Collection of Huaxia: Halloween Tribute to Ice Sculpture Company

There are pros and cons to doing so.

Although Song Yingxing's heart knot could be solved, it undoubtedly made him experience another life and death parting.

It's hard to make a decision about which one is more important.

Moreover, Song Yingxing was over sixty years old, Zhou Jin didn't think about whether he could bear such a serious psychological blow before doing it.

This matter is not done properly.

Zhou Jin secretly made a note to avoid it from happening again in the future.

"Mr. Song, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, don't indulge in the old past and lose hope of life."

"The two of them have spirits in heaven, and I hope you have a good life."

Song Yingxing turned around.

Staring at Zhou Jin for a long time, he finally nodded his head: "You are right, I have been taught."

Just now.

A young man in a robe hurried over.

"Sir, a large number of villagers have come to visit your old man's house, please go out to meet the guests."

The voice just fell.

There was a commotion not far away.

"Don't stop us, you scholars are too pedantic. We came to visit Mr. Song, but you blocked the door, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Song, please come out."

"Mr. Song, the villagers of Xinxiang County came to visit you specially. They brought you fresh fruits and vegetables. I hope you will accept them."

"Is Mr. Song here? I must see Mr. Song today, and thank him very much!"

……

The noise is endless.

Song Yingxing frowned, not understanding what happened.

If it weren't for the respectful tone in his tone, he would have thought it was a bandit who came to rob houses.

At this time, another disciple rushed over.

Because the pace was too fast, he staggered and fell directly to the ground.

Song Yingxing quickly helped him up, and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

The disciple was flattered, gave a salute, and said, "Sir, it's not good!"

"A large number of villagers poured into the gate of the school. We really can't stop it. It messed with your leisure."

Then lower your voice.

"Looking at their posture, if you don't go out, I'm afraid the school will be demolished. Sir, please move outside the hall."

Zhou Jin smiled lightly.

"Mr. Song, the villagers also look up to you. If you don't go out, I'm afraid it will chill their hearts. You might as well go out and meet, it's beneficial but harmless."

Song Yingxing had already ended his fate.

Don't ask about worldly affairs, just concentrate on learning.

After pondering for a long time, and hearing what Zhou Jin said, he finally nodded slightly, and said, "Well, it's rare that the villagers are so enthusiastic. If I don't go out again, it seems a little disrespectful."

"If this school is being demolished, the old man will sleep in the open, it's too horrible to look at."

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding disciples all laughed.

Song Yingxing, who is over seventy years old, is still a humorous old man.

"Sir, please!"

The disciple led the way, and Song Yingxing followed closely behind.

Zhou Jin whispered, "Qiqi, let's keep up."

Qiqi already had this intention, and before Zhou Jin could finish speaking, she quickly followed her.

He turned his head and urged, "Zhou Jin, hurry up, the young guy's legs are not as fast as an old man's."

Zhou Jin blushed for a while.

After passing through the winding and long corridor, the group arrived at the gate of the school.

"Song, Mr. Song is here!"

I don't know who yelled.

The hundred and ten villagers gathered around the gate were excited and shouted 'Mr. Song' in unison.

The sound was deafening and resounded through the world.

Song Yingxing, who has always been deep and sophisticated, couldn't help but feel flustered at this time, flattered, and didn't know where to put his hands.

With his back on his back, trembling slightly.

All of this was seen by the audience in the live broadcast room.

"Hahaha, Mr. Song's face is calm, and his heart is already smiling. Isn't this more interesting than being an official?"

"I'm sure Mr. Song would laugh out loud if there was no one else around."

"Wait, is this filmed? It's too realistic. The actor playing Song Yingxing must be an interesting old man in reality."

"Not only that, but the group performances are also well-found. Look at this group of villagers, everyone's emotions seem to come from the bottom of their hearts."

"Praise, praise, reward already, for Mr. Song, for "Tiangong Kaiwu"!"

Qi Qi hesitated for a while.

After pondering for a long time, he asked, "Zhou Jin, is this really filmed?"

Zhou Jin was taken aback.

Swallowing, nodded and said: "Otherwise, we have to believe in science. Combined with virtual reality technology, we can be personally on the scene."

Qiqi was thoughtful, and didn't ask any more questions.

"Mr. Song, this is the newly planted rice this year. Please take a look at it. They are all planted according to your "Heavenly Craftsmanship". The yield has been greatly improved, and it has more than doubled than before!"

A big shirtless man held up a bag of rice and said excitedly.

"Mr. Song, there are also clothes made of silk, specially made for you. It is also made according to the steps in "Tiangong Kaiwu", and the quality and output of silk have been greatly improved. Our whole family relies on selling silk I made a lot of money, thanks to you!"

A middle-aged man smiled all over his face.

"Mr. Song, look at my..."

for a while.

The open space outside the school is full of gifts.

Rice, fruits and vegetables, handicrafts...

Without exception, they are all from "Heavenly Creation".

"The hard-working villagers, according to the book "Tiangong Kaiwu", have learned many crafts, increased agricultural production, and the whole family has no worries about food and drink. Not only that, but also because of the handicrafts, they have created a family sideline business and earned a lot of money. money."

"The side shows the fine qualities of the Chinese nation who are not afraid of hardships and work hard."

Zhou Jin's voice-over sounded.

"I don't think it should be called "Heavenly Craftsmanship", but "Teach You to Get Rich Hands-Only". If you agree, deduct one."

Qiqiyu is not amazing and endlessly dead.

The full screen of 'one' floated by.

"If there were technical schools in ancient times, "Tiangong Kaiwu" is a must-have textbook."

"Upstairs is dying of laughter. The Four Books and Five Classics, created by nature, are collectively called the necessary textbooks for ancient private schools."

"My mother asked me why I hugged the quilt and twitched because I couldn't laugh too loudly."

"Everyone is talented, and they speak nicely."

Looking at the enthusiastic villagers, Song Yingxing showed a gratified smile.

I have been busy most of my life.

This is undoubtedly the best reward for him.

"Villagers, I am writing this book so that the common people can learn and be self-reliant, so that they can have skills."

Just now.

"The magistrate is here!"

In a secluded corner, a sentence floated out.

A middle-aged man in official uniform walked over with his head held high.

"Meet the magistrate!"

Villagers are preparing to kneel down to greet him.

The middle-aged man smiled lightly, and said hastily, "No need, I'm also here to visit Mr. Song."

Song Yingxing showed admiration.

"The county magistrate Wang came to visit, and the grassroots greeted them at a distance, and made atonement."

County Magistrate Wang waved his hand.

He bowed to Song Yingxing, and said: "Don't dare, Mr. Song is a member of the fifth rank, and the next official should pay a visit."

Song Yingxing's eyes darkened.

"Are you also here to persuade me to go out and become an official?"

"The old man has already made it clear that he refuses to be an official. Being an official of the Qing Dynasty is a shame to his integrity. If I force the old man, I will die!"