[Group Wearing Song Dynasty] The Glory of the Sky

Qian Fan was so frightened that he almost peed out.

——This is not the sound of thunder at all, it is more like a bomb exploded instantly with a strong current, even through the protective glass, you can feel the faint tinnitus.

"damn it!!!!"

"Liu Xi, you still don't care about this brat!!!"

"I was almost scared away half my life!!!!"

"A zebra!"

Liu Xi looked at Lao Qian with an apologetic smile on his face, and knocked on Zhao Qingyu's head in public: "Another trouble!"

Zhao Qingyu didn't realize that this thing could be so noisy, and she covered her ears for a long time before recovering.

When they are tossing in the laboratory, not only the scale is small but the time is short, and the energy consumption is not much.

This thing...is it so fierce?

Luo Te, as the director of the Finance Bureau, came to watch the commotion this time, and was also frightened and jumped on the chair, until the end of the explosion, his face was still in shock.

People obviously didn't realize what they had mastered, so that the expressions on their faces were blank.

"Long—Director Long," Luo Tuo looked at the calm young man, but he still stood on the chair and did not dare to get off: "What is this?"

"It's the detonation effect of the Tesla electric coil." Long Mu lowered his head and flipped through the data sent back from the PAD and reported: "We can already produce graphene in batches."

"Is there any relationship between these two things?" Luo Te looked puzzled: "No, what are these things? Why can you release mines out of thin air?"

Long Mu thought for a while, took the remote control in Zhao Qingyu's hand, and opened the glass barrier.

The isolated area of ​​the wilderness in front of me was still burning with sparks, and the withered and yellow grass was still being burned.

The entire demarcated area of ​​the partition area was burnt into a piece of scorched earth by the powerful explosion.

If——if a person stood on it, it would be like falling into magma, and there would be no chance of rescue.

After Liu Zi confirmed it was safe, he led the crowd forward slowly.

There was a burnt smell in the air, and many plants had been burned to ashes.

As for the roar just now, even the people in Yangzhou City could vaguely feel it.

The partition area is 300 meters long and 20 meters wide, and it is as quiet as ever.

Qian Fan frowned and squatted down, and began to observe the structure of the partition.

Shallow pits have been dug on the ground, scattered in a honeycomb shape.

There is a light brown coating in the pit, which is indistinguishable from the flat ground from a distance.

There are also extremely tiny wires running perpendicular to the coating, which obviously serve another purpose.

Although he was woken up from a dream by that little bastard Zhao Qingyu just now, he obviously saw the lightning outside the screen——

The silver-purple and dark blue fell at the same time in an instant, and the entire partition area was like a forest created by the light and shadow of lightning and thunder.

Countless dazzling straight lines criss-crossed, and the roar was deafening.

If such a thing is applied to defending the city, what a shock it will be!

There is a storage trolley outside the partition area. According to the sign, it was sent by Director Wu.

Wu Gong was frightened by the roar just now and his heart almost stopped beating, only at this moment did he recover, and began to call to check the power consumption.

"The power consumption is a bit high." He frowned when he hung up the phone. "If you want to use this as a defense, you can't lift the power limit, and you have to think about making a storage battery with better performance."

"No, no, these are not the point now. As the Minister of National Defense and General Qian, I want to ask." Qian Ju looked at the two hairy children behind him who hadn't grown their beards, and waved while maintaining a squatting posture: " Come here!"

Zhao Qingyu was afraid that he would pull her ears, so she squatted down far away: "What are you doing?"

Long Mu walked to Qian Fan's side, and was also observing the layout of the pits in the partition area, obviously also thinking about how to optimize the area.

"The principle of this thing is to electrocute people, right?"

"The Tesla electric coil itself can release high-voltage electricity, and it can reach up to several million volts. If the insulating adhesion layer is used for directional guidance, the lightning released by the electric coil can directly break down the air."

When Zhao Qingyu explained these things, she was quite serious: "In addition, these ancient people wore steel armor, so basically there is no way to solve this extremely destructive defensive weapon."

Qian Fan was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Is there any difference between this matter and touching the electric gate?"

General Qian, do you want to make up physics with Brother You'an?

