth. It is really a magical journey along the way!

The judges and the audience were eating, watching, listening, and even digging out their wallets...

In general, this novel alley pavilion pushes these guests with all means, as if they are in this small world, and they are really satisfied as if they have lived a real life.

In the end, they left with their big and small bags. Thinking about it, there will be many people planning to come again tomorrow.

Ms. Xin crossed the barrier again, and finally bought two bolts of exquisite home-woven fabrics and returned to the front hall.

It's too cheap, such a good hand-woven fabric, each piece is no more than five guan, and the price of one meter of Zhongzhou home-woven fabric is the same.

This is a luxury!

But she didn't know that no one bought such home-woven cloth in Laosanxiang.

Nowadays, young people like the fresh ready-made clothes in the state and the government.

When she was excited and ran back with a roll of cloth under her arm, hoping to share such a beautiful thing with her partner, Ms. Xin finally realized that something was wrong.

Her poor little man, like a chick drenched in rain, is pitiful, sitting opposite the nouveau riche with beads of sweat on his face, ashamed?repent?Atonement?

What happened?This is being bullied?

Ms. Xin stepped forward and threw two pieces of cloth heavily on the ground. If Mr. Mu hadn't stopped him in time, this fiery lady would have rolled up her sleeves and done something.

Mr. Mu jumped up as if being shocked by an electric shock. He put his arms around Ms. Xin and explained something in her ear.

Then... Ms. Xin was also stupid.

Did you know that the Eastern Continent is divided into Kyushu, with a total population of more than 82 billion, plus the royal family has retreated behind the scenes, and the clan has retreated behind the scenes... It is already extremely difficult for ordinary people to see a clan, let alone, Is he really a real prince...?

Ms. Xin looked up and down. She was calm-headed. She wanted to ask, can you show evidence that you are the royal family?

However, she thought again, why should people give evidence to you, a commoner?

In addition, at the elevator entrance, there is a tourmaline with a big fist, this royal family, upstart?He can give it casually... Yes, if it is the royal family, it really has the ability to give it casually!

Thinking of this, Ms. Xin is already half-believed.

A fist-sized tourmaline can be given away casually, and others don't want it!

Thinking of this process, Ms. Xin raised her head and looked at Jiang Gezi enviously...

Jiang Gezi didn't know, and looked at her innocently?

She thought: "Sure enough, the Mother Earth is eccentric. She created such a beautiful person. Sure enough, only the royal family can match him well. Otherwise, who would dare to bear it?"

Jiang Gezi saw all kinds of emotions flying in Ms. Xin's eyes. He just wanted to ask, what are you thinking?

Unexpectedly, a few angry white-bearded old men suddenly walked by, and as they walked, they shouted angrily: "It's outrageous! We must go to the organizing committee to protest! When did a serious art competition become a reality?" Why don't they sell lottery tickets! What nonsense! How can they sell random things? This is an art gallery! Art... oops!!"

A small vine protruded from the edge of the wall, and quickly retracted.

An old man with a white beard fell down, and then a group of old men with white beards fell into lotus petals.

There was chaos at the scene.

Jiang Gezi yawned like a normal person.

Yu Dongchi could only warn with a low voice and a smile: "Pigeon, it's almost fine, the same artwork, but there will be countless judges with different backgrounds, education, and environments to judge! It is normal to have opinions, different opinions It's normal, the world is never perfect."

Jiang Gezi turned her head and said to him, "They deserve it! They don't need to like it, but they can't say we're mean!"

Yu Dongchi gently changed the topic: "...Okay! Shall we talk about something else?"

Jiang Gezi saw a few old men being helped out by the staff, but he didn't follow them. He was only surprised by one thing. This art competition is not your place, your family's competition, your family's two-acre vegetable garden son?

Why do we have to follow the world track in your thinking?

Damn, it's best not to let me see you in Laosanxiang!

Otherwise, meet once and hit once!

Jiang Gezi was angry, so he inevitably looked bad. He looked at Yu Dongchi and said, "What else?"

Yu Dongchi looked embarrassed, but fortunately he was used to it, and after a few seconds of embarrassment, he said with a smile: "It's about the source water, how to do it..."

Suddenly someone beside you said leisurely: "You, us, can we have the honor to take a photo with you?"

Only then did the two realize that there were still a bunch of people around them.

Since you want to take advantage of others, then serve them well.

In this way, Yu Dongchi happily accompanied Mu Zhuo's family and took three photos.

Jiang Gezi was on the sidelines adding fuel to the flames, and told Li Zi and her man to quickly wash it out, not to mention, he also gave a big bonus of free washing by [-] inches.

In this way, Mr. Mu's family was very excited and honored to leave.

Looking at the backs of the family, Jiang Gezi was in a bad mood, and he was fine.

