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- Like Jinling City, there is also the sound of firecrackers in Jinan Prefecture. In fact, the firecrackers here have been set off for three days in a row. The merchants who have become rich in the past three years, the workers who have solved the problem, and the Taoist temples everywhere. The sound of firecrackers has been going off for three days. Suddenly, there was a serious shortage of firecrackers on the market, and prices soared. Setting off firecrackers now would not be setting off firecrackers, but burning money.
Fan Laojiu swept together the debris of the firecrackers and poured them into the trash can. The trash can at the door of his home was made of wood and iron sheets. When it was first taken out, someone stole it back and used it as a container at home. It was immediately inspected and inspected. After being taken away and serving a month of hard labor, everyone knew that caring for public property was not only a private virtue, but also a law, and no one dared to steal anymore. .
In fact, the people are so simple, that is, those who love to take advantage of small things, so they would think of this trash can.
Baotu Spring is the most famous tourist destination in Jinan Prefecture, but most of the visitors are literati. Since ancient times, poets and scholars have been dancing and writing wherever they go, and they are the only ones who have the time and money to do this luxurious thing. However, in the past few years, strictly speaking, in the past three years, the number of tourists coming to Baotu Spring has suddenly increased. At first they were just Chinese soldiers on vacation, then they were students from schools in Qingdaokou and other places, and then workers and dealers, all of them came here with great reputations.
In order to deal with these tourists, Baotu Spring has specially set up management personnel to clean up the garbage created by tourists and protect the spring water and ancient pavilions from damage. Fan Laojiu is one of the managers. When it comes to income, although he is not considered poor, it is not much, just food and clothing. But Fan Laojiu felt that such a life was something he had never dreamed of before.
Every seven or eight days, you can buy half a catty of meat and cook it for your wife at home. No wonder Fan Laojiu and his wife always say that the gods and Buddhas in the sky must bless the China Military Strategy Commission. We must bless Commander-in-Chief Yu Guozhen - they know very well who brought about the changes in their lives.
Although the east of Shandong is the hometown of Confucius, the Confucius Temple and Confucius Forest are still there in Qufu. However, apart from collecting land rent every year, the Kong family really did not bring any benefits to the people in their hometown. It was the Chinese Military Strategy Commission and Yu Guozhen, who were constantly criticized behind the scenes by the Confucian government, who truly changed the lives of the people.
Yu Guozhen held the tea cup with a smile. Slowly walked towards the yellow dog who was looking at him warily. Fan Laojiu saw the young man and greeted him with a smile: "Guests, beware. Although this dog does not bite, it barks fiercely."
There was no one else around Yu Guozhen. He smiled at Fan Laojiu and said, "Master, is there a lot of work?"
"There are many on weekdays, but not many today."
"Oh, why, is it because the official is here? Living next door, does it affect your side?"
"No, it was a great victory on the front line. The great traitor Wu Sangui and the great villain Dorgon were all killed. Both Tianlaifang and Yayunshe in Jinan City performed in the open air in the square for three days. They performed for free to all the people, which was considered a great success. To celebrate such a double happiness, there are fewer tourists here at Baotu Spring."
"As far as I know, there are many tourists in Baotu Spring from other places."
"That's natural, but if you think about it, it's no different from Jinan City now. They are all celebrating." Fan Laojiu glanced at the young man. He was so kind, but he didn't have the Chinese military uniform with shoulder embroidery, which still made him laugh. Fan Laojiu felt that he must not be an ordinary person, so Fan Laojiu asked cautiously: "Is the guest a follower of that high official?"
"Well, that's right. Why, is there anything you want me to say to the official?"
"No way, no way, haha" Fan Laojiu laughed, but after a slight hesitation, he still hesitated and said: "Well, I heard that the capital has been recovered?"
"Yes, what, the master wants to go to the capital?"
"The old man is from Shuntian Prefecture. He fled to Jinan Prefecture to escape the disaster. All his family members died, except for the old man and his wife. The old man took the liberty to ask Can someone like the old man go back to his hometown of Shuntian Prefecture?"
Yu Guozhen's expression moved slightly: "Oh? Isn't it good here?"
"Okay, okay, but people here are old, and they always think that one day they will close their eyes and kick off their legs, and want to bury themselves back in their hometown." Fan Laojiu said a little shyly: "I'm not the kind of person who doesn't know what's good or bad. Being here is naturally good, butbut, every night, I dream that my mother is calling me there."
I dreamed that my mother was calling me.
Yu Guozhen had nothing to say except sigh. This is the purest emotion of the Chinese people. Why do they have to squeeze into a can-sized car every year during the Chinese New Year, travel thousands or even thousands of miles, and spend several days or even ten days on the road? Isn¡¯t it just my mother calling me and my children thinking about me?
This is not just Fan Laojiu¡¯s idea. In fact, as the NorthWith the above confirmation, Yu Guozhen has received more than one report. The immigrants who fled from the Northland have proposed to return to their hometown.
For Yu Guozhen, this is a good thing, but it is also a bad thing.