Zhao Qingyu took a deep breath, looked at Liu Xun's eyes, suppressed the complaints, and continued to speak seriously: "It takes five or six minutes to touch the electric gate to be completely electrocuted, and the power of this electromagnetic field—probably the same as that of an air fryer." Or it's like a barbecue grill, and it's the kind that cooks as soon as you put it on."

Qian Fan suddenly felt that he couldn't go out to play skewers tonight.

"The voltage of the socket is constant at 220V, but the Tesla electric coil is equal to a transformer and a discharger, which can instantly amplify the voltage to [-] volts or more - I improved the structure according to the existing literature, and the control is more precise gone."

As the person in charge, Long Mu has now put on the uniform of the Director of the Scientific Research Bureau. Although he is a little short in stature, he is very reliable in his work and speech.

He took the PAD from the secretary, and scribbled on it for Director Qian to see.

"If this outer circle is the area we want to defend, we only need to install the discharge guide and bury the guide layer like a minefield—even the insulating layer can be left uncoated in an emergency."

During the conversation, a circle of people surrounded Qian Fan, and several heads crowded beside Qian Fan, all of whom were confused.

"I just need to know that this thing is awesome, right?" Qian Fan looked at his hand-painted graffiti and frowned, "The coils buried in the ground are for electric discharge, and the cables are for guiding the direction of lightning. What is the coating for?" use?"

"It's an insulating coating," Zhao Qingyu interjected, "The ground itself is also conductive. Laying an insulating layer can not only adhere to the ground to fix the position of the coil, but also prevent the current from being diffused by the soil, and release it all upwards along the pointer. "

Luo Te listened for a long time, then raised her hand beside her and said, "Then where did the millions of flowers you approved earlier go?"

"That," Long Mu blinked and said, "Copper lines can't carry over [-] voltages, and graphene is a superconductor with a wide range of uses."

Liu Xi stood by and listened for a long time with his ears upright, then frowned and said, "Is it so troublesome?"

He took a step forward, glanced at the layered diagram drawn by Long Mu, and thought: "This consumes so much energy, why not directly use chemical warfare?"

Zhao Qingyu blinked: "I've suggested smoke bombs and poisonous gas a long time ago, any random amount can bring down a lot of people—Brother Bai won't allow it."

Bai Lu was suddenly named, coughed subconsciously, looked at Liu Xi and explained: "It is indeed powerful and low cost, but we must beware of side effects and anti-war sentiments."

In fact, with the development of modern chemical and industrial capabilities, it is no longer a problem to deal with a single batch of siege troops.

Yangzhou city is gradually developing an ecological cycle system. Even if you are really trapped in the city for a whole year, you can still solve people's livelihood problems through vegetable greenhouses, three-dimensional agriculture and water purification technologies.

All their preparations now are actually preparing for a larger-scale offensive and defensive battle.

If only a few tens of thousands of people came, sending three or four Iron Thorn convoys would be enough to resolve the battle, and it would take a few days for the Iron Curtain to stand.

But if there are 10,000+ people, 30 to [-] people, and countless people attack the city by crushing it, then more sure methods need to be adopted.

Although poisonous gas warfare and germ warfare are absolutely powerful, and the opponent does not even have the ability to prepare gas masks, it is very likely that this will also harm the local people, and it is even more likely to trigger riots caused by anti-war sentiments.

"Anti-war sentiments?" Li Luan was next to him with an unbelievable expression on his face: "Please, they attacked our city? The people in our own city—not to mention the people in Yangzhou City, the people in Jiangyin would also have it." Anti-war sentiment?!"

Bai Lu showed a helpless smile, and patiently explained: "The live broadcast on the screen shows that tens of thousands of people came to attack the city, were electrocuted to death outside the city walls, and tens of thousands of people were directly knocked down by poison gas without doing anything. The effect of public opinion is completely different.”

"It's such a time, do you still care about anti-war sentiments?" Li Luan felt absurdly unreal at this moment: "This is a time of war, this is a troubled time, we are defending our own country, and we have to consider One's own people stabbing in turn - is that even possible?!"

"Actually..." Liu Xi showed a embarrassed expression on the side: "Regarding the occupation of Yangzhou City, there have always been people who opposed and protested in Jiangyin City, but the number is relatively small."

