Actually, Wang Er and his family, along with Wang An and his two brothers, left Fenghe County early this morning. However, because they brought a lot of things with them, they hired a donkey cart to transport them, and they didn't see the village until noon.
But before they entered the village, they were stopped.
The leader was the county magistrate of the county to which their village belonged.
The county magistrate is one level lower than the county magistrate in terms of official rank, but even so, ordinary people cannot see him whenever they want.
But at this moment, he found a secluded place outside the village and squatted there for a long time, until his legs were numb.
Seeing the Wang family coming, he stood up immediately, seemingly without feeling any discomfort, and just smiled and said, "I finally waited for you to come."
Wang Er was startled.
There are really too many people coming.
Not only was there a county magistrate, but there were also many officials following behind him. They were wearing the uniforms of the yamen, but one or two of them were carrying gongs and holding drums, and they didn't look like they were on duty at all.
So Wang Er and Wang An looked at each other, got off the donkey cart, and walked towards the county magistrate, both with cautious expressions.
Before they could ask, the county magistrate waved behind him and said, "Is this Mr. Wang An?" Then he turned his head and said, "Quick, tie him up!"
...Tie it up?
They didn't do anything, why did they come up and tie them up?
Wang Er subconsciously stood in front of his nephew, extending his arms to protect him, and asked, "Sir, what are you talking about? My Anlang hasn't done anything great."
The county magistrate smiled and said, "Look at what you said. In our county, is there anything smaller than what your child did?"
At this time, the messenger also brought something.
Wang Er was stunned when he saw it.
Because what this person brought was neither a hemp rope nor an iron chain, but a piece of red silk with a big red flower on it.
Nowadays in Qi State, there are certain rules for matching this kind of big red flower.
Only if one gets married, passes the imperial examination, or achieves great merit will the government grant him a special gift of a red flower to wear, which cannot be used casually.
It looks like this is a reward.
Before Wang Er could react, the officers came over and tied the rope around Wang An.
Although Wang An is tall, he has a small frame. This big flower completely fills his chest and almost blocks his face.
Then the county magistrate called out to his men, "Carry up the plaque, call Muramasa, and go into the village!"
"yes."
Before Wang An understood the situation, he and his second uncle walked at the front of the team.
Wang An's second brother, sitting on the donkey cart, looked ahead curiously: "What's going on?"
Wang Er's wife, Tang, didn't hear what they said clearly, but she was smart and had gained a lot of experience in the county town these days. She quickly guessed, "It's probably the county giving respect to your brother and second uncle. Don't worry, it's a good thing."
The boy immediately calmed down and sat back obediently.
Wang An's third brother was young and was holding a sugar man in his hand.
But his eyes were not on the sugar man, but on Tang's daughter Nizi, and he asked curiously, "Is my sister doing her homework?"
Nizi raised her head and smiled when she heard that. She shook the charcoal pencil in her hand and said in a clear voice: "Well, it's the homework for kindergarten. I have to draw ten pictures."
"Let me see," the third brother examined it for a moment and nodded in a serious manner, "The pig that my sister drew is really cute."
When Nizi heard this, the smile on her little face suddenly froze.
She looked down at her painting blankly and muttered softly, "I drew a big tiger..."
The third brother choked, rolled his eyes, and stuffed the candy man in his hand to the sister, coaxing her to eat it, then secretly covered the painting and pretended nothing had happened.
At this time, the team had already entered the village and headed straight for the Wang family.
They made a big show of themselves, beating drums and gongs along the way, which naturally attracted a lot of people's attention.
Wang Er and Wang An were talking to the county magistrate and did not look to the sides.
But Tang was sitting on the donkey cart, carefully protecting her three children, but she heard the discussions of the people around her.
You can hear surprise, envy, and some noise mixed in.
Apparently, the gossip that "Wang Da was tricked by his younger brother and abandoned by his son" had already spread a long time ago. Now that they were back, naturally some people started to mutter about it.
Tang listened to it.
If it were her previous self, she would definitely jump out of the car and argue with those things with mouths.