The good thing is that these immigrants love their homeland. No matter how developed they are now, under the Xinxiang system, they will not discriminate against the land where they grew up. If Yu Guozhen invests the profits they are earning in infrastructure construction in their hometown, not only will there be no objections, but they will also be very popular. Moreover, when they return home, they will inevitably bring back a series of influences from Xinxiang. They will become fire seeds, igniting the countryside that was originally lifeless under the constraints of patriarchal clan and local customs, and bringing vitality to the most basic villages in China.
The bad thing is that a large number of skilled workers will leave. They can create huge wealth in Xinxiang, but when they return to their hometown, they are likely to be assimilated by their hometown and return to the numb and sluggish living conditions of the past.
The pros and cons, how to weigh the two, must be considered not only by the common people, but also by Yu Guozhen.
"If the master wants to go back, just tell his supervisor. If you want to come, just say hello in advance and there shouldn't be any obstruction." Yu Guozhen did not remain silent for too long. Facing the old man's longing eyes, he responded with a smile.
The old man smiled happily: "If the guest says so, then it must be true. You are a follower of a high official, so naturally you don't need to lie to a bad old man like me."
The old man continued to clean, Yu Guozhen threw this trouble aside, and then began to laugh at Baotu Spring.
"Commander, commander!"
Just when he was about to tease the Chinese pastoral dog, the guard walked over quickly, with a bitter look on his face: "Why are you here?"
Yu Guozhen stretched his waist lazily and said, "You guys searched so fast. I didn't expect to find me right away."
"There is still no peace in Shandong. Commander, you should not wander around alone. Doing so will make it difficult for us guards!"
"Okay, I was wrong and I will never do it again." Yu Guozhen said with a smile.
He avoided the guards and hid alone in an ordinary house here, just to enjoy the happiness alone. Ever since the news of Dorgon's death came, Yu Guozhen felt extremely happy. Compared to Huang Taiji, he hated Dorgon more. In other words, he hated the original Dorgon in history even more. On the 10th of Yangzhou Jiading Three Massacre, almost every massacre that occurred in China during this revolution was related to the names Dorgon and Duduo.
However, there is still Duduo to deal with.
Thinking of this, Yu Guozhen asked: "When you come here, the train must be ready?"
"Yes, the train is ready, just waiting for the commander's order."
¡°Well, let¡¯s go back to Qingdaokou and then go to Tamluo!¡±
He was about to leave. When he saw Fan Laojiu looking at him blankly, Yu Guozhen waved to the old man: "Master Fan, don't worry and go back to your hometown."
"It turns outit turns out"
Fan Laojiu has already realized that there is only one person who can be called the commander-in-chief of the Chinese army! He threw the broom, knelt on the ground with a bang, and kowtowed deeply: "Long live the commander-in-chief, long live!"
Yu Guozhen was about to leave, but when he saw this, he hurriedly stepped forward to help the old man up, and said with a wry smile: "We in China will not kneel down to worship in the future. These knees can kneel on the heaven and the earth, in high halls, on children, but not on children." Kneel down to the powerful officials!"
Fan Laojiu was just too excited and forgot the etiquette he had learned for a while. He nodded, grabbed Yu Guozhen's hand and shook it violently: "I understand, I understand. From now on, we will bow, bow, shake hands, and I wave my hands, but I don¡¯t want to kneel down!¡±
Thinking about these etiquettes, he went through the etiquette methods selected by the Chinese Military Strategy Commission to express emotions, starting from the handshake ceremony. Yu Guozhen returned the salute with a smile. He bowed and Yu Guozhen bowed in return. He bowed and Yu Guozhen also bowed. When he waved later, Yu Guozhen also waved and then left surrounded by guards.
Looking blankly at Yu Guozhen¡¯s back, Fan Laojiu suddenly stamped his feet and clapped his hands: ¡°In the past, I always heard about Huaxia Huaxia, but now I finally know what Huaxia is!¡±
"What is Huaxia?" The people watching the excitement looked envious and were coming around. When they heard what he said, they asked all kinds of questions.
"Etiquette leads to moderation, and that is China!" Fan Laojiu said happily.
Not to mention the simple aspirations of the people, Yu Guozhen left Baotu Spring and returned to the hotel "Luoyuan Jingshe" built next to Baotu Spring. They rented a courtyard here. In the past two days, he had gone from I have stayed here since I came back from Texas.
The war situation has been decided, so there is no need for him to stay in Texas.His subordinates wanted to hold a ceremony to enter the capital and asked him to enter the city first, but Yu Guozhen declined on the grounds that "the glory belongs to the soldiers."
Yu Guozhen is by no means a saint. He has seven emotions and six desires, otherwise he would not have three wives and three wives at home, but he still has ambiguous relationships with many women - some of these ambiguities are fake and some are real. He also has a desire for power. With such great power, it would be absolutely impossible for him to "refuse" to become king and give up power like the glorified Luoying Divine Axe. What makes Yu Guozhen better than ordinary people is that he knows that everything should be done in moderation. He wants beauties, but it is impossible to snatch all the beauties in the world to enrich his harem. He wants power, but he can never imagine that he will seize the beauty of every county and every township. The power is concentrated in his hands. He wants glory, but he doesn't have to stand in front of everyone every time he gets glory.
After entering the hotel, he packed his bags and was about to leave when suddenly, a signal soldier broke in.
"The Jianlu Duoduo tribe is forcing them to Shanhaiguan!"
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