Officials do their part, all opinions and behaviors are directly concreted into numbers and trend charts, and they can't put personal feelings on anything, and they must remain absolutely calm and rational.

——This is also one of the contents of the moral test.

What the government needs is a leader who is good enough, not a bard with sympathy and empathy.

Li Luan has basically never been back to Jiangyin since he settled in Yangzhou City at the end of last year. When he heard this, his face was quite complicated: "What are they protesting?"

"Protest that we have trampled on other civilizations, that we have invaded other people's territories," Bailu patted her on the shoulder reassuringly, and said in relief, "It's just the voice of the minority. Even if we are scolded, we still have to protect them."

"Wouldn't it be over if you drive this group of people out?" Li Luan said angrily, "Without Yangzhou City, where would there be land and resources to build agricultural gardens and steel factories—has there been fewer regime changes in the past few thousand years? In a few days Did the century-old Song Dynasty say otherwise, who do they want us to guard the archway for?!"

Liu Xi laughed when he heard the scolding, and his entangled and complicated mood just now relaxed a lot.

Long Mu's method can be deployed quickly and is extremely lethal, it is indeed a trump card that even Song and Jin can't fight against.

"Don't go too far, let's get back to this question," Qian Fan squatted there the whole time to study those small pits. At this moment, his feet were numb, and he simply sat on the grass next to him, looked at the two little devils and said, "If This electric blast field is covered with corpses, what should I do?"

-

How to do?

Liu Xi's first reaction was the scene in "World War Zombies"——

Tens of millions of zombies crazily trampled on the bodies of the same kind, stacked together like ants in a dense and tight golden shape, and finally climbed over the city wall.

The second reaction is that if there are zombies in this era, people in the Song Dynasty might have their teeth pulled out.

He shook his head and put all these things behind him, and ordered his subordinates to bring some chairs over, and let everyone enjoy the wind with the smell of scorched grass in the barren mountains and ridges, bask in the sun and chat.

"This has already been designed," Zhao Qingyu popped up again, with a serious look on his face: "Actually, we can make a hole under this!"

He raised his hands and began to gesture, saying vividly: "Uncle Qian, you have seen the basket for charcoal ashes under the barbecue grill, we can drive an excavator to get one, and build a platform that can be turned over, and then wait for everyone to see it." Once on the table, turn on the electricity and burn a batch, then turn it over and wait for the next batch of people to spread it and continue to burn!"

As for the cannon fodder that was electrocuted before, it can be turned over and fall into the deep pit below, and a truck can also be sent to assemble and dispose of it!

Liu Xi began to think silently, whether the brat's brain was replaced by a pig's brain by the barbecue stall owner when he took the brat and You An out for skewers.

"This kind of flipping platform can be built in theory—" Qian Fan showed a scrutinizing expression: "So why not just build this kind of falling platform and use some circuits?"

"Tesla coils can be used on the go, and it's a scam to zoom in on small lightning!"

Before Zhao Qingyu finished jumping, Long Mu lowered his head and turned out the engineering drawings, and then showed him the design drawings.

It turned out that the reason why this isolated area formed a lightning forest-like spectacle was because each small pit was an independent discharger, and graphene conductors were buried underground to transmit energy.

And if this reduced version of the electric coil is enlarged several times, it becomes a mobile thunderbolt and electric mother duty instrument, which basically means that the electricity is guaranteed to work.

It is not without reason that the population of Yangzhou City has now expanded to 25.

Labor is being recruited everywhere, and literacy and wisdom are being subtly eliminated.

The school is a place to cultivate elites, and it is impossible to teach hundreds of Jiangyin-level students in one go.

But next to construction sites, mines, and oil wells, there are many places where people need to learn to read and write, and need to practice how to operate and control.

Nowadays, important people are building houses and oil wells. More and more units have opened up the recruitment of apprentices and labor, and the remuneration is kept above the baseline under supervision.

Although this has caused a new round of headaches for the people in the Ministry of Construction, it is a good thing on the whole.

——Mandarin is being promoted silently, and the literacy rate is also rising continuously.

After the situation stabilized, the Ministry of Culture opened bookstores in all four blocks, and the prices were very affordable.

Among them, dictionaries are the fastest-selling, because more and more places that recruit workers require literacy.