But at this moment, Tang, who had experienced the county town, remained calm and still smiled as she accompanied her daughter in drawing a pig... no, a big tiger.
When they arrived at the Wang family's door, the team stopped and Tang got off the donkey cart with her three children and walked towards Wang Er and Wang An.
By now, the uncle and nephew already knew the purpose of the county magistrate's visit.
He came to congratulate the Wang family and present them with a plaque.
And this plaque was written by the county magistrate himself!
According to the county, County Magistrate Zhuang wanted to tell the villagers in the entire county that as long as they have the ability, they can try their luck in the factory. He also wanted to encourage everyone to go to school. Even if it is not for the purpose of taking the imperial examination, it is good to learn a skill.
The Wang family is the progressive model they set up.
But no matter what County Magistrate Zhuang’s purpose was, this great honor fell on the Wang family.
When Wang Er thought of this, he couldn't stop smiling.
But Wang An was a little shy.
He was young, and thin-skinned after all. He picked at the big red flower on his chest and muttered quietly, "Can I take this off first? I've been wearing it all the way, it's almost worn out."
Finally, Mrs. Tang smiled and said, "Why take it off? Auntie thinks it fits Anlang perfectly and looks good. It would be nice if people could see it more."
The county magistrate also nodded, and Wang An finally put his thoughts to rest.
Wang Er was a little puzzled. He was a simple and honest person and didn't think too much, so he whispered to his attentive wife, "Who are you showing this to?"
Tang stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear, "Show it to my parents, show it to my eldest brother, and show it to the villagers."
Letting your family see it is naturally to make them happy.
Show it to the villagers to shut their mouths and shut all the gossip back, so that you can avoid a lot of trouble in the future.
It was at this time that Muramasa finally found Wang Da.
At this moment, Wang Da's face was still confused.
He glanced at Wang Er's family, then at his three sons, and finally fixed his gaze on the big red flower on Wang An's chest. He was a little stunned and said, "What's going on...Son, are you going to get married?"
Wang An's face turned red, almost the same color as the big red flower.
The county magistrate came forward and looked at Wang Da kindly, his manner giving the impression that he was visiting the countryside to offer condolences. However, what he said was not a warm greeting, but rather a shower of praise: "Your family has truly produced a talented person."
Although Wang Da knew that his family had jobs in the county town, since he was illiterate, Wang Er mostly brought back verbal messages, so naturally he could not tell the details.
So at this moment Wang Da didn't know anything about their affairs.
Then the county magistrate said, "Your brother and sister-in-law are both very capable."
Wang Da: "I know that."
Although many people were shocked when they first learned that women could work and study, many things are just like what their superiors do.
When this was done in the county town, officials did not say anything, and the wealthy families were even more eager to teach their daughters to read and write. Then the common people would see and follow suit.
In addition, the cost of education is low now. If girls study well, they can also work and earn money like boys, so their families will naturally pay more attention to them.
In just a few months, they seemed to have become accustomed to women working and no longer found it strange at all.
County Magistrate: "Then did you know that he helped build the immortal temple in the county town?"
Wang Da sucked in a breath of cold air, and the villagers behind him who had entered the onlookers' mode also exclaimed in surprise.
Fairy temple, that is a fairy temple!
In Fenghe County, the most sought-after stories right now are those related to Langyun.
As a result, when they could only listen to legends, others had already started building temples for immortals?
Will this give it a touch of fairy spirit?
Then the county magistrate continued, "And your boy is even more remarkable. He has become Master Mo's disciple."
Wang Da was bewildered: "Who is Master Mo?"
Most of the other villagers don't know this person either.
Immediately, the children who were studying in the private school jumped up and said, "It's Master Mo from the academy over there. He's quite talented. Our teacher said that even the county magistrate's son might not be accepted as his disciple!"
Why didn’t he accept the county magistrate’s son but Wang An?
This...this...
The county magistrate seemed to think that the excitement was not great enough and continued, "Also, the charcoal pencils used in Fenghe County now were all developed by your kid and others."
