At the end of a month, Wen Ming and Ehuang's internships in the Flood Control City were coming to an end. However, Wen Ming wanted to stay and join the construction like Shu Jun, but Shu Jun declined.
Chongbo also believed that the current situation in Wenming was to focus on the management of the main river area in the north, rather than the construction of a large flood control city here.
The main part of this big city is expected to take four years to complete, and the remaining area will be gradually completed in the next ten years. Is Wen Ming just going to stay here and not go to Dahe?
Wen Ming was a little disappointed, but he also knew the priorities and decided to return to Nanqiu to find Concubine again. Maybe this time it was over and he would leave.
The time was short, but I learned a lot!
But just when Wen Ming and Ehuang were discussing and preparing to go back, the tired trio finally arrived at the river in the north.
"I just said that hiring a spirit nailer is more reliable than you, sister!"
Chonghua lamented all the way. Letting Shi Jing lead the way was like opening up a bad navigation system. Going up mountains and down rivers made the three of them look disgraced. They didn't look like the appointed regents, they simply degenerated into primitive people.
Chonghua could only sigh bitterly!
Good guy, I didn’t invite you to Bao Tang Monk to learn Buddhist scriptures from the West. It’s really a loss for the monsters! If you live to the age of heaven, why would you need Guanshiyin to remedy the problem?
With you here, the difficulty of nine-nine-eighty-one will become the difficulty of nine hundred and ninety-eight!
After all, God couldn't stand it anymore, and they met the Nailed Spirit Man. As soon as the taxi got in, everyone felt comfortable.
So Wen Ming was really shocked when he saw Chonghua!
To be honest, Wen Ming had only seen Chonghua once or twice and had no contact with him. But when he saw him this time, Wen Ming was shocked!
With this standard Sumerian refugee look, could it be that a war has broken out in the Central Plains!
And Chonghua saw the big flood control city.
The overflow dam stood in front of Chonghua like a sky wall and told him four words.
Do not enter.
"This, what is this?"
Chonghua looked at the overflow dam in a daze for a long time. It wasn't until Chongbo appeared that Chonghua suddenly came back to his senses.
"Uncle Chong! How are you after a long separation?"
It can be regarded as seeing relatives. When Chongbo saw Chonghua's fleeing appearance, he couldn't help blurting out:
"What's wrong, your kid has been exiled too? Have the four emperors rebelled, and has the Emperor of Heaven been imprisoned? Is there a white rainbow penetrating the sun in the sky? Are there meteors falling? There is not much migration of mountains and rivers. ,Yes or no……"
When Chong Bo said this, he suddenly stopped talking because he saw Shi Jing.
And Chonghua was speechless.
You have been in exile for a year, and you are just writing fantasy with your imagination.
And then? Not to mention how Chongbo and Shijing, an old couple, struggled with each other, it was also the first time that Chonghua and Wenming met in official positions.
This is the official meeting.
But this time, the person who appointed Wen Ming to control the floods was no longer Chonghua, but Emperor Yao and Gonggong, and Wen Ming was nothing more than an auxiliary official for flood control.
I am Yao Chonghua.
My Si Wenming.
He is seventeen.
I'm twenty-five.
He may not be a chicken.
Maybe I am not a tiger either.
This made Ming Shou quite embarrassed.
You guys have been looking at each other for a long time, and you want to become sworn brothers.
Chonghua looked at the overflow dam? He still asked that question.
"What the hell is this?"
When Wen Ming heard this question, his eyes suddenly flashed!
This is a good question! Lao Chonghua, you are very thoughtful!
Why don't you call the senior!
…………
The years pass quietly,
After Xiaoman, the awns grow, and then the summer solstice.
Xiaoshu is coming soon.
Yinglong in the south conveyed a message that Jian Du had returned, indicating that he had successfully managed the fire and had already reached the upper echelons of the Shu tribe.
Are you going to close the net? Otherwise he will become the third in command.
This progress can be said to be very fast.
On the other hand, the emergence of chess has brought unexpected vitality to the usually boring construction site work.
Cultural progress is gradual, and spiritual relaxation is also necessary. When the standard of material living improves, then spiritual life must also keep up.
This is happiness…
Habitability +1? Happiness +3, ecstatic.
And Xiang could finally take a break. During this period, as cultural and sports workers, he and Changqin traveled to many places, and even Xuan She, who wanted to understand the so-called cultural inheritance, came and asked to watch the show.
Xiang is tired from running around and working hard, and his feet have developed calluses at a young age, and the bamboo box he is carrying has weathered the weather. For Xiang, opera is also changing from a way of playing to a profession that he studies seriously.
His name has long been resounding in Hongzhou.
This kind of thing seemed unimaginable in the past, and he could actually become famous all over the world one day.
And Yu Zai even told him that when a lineage appears, more people will enter this portal, some of them out of hobbies, and some to support their families.
The last time the two Zhu Rong fought, eight mountains were destroyed, and more than ten wild valleys were burned by flames. Although it caused huge damage, it also brought a lot of resources, and at the same time dispersed the miasma of large mountains and forests.