Then there are richly illustrated color comics and children's books.

People are feeling the freshness and advancement of this new civilization——

As for those Songpai people who were aggrieved and even wanted to set fire to the bookstore, they would either be expelled from Yangzhou City as Yonghei after being discovered, or be detained and fined before being expelled from Yangzhou City.

The new generation of Yangzhou people have a unified thinking on the whole thing.

The people of Linguo took down Yangzhou City by virtue of their ability, just like the Song Dynasty became the overlord after the Tang Dynasty by their ability, and they lost the North Kingdom and fled all the way to Hangzhou City by their ability.

There are countless events in the world that change dynasties, and there is nothing unusual about it.

——If you don’t want to stay here and no one will stop you, if you refuse to accept it, you will send troops to attack the city. There is no reason why the whole world should be used to you.

Overall, the results have been quite good.

Today, there are 25 people in Yangzhou City, which can be regarded as a mix of old and new.

Since the siege of the city in November last year, the entire city of Yangzhou has experienced more than [-] population changes and large-scale movements.

A fair number of people have come and gone, gone and come, and finally opted to register their temporary IDs with permanent ones with a warning.

18 people have permanent IDs, and the ratio of men to women is [-] to [-].

In order to come in to seek a livelihood, other workers and refugees also cooperated very well to register for temporary IDs, all of which have their photos and fingerprints on file.

If it weren't for the abundant supply of oil near Yangzhou City, thermal power plants and power plants have been started one after another, they would not have made it to this day.

After watching the thunderstorm experiment, everyone got together to have a hot pot meal, and drank some wine together.

During the dinner, Zhao Qingyu mixed some fermented bean curd and mustard into Long Mu's seasoning dish. The latter said with tears in his eyes that it was delicious, and stuffed pig's brains into his mouth while wiping his nose and tears.

Wu Gong and Luo Tuo clinked glasses, looking at the flowers of the two motherlands, they felt a little complicated.

Before Mao even grew up, he took over such a devastating job, and he didn't know whether he should feel lucky for Linguo.

After dinner, they went back to their respective homes. Zhao Qingyu drove Bailu back, and then brought Liu Xun, who was drunk and a little smug, back to the apartment.

You An was still awake, sitting by the desk lamp and concentrating on sorting out his notes.

He is used to using OneNote and electronic pens now, and I am afraid that he will be very uncomfortable when touching the brush again.

"Tell me—" Zhao Qingyu handed Liu Xi honey water to soothe his alcohol, and thoughtfully said, "If the transfer of nationality is allowed between Lin Song and Song Dynasty, wouldn't we be able to make a lot of money?"

"Don't think about it, if those scholars want to see the dragon in Yangzhou City, I'm afraid they will be afraid of being a traitor." Liu Xi waved his hand with a cigarette in his mouth and said, "They don't have the concept that nationality can be transferred. , The books are all read to death."

"Then our liberalism is really too much in this era..."

Zhao Qingyu beeped for a long time, realizing that Liu Xun was really drunk again, and sucked a white bird in her mouth for a long time without even lighting the fire.

He usually doesn't smoke indoors, and today he sneaked in to have some fun, and he was so dizzy from drinking.

The little guy was thinking about various things all the time. When he saw that he hadn't lit at all, he rushed back to the room and found the lighter locked in the bedside table. Handed him something.

When a group of them came to their home to borrow a helicopter, Zhao Qingyu felt that something was wrong.

Everyone else was amazed at the flamboyant helicopter, but Uncle Liu was as calm as if he was riding a bus.

This guy is real - really super rich!

His broken sports car could be exchanged for ten helicopters! !

Liu Xi gnawed on the cigarette holder for a long time without realizing that there was something wrong. He took the lighter and looked around in a daze, and suddenly said, "It's not right."

"What's wrong?" Zhao Qingyu waved his hand and said, "I haven't touched your precious thing—I won't pay for any missing parts!"

"That's not right." Liu Xun sat up abruptly, frowned and looked at the figurine of the magical girl Xiaoyuan in the distance: "Long Hui, who is engaged in communication, how can he help my father's property solve the problem?"

Zhao Qingyu tilted her head and was about to light the fire for him: "Huh?"