In one word, everyone fell silent.
If the fairy temple still has some illusory aspects, then this charcoal pencil is a real thing that they can see every day.
Not only the children who go to school use it, but also many illiterate farmers use it.
Use it to write and draw, learn the recently popular sketching, or at the very least, use it to count when filling sacks during the wheat harvest.
But they didn't know who improved the charcoal pencil. They just thought that it must be a genius idea to evolve it from the black and gray thing that filled your fist into what it is now.
But now I find that the genius is right next to me?
Wang An was a little embarrassed: "It's not all my idea. The method given by Langyun Immortal is better. They inspired me."
As a result, this humble statement caused a greater response.
Wang Da stared at his son with wide eyes and asked, "You, have you received enlightenment from the immortal?"
Wang An: ...Ah?
He really didn't expect the topic to turn to this matter. He wanted to say no, but he felt like it seemed to be the case.
As a result, everyone started chatting at once.
"I didn't realize you all had spoken to the Immortal!"
"Are they as powerful as the legends say, with thousands of transformations and abilities?"
"Can immortals ride on clouds?"
Wang An doesn't know the answer to this question, but Wang Er can.
Wang Er, who had personally witnessed Shao Zhu riding a magical two-wheeled vehicle amidst a cloud of smoke, said solemnly, "Of course he will, and it's even more shocking than what's in the story."
Just one sentence made the villagers gasp again.
Among the crowd, Xu San, who had also received a reward, did not feel that he was overshadowed at all. Instead, he was glad that it was the Wang family that was in power.
He was very self-aware. Whether he was working in a factory, going to a temple to cultivate immortality, or making charcoal pencils, he was not good at anything.
It was luck that I happened to meet Li Hu and recognized him before.
If the Wang family becomes powerful now, he, who had a close relationship with the Wang family before, will naturally be able to benefit from it, which is already very good.
As for those who say sour and weird things...
Thinking of this, Xu San turned his head and looked.
Then I found that those sour people had fallen silent.
Especially after hearing that Wang An had a relationship with an immortal, he lowered his head and tried his best to reduce his presence.
There were also a few people who put their hands together, and no one knew what they were praying for, and they were trembling all over.
Xu San raised his eyebrows and said in a neither loud nor soft voice: "These days, anything can be long, but the tongue is better off being short."
As a result, those who were originally sharp-tongued now didn't even have the heart to talk back.
Tang took the opportunity to ask someone to help unload the New Year's goods he brought back from the truck.
The villagers, whose opinions had completely changed, no longer had any bitter words to say. Instead, they were filled with envy and spoke cautiously, "What did you buy back then?"
Tang was born pretty, and she had good food and drink in the county town, and she also had a job. Now she looked more and more beautiful and more capable.
"They are just some small things, some bought from the caravan, all for the family." He paused, "There are also some that we use in the factory. If they look good, we brought them home."
As she spoke, she reached out and casually took a few things out of the box.
These are the gloves used when working, the perfume used for cleaning, and the glasses given to them by the immortals as rewards after they are no longer used.
Each one is a rare item.
Especially the glass cup, which sparkles in the sunlight. Who has ever seen such a transparent and beautiful object before?
For a moment, everyone was amazed and no one dared to touch it for fear of breaking it.
I'm afraid I can't afford the compensation.
These things also made them fully understand that the Wang family today is no longer the old and young family that can be arbitrarily arranged.
From now on, you have to think carefully before you speak or act.
Tang swept his eyes over everyone, taking in all the changes in their expressions.
But he remained calm, as if what he had just said and done was casual, and he quietly hid all the waves.
Wang Er and Wang An were unaware of the emotional changes behind the villagers, and they quickly entered the courtyard.
Wang Da had long forgotten the unpleasantness he had just experienced at Xu San's house. The usually serious man now wore only a smile on his face. He kept saying, "Hurry, go see my parents and tell them about these good things!" Then he turned around and saw his wife coming back with fish. He kept saying, "Go buy more, buy more! Don't be stingy. We have a big celebration today and we need to prepare a feast!"