The primitive tribesmen in the mountains, led by the five old wizards, finally left the mountains.
They came to Shiqianyuan and were shocked by the prosperity and vitality here. From the fertile soil to the fields, to various instruments and culture, everything impacted their barren imagination.
"Is this a fertile land with no war and food everywhere in the legends of our ancestors?"
Even their old witch Zhu shed tears, thinking that it was indeed a gift from God, which actually allowed them to reach the most beautiful place in the world in the stories of their ancestors.
"Look at this sheep, how fat it is! This is simply the best meat for sacrifice!"
An old shaman, Zhu, trembled and touched the passing lamb, and then was kicked by the lamb.
The person in charge of receiving them was Wizard Yu Ji. After welcoming the new members of Hongzhou, Wizard Yu Ji said that you are already behind several versions of updates!
Your version needs to be upgraded, otherwise it will not support survival games of this generation.
There has been no contact with the outside world since the era of the Three Emperors, and now it is the era of the Five Emperors (to be exact, from Shaohao to Emperor Yao, funny)!
So new culture, new era, new rules, new work, if you want to join, you must adapt.
"Oh, you were attacked by a sheep? That is one of the famous three pests in our south. You must not provoke it..."
For example, if we come here today, we will have a welcome party. We will provide them with some music and opera of the new era and cultivate the sentiments of these primitive people.
There are a total of five primitive tribes with 1,300 people, which is not a lot, but the population is still quite large.
"Xiang, they will be our new tribe from now on. We have also investigated and found that the old wizards are all sincere people. The folk customs of these tribes are also very simple. They are from the Three Emperors era after all."
"People are scrimping on food and clothing, and they must have great skills in electing leaders. How much attention is devoted to fighting for power."
"They are said to be the descendants of the Hong Pang family. It is said that among the descendants of Emperor Yan Shennong, the third Yan Emperor Ming married a goddess as his wife during his southern tour and gave birth to a son named Lu Xu. This Lu Xu also had some background. He It’s the Hong Pang clan who opened the Red Ghost Kingdom.”
"Well... then you can tell us about the Battle of Banquan and introduce the successors of Emperor Yan and Emperor Huang, the second generation."
The elephant then put on a mask from the Three Emperors era, and the drama was changed to a live dance drama because it was feared that the primitive people would not be able to understand the shadow puppet show.
The form of ancient opera was originally transformed from sacrificial songs and dances. For primitive tribal people, live-action drama is more understood and accepted by them.
With the help of several young men in the drama class, Xiang played the role of the old Emperor Yan, while the person opposite Xiang who played the role of Emperor Huang was a young man named "Yu Lian", who was a member of the Akagata clan.
This drama made Nan Zhurong and the others come here after hearing about it. When Nan Zhurong saw this scene, he was angry at first, but when he took a closer look, he couldn't help but find it funny.
"The descendants of Emperor Yan play the role of Emperor Huang, and the descendants of Emperor Huang play the role of Emperor Yan. This is really..."
At the same time, people from afar came under the cover of night, as if they were about to board the stage, turned around, and suddenly looked stunned.
He actually saw his elder brother!
Accompanied by Wen Ming, Chonghua and the others came here. When they heard that there was a dramatic performance, they hurried over.
Chonghua did not recognize the elephant.
But in Xiang's heart, his mood was extremely complicated.
He took a deep breath and took the stage to perform.
This drama performance was very successful. These original residents who claimed to be the descendants of Hong Pang's followers all began to mourn after seeing the disappearance of Emperor Yan's world.
Even Nan Zhurong looked slightly trembling. Although he had never seen the Battle of Banquan, he had only heard about it, but now that he saw the scene in his dream come true in the drama, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
The scene kept changing, and the residents of the primitive tribe also sang ancient tunes. When the horns blew, Nan Zhurong burst into tears again!
Your mother, this is how it feels, my youth is back!
Chonghua and the others also watched. The Battle of Banquan was also a story to them, and Chonghua had never seen this performance mode called drama.
He was suddenly intoxicated.
Xiang wore the mask of Emperor Yan and a beast robe, and shouted out a sentence with great emotion.
It was a song full of hope.
"In the south of the mountain!"
The song ended with a ballad. Everyone cried or shouted, and Chonghua and the others also learned how to applaud. Chonghua said to Mingshou:
"This Emperor Yan is so well acted!"
And Xiang also heard it. When he saw his elder brother and younger sister cheering for him below, he fluttered his wings, raised his horns, and started dancing again!
Open, open!
It was really the Green Feather Divine Weaver, holding a torch in its hand, stepping on the steps of Fuxi Heluo, wearing the regalia of the Heavenly Emperor on its face, and straightening its head, as if the Emperor's shadow had returned!
Suddenly, the sudden dance of the elephant made everyone lose their voices in an instant!
It also attracted everyone’s attention!
Just listen to him saying loudly:
"The fields grow here, the acres south are cultivated - oh! There are them all over the world!"