"Steward Wang probably didn't lie to me. Mr. Long really helped my dad's company solve a bottleneck problem, otherwise it wouldn't be on the news."

Liu Xi sat up straight, and his whole body entered into a state of concentrating on thinking, and he didn't care about smoking at all.

"Naturally, the news will not mention the difficulties of the core project, which will remind other competing companies."

"Long Hui is a professor of communication, but the engine in the communication module of the game helmet has already been formed, and there is no need for help."

"Then there is only one possibility. What he helped was not about communication at all."

Liu Xi took a deep breath, and suddenly he had a very bold guess.

Put those two things together and it makes sense.

Zhao Qingyu tilted her head like an owl at the side, and asked after a while, "Is the fire still on?"

"Come on," Liu Xi stuffed the whole cigarette into the young man's hand, still in a state of drunkenness and sobriety: "My father and the government are working together on a quantum transmission system, and they are constantly optimizing the physical transmission." The stability and directivity of—"

The quantum communication and quantum teleportation projects both have a certain degree of confidentiality. If Chu Mi's identity is related to this lighter, the logic can explain it, but the answer is too weird.

"Zhao Qingyu."

"exist!"

"The next time you sneak into their house to find Long Mu, remember to avoid the camera," Liu Zi stared at him and said, "Go to Long Mu's bookcase under safe conditions, or read it after class." The old man's bookcase."

It is very possible that Long Hui is actually a confidential researcher in quantum physics, and Chu Mi was his insurance identity when he participated in the research. Long Hui himself is his real name, so his grandson is called Long Mu.

"If Chu Mi's identity is related to quantum physics, she may not have published papers publicly, but she has written theoretical monographs internally."

"do you understand me?"

Zhao Qingyu swallowed, and said slowly: "Then if I stab someone, will you still wipe my ass?"

"Wipe," Liu Xi said without changing his expression, "Your index finger has rubbed the drool on my cigarette holder."

"Ahhhh!!!!"

-

Having said that, but because the old man has been staying in the house due to physical reasons, Qingyu has never had a chance.

In a blink of an eye, it is almost the time of Chinese New Year.

More and more Linguo people entered Yangzhou city, obviously they all came to see the excitement during the festival.

Due to the continuous improvement of camera settings and security, Yangzhou City has now opened four streets to allow Linguo people to travel - there are always people who want to cross the restricted area without authorization, and they can only suffer on their own if they encounter trouble.

December 24th is the new year, and the first thing is to send off Baishen.

According to the rules handed down by the ancestors, every household is not allowed to go out that day. They have to clean at home, buy things for the New Year, and at the same time burn paper money and recite Taoist scriptures and Buddhist mantras. in.

The chief of the fire station was worried all day, but as expected, some paper money flew into the firewood pile, directly ignited the dried grass and dry firewood inside, and instantly set fire to the entire yard and the nearby piles of sesame oil.

The fire truck arrived within 15 minutes and directly watered the entire yard with a high-pressure water cannon.

When the fire station staff finished their work, they turned around and found that there was a large area kneeling outside the water truck.

Some people directly started to kowtow while chanting sutras, all kinds of voices mixed together in a mess.

"The real dragon has appeared!!!"

"Lord Water Dragon bless our family with good weather—"

"New Year's Eve in the Holy City is really different!"

When the person in charge of operating the faucet finished packing up and was about to evacuate, he found that everyone was looking at him with the same eyes as the high priest.

"Small scene, small scene." The fire chief patted the young man's shoulder familiarly, waved his hand and said, "It's gone, everyone, go home, be careful when lighting the fire!"

The news that there will never be a fire in Yangzhou City was passed on miraculously, and naturally it was spread from both the north and the south.

Although Xin Qiji was studying in Yangzhou city alone, he still cared about the emperor in Lin'an and the folks and elders in Shandong, but he didn't know whether to do or not to do things like sacrifice stoves and take care of waste.

After reading this pile of books, he suddenly felt that Lord Stove Lord didn't exist.

Both Liu Xun and Qingyu are hard-nosed atheists, and all kinds of jokes made by the God of Kesu are just for fun, and they eat octopus and octopus more happily than anyone else.