He smiled and said to Yu Dongchi: "You said, if all the families in the world were like this one, balanced and equal, that would be great!"

Yu Dongchi shook his head slightly and said: "Actually, most thinkers and philosophers in all dynasties, the world in their fantasy is similar to the world you mentioned, but... do you think it is possible? I think that there are people who are so evil. When species are tossing around in the world, I'm afraid there will be no balance, so dreams are dreams."

A small vine wrapped around a small snack from the second hall, hanging from the ceiling, and quietly put it into Jiang Gezi's hands.

Jiang Gezi took it with a smile, and hooked the leaves with his fingers. The leaves were delighted, and the leaves that rolled up the entire No. [-] Hall began to sway happily.

In an instant, Hall [-] seemed to return to a certain summer in Laosan Lane. The sun was setting, the leaves were shaking gently, and the wind was blowing. It was an ideal time that could not be returned.

"That's right! You're right! Ideals are ideals!"

It was rare for Jiang Gezi to admit in a good temper that he was too idealistic. He spread his hands and said to Yu Dongchi with some regret: "I'm just talking, let's stop this topic! Let's talk, um, about the future development route of Changhui County, remember Transfer the consultant fees to my account... If I were you, I would make the world's most stringent environmental protection laws, the words are a bit long, please record them."

When Yu Dongchi heard this, he immediately stretched out his hand.

Zhou Songchun came over and put a small notebook in his hand.

Jiang Gezi said while Yu Dongchi recorded it himself.

Zhou Songchun stood far away, and waved his palm calmly.

Then, some passers-by dressed as judges quietly surrounded them and set up restricted areas.

"Go back today, and immediately send the forces in the army you can control to seal the source of the Yuanbao River and never open it to the outside world!"

"Okay! It's necessary! No problem!"

"Establish Changhui County's unique environmental protection law! In order to protect water sources and protect the environment! All polluting enterprises and motorized equipment in Changhui County will be abolished or removed. If the environment of Changhui County is damaged, there will be no fine in Changhui County. Only real punishment! No parole!”

"Okay, I'll go back and write the application immediately!"

"Since the enactment of the Environmental Protection Law, Changhui County has terminated the transfer of household registration, and formulated the household registration management measures for special talents. Foreigners are not allowed to live in Laosanxiang for more than three months. After the temporary residence date, they must pay a high amount of temporary residence in the relevant departments. Fees, environmental pollution fees, double payment of all taxes..."

Jiang Gezi narrated all the experiences he knew about the bad consequences caused by environmental damage.

After all, this is the place where he wants to live all his life, he can't manage other people, and he has to manage his own one-third of an acre of land.

The reason why Gail is not a big problem is because Gail has unpolluted pan energy.

But pan energy is an expensive energy source after all, so other energy sources still play an important role in Gale today.

Pollution is still quietly destroying...

So before everything starts, let's take Changhui County as a pilot and start a battle of environmental protection!

Jiang Gezi really wanted to turn his third lane, his Da Changhui, into a truly glorious place.

In the future, this place will be a livable place envied by everyone in the world, with the purest environment, air and water.

At that time, who would want to ridicule him that the people of Changhui County are bumpkins, hehe, let you alien bumpkins be envious and jealous!

Cleanest land, most beautiful city in Gale!

Thinking about these words casually, they are incomparably beautiful.

The more Yu Dongchi wrote, the brighter his eyes became. He wrote vigorously and kept writing, writing... until Uncle Huang from Old Third Lane came not far from them and shouted loudly at them. shouted:

"Grandpa, they said, no matter what, we have to prepare an art speech here! I asked around, but they didn't go, so I wrote your name on it!!"

Jiang Gezi sprayed Yu Dongchi across the face with a sip of tea.

Yu Dongchi slowly raised his head, glanced at Jiang Gezi expressionlessly, and then when Jiang Gezi jumped up to protest Uncle Huang.

He suddenly laughed and clicked his mouth.

Zhou Songchun, who was sitting beside him, couldn't help but stiffen, and then shuddered!

In this way, the exhibition on the first day of Laosanxiang came to an end.

And in the following fourteen days, Hall [-] on the top floor of the Ewha Hall was overcrowded every day...

How prosperous is it?

for example!

Brother Duan's heat-painted gourds used to cost five cents a piece and couldn't find a buyer, but now they can't be bought for two hundred yuan a piece.

Of course, the neighborhood business under the protection of the plaque in Laosanxiang is good. However, on the organizing committee side of the conference, the issue of whether serious art venues should sell non-art works has also quietly caused a debate. uproar...

Until, the last day of the General Assembly, the day before the voting day.

A letter of inquiry from the organizing committee was sent to Jiang Gezi's desk.