The problem is, Xin Qiji has followed his family to do those festive things every year since he was a child, but now he suddenly stops doing it, and it feels a bit disobedient and profane.

He sighed, and consulted with Qingyu in private first, and after confirming that he did not violate the taboos of Linguo people, he went through the old New Year's rules once again.

Liu Xi's parents are both in another world, so it's natural to stay in the apartment and take annual leave for Chinese New Year.

He and Zhao Qingyu both shared a bowl of sugar bean porridge cooked by Xin Qiji, while drinking the porridge, they watched the young man mutteringly paint the ivory white paint door of the kitchen with rice wine.

Xin Qiji painted half of it with a bowl and felt that the sense of disobedience was too strange, so he turned his head in embarrassment and looked at the two behind him, one big and one small, who were holding bowls and staring at him.

"No, it's fine if you concentrate on painting." The two waved their hands at the same time.

"This is...'Drunk Commander'," Xin Qiji tried to explain: "It is to let the Kitchen God taste the sweetness. After going to heaven, he will speak good words to everyone."

"The Kitchen God is very similar to Santa Claus." Qingyu nodded solemnly, "I'm busy once a year, and I have to go to every house."

Xin Qiji was surprised that he could understand what Santa Claus was, and nodded his head dumbfounded.

After paying homage to the Kitchen God, we will also worship Brother Wanhui.

This rule did not exist in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Ten thousand times, be sure to come back.

When the Kingdom of Jin attacked the Northern Song Dynasty, countless people were killed or injured. Although the Southern Song Dynasty has begun to recover, most of the survivors have added several spiritual tablets to their homes.

Every year on the New Year's Eve, each family has to write the names of their ancestors and the dead. Not only must they prepare meals, wine and vegetables for offering, but they also have to write their names on the chu money and burn them.

Although Xin Qiji was born in the Kingdom of Jin, his family also experienced wars and deaths, so these rules are naturally indispensable.

Now there is no room without the statue of the unkempt brother Wanhui, but he dare not not sacrifice.

This custom spread from Lin'an to the nearby provinces and even to the Kingdom of Jin, in order to let people remember the deceased old people, and at the same time look forward to the early return of wanderers thousands of miles away.

And the last rule is to waste money.

Qingyu and Liu Xi watched Xin Qiji's busy work inside and out the whole time, almost like watching an ancient documentary.

They quite tacitly did not make any sound while eating melon seeds.

Xin Qiji couldn't find the white candle, he was obsessed with reading before and didn't have time to prepare in advance, so he was a little annoyed at this moment.

Qingyu thought for a while, and stepped forward to give him a flashlight.

This photo is wasted, it is necessary to light a lamp under the bed.

The wine and fruit are prepared to send the gods away, and the lamps are lit all night under the bed, which is the case in every household.

Before going to sleep, Xin Qiji looked at the flashlight under the bed, always feeling that something was wrong, but it seemed that there was nothing wrong.

On New Year's Eve, the whole of Yangzhou is like London in the industrial age, filled with smoke and dust.

The pine pots and atractylodes were burned everywhere, producing thick smoke, which drifted away along the east wind.

People exorcise evil spirits and pray for blessings, and pay homage to the father and son of the father-in-law who died tragically on this day.

They fought all their lives and fought hard to get back the Song family's country, but in the end the emperor handed it back in order to make peace.

That day, the firecrackers went off all night, and the people from the Ministry of Culture took advantage of the excitement to set off some fireworks, and held a New Year's Masquerade Ball.

Knowing the concerns of various people in this city, they simply opened up the rental of gowns and masks, and they were all sold out that night.

This time, there were really a lot more young men and women with green smiles and flustered steps on the dance floor.

The three people in the apartment didn't go out, they were busy with their own affairs in the living room.

It was snowing heavily outside the window, and there were still deicing trucks busy on the road.

Although there is no charcoal stove in the living room, the heating has already warmed the whole room, making people sleepy for no reason.

Since the construction of military factories and oil refineries in Yangzhou, the exhausted heat has been collected in winter to participate in the heating and energy cycle of the new environment.

Naturally, people in the old city can only burn charcoal for heating, but the new city has begun to install heating and drainage systems.

As early as midsummer, Yangzhou City began to set up centralized cooling areas.

In the library and auditorium, as long as you show your ID QR code, you can enter to enjoy the coolness, avoid the scorching sun and experience the benefits of air conditioning.

Although the common people dare not go to these new places, but one or two people who had fun came out and showed off everywhere, and more and more people rushed in to enjoy the cool breeze and feel the new miracle of Linguo.

And the ID supplementary recording naturally went very smoothly.

In winter, not only libraries and auditoriums are open for heating support, but several modern taverns and bookstores have also begun to provide similar services.

When those who thought they were of low status went in, they were all embarrassed and eager.

But the Linguo people standing inside all smiled amicably, and even distributed a lot of snacks and hot tea for everyone to take as they please.

Of course, some scholars went in and turned on the air conditioner enough, and then came out to curse these Linguo people for occupying their Yangzhou City, wrapped up in cold clothes and went home to sleep.

But that's another story.

It's not that some people don't understand the truth of success and failure, they just pretend to be confused.

Xin Qiji listened to the howling wind and snow outside the window, lowered his head and concentrated on writing.

He was afraid that he would forget his identity, and he was also worried that he was unfamiliar with calligraphy.

Now I am quite used to using the keyboard, mouse and electronic screen, and sometimes it will be delayed to practice calligraphy once a day.

Liu Xi didn't know when he came over, quietly watching the lines of poetry he wrote silently.

Guan Bianqinglu, Diliyang and Xinbu.Qingjing returned to Qingxu.

To celebrate the festival, when the three five.Liehua lanterns, thousands of households.

All over Jiumo Luoqi, the fragrance is mild.There are ten miles of crimson trees.Aoshan towers, and the sky is noisy.

The young man lowered his eyes and moved his wrist with concentration, his thoughts contained in these words.

In his mind is the scene of falling stars like rain when the fireworks in Yangzhou City are in full bloom, as well as the prosperity and prosperity of Lin'an City in his fantasy.

Under the warm light, even the handsome face was glowing with warmth.

Liu Xi stood beside him, unconsciously smiling, the admiration in his eyes was not concealed, and no one saw it.

Gradually, the sky is like water, and the moon is noon.In the fragrant path, there are countless fruits thrown from the leaves.

In the shadow of candles and flowers in the middle of the night, young people often encounter fortuitous encounters.

In peacetime, the government and the public are happy, the people are prosperous, and they get together at any time.

"——It is worthy of this scene, and I will wake up and go back alone."

When Xin Qiji heard him read the last sentence aloud, he almost made a crooked stroke. He only finished writing the last word calmly, and then said with a smile.

Liu Xi had long been accustomed to Song Guo's style of self-effacement, so he stared at the line of words, lowered his eyes and read it again.

"Your taste in copying poems is really good every time."

……every time?

Although Xin Qiji felt that something was wrong, he only heard the buzzing sound from the kitchen, presumably the Nian Tuo had already been cooked.

"Let's go, let's eat soup cakes together."

Liu Xi looked up at him, smiling like an ordinary and simple young man.

"it is good."

On the first day of the new year, everyone is very busy.

Zhao Qingyu went to pay New Year's greetings to Mr. Long early in the morning, and hand in a new data analysis report by the way.

The Senate has resumed work, and everyone is very busy.

Xin Qiji hadn't finished his annual leave yet, so after getting up early and having breakfast, he was ready to go to the library to read a book.

He was walking on the road, thinking casually that at the beginning of spring, he could bring Qingyu and the others to taste the Wuxin Pan and Tanguan Cocoon, and bumped into someone inadvertently.

As soon as the man saw the hair crown of the Song people on his head, he immediately stuffed a piece of paper into his arms with a panicked expression, and ran away as if he was afraid of being seen by others.

Xin Qiji was stunned for a moment, an apology was on the verge of his mouth, but he didn't say it, he just lowered his head and unfolded the slightly crumpled paper, looking at the book notes written with a brush inside.

When he saw the title, he was taken aback for a moment, and the next second his heart tightened, he clutched the piece of paper and wanted to go back to find the person just now——

The man was holding a stack of papers, and hurriedly stuffed each man dressed as a Song Dynasty man with the signature.

And that piece of paper is from Lin'an's "Seeking Talents Order".