Although Wang Da's wife didn't know what had happened, she knew it was a big deal just by looking at the scene.
So she didn't ask anything else, just agreed and left in a hurry, wanting to buy more things before the market was over, and also to hire people and rent a big pot to prepare the banquet.
Tang, who had been standing quietly by, handed Nizi to Wang Er's care, and caught up with her sister-in-law with the purse in her hand.
Before the banquet began, the county magistrate first hung the plaque bestowed by the Zhuang County Magistrate on the Wang family.
Wang Da couldn't read, so he pulled Wang An aside and asked, "What's written on this?"
Wang An explained to him: "Four words: family harmony."
"What do you mean?"
Wang An thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Dad, you've worked so hard, taking care of the family, the fields, and my parents. This is what keeps our family harmonious, allows my second uncle to be at ease in the county town, and allows my son to study and work well."
Just one sentence made Wang Da's eyes moist.
How could he not know the gossip the villagers were saying? How could he not know the abilities of his brothers and son?
As a result, the county magistrate gave the plaque to himself!
Wang Da immediately bowed deeply, then ran to have someone hang up the plaque, hanging it high for everyone to see!
The purpose of this plaque is not only to boost the morale of the Wang family, but more importantly, it lets all the villagers know -
There are many opportunities in the county town, as long as you work hard, you can find a way!
Even if nothing is accomplished, I can at least return to the village and gain some experience.
As for farming in the village, it's also good. Didn't you see that Wang Da, who digs the ground every day, even dug out a plaque?
So, the villagers who heard the news all had their own plans.
Anyway, it is winter now, which is the slack season for farmers, so they can go to the city to look for some opportunities.
In Fenghe County, a group of Langyun students who have completed their mission are preparing to return to school, and Chai Kexin is one of them.
Shao Zhu was about to go out to check on the progress of the road paving, so he accompanied her out of the city and asked as they walked, "Didn't you say you wanted to write a paper based on the earthquake situation here?"
Chai Kexin pushed up her glasses and said softly, "The aftershocks here are no longer affecting the houses, so there's no need to keep an eye on the scene. The data detected by the instrument will be automatically stored, so we can save it for later."
"There's no need to be so anxious."
"I want to go back for the New Year."
Shao Zhu was slightly stunned.
The Chinese New Year is a time for family happiness. No matter whether it is before or after the time travel, the meaning is the same.
Eat dumplings, post Spring Festival couplets, listen to the gala as background music, and watch virtual fireworks.
At least it makes sense.
But for Langyun’s students, they have left their hometown, relatives and friends and come to this strange world, and survival is the top priority.
And they know very well that the system is the only channel connecting the two sides.
Although they don’t know whether they can go back in the future, for now, if they want to live a good life, many things can only be exchanged through the system, so what they need to do is to use tasks to help themselves and their profession earn points.
There may be times when you miss home, but tears are useless. It is more realistic to work hard to become a talented person.
So they actually had no idea about these festivals. Now when Chai Keyin mentioned it, Shao Zhu realized: "Yes, it's the New Year." As he said that, he took out his mobile phone.
As the vice president of the student union, many arrangements will still be passed on to him even if he is no longer in school.
Obviously, the school has made preparations for the New Year's Eve. They have been here for nearly two years, and now the construction of the school has been preliminarily completed. The students' task progress is also on track. It's time to have some fun.
I guess there will be quite a few shows.
Maybe there will be Aboriginal people participating?
But Shao Zhu was just thinking about it and had no intention of going back.
Between happiness and points, he chose points.
Because, only with points can you have real happiness!
He put his phone in his pocket and said with a smile, "I guess I'll be staying in Fenghe County for a while. When I return, I'll take the data away for you."
Chai Kexin smiled and said, "Okay, thank you very much."
Shao Zhu smiled back: "One hundred points each time."
Chai Kexin's smile quickly disappeared: "Is there still any friendship among classmates?"
Shao Zhu said seriously, "In front of points, what feelings are there? They mean nothing."
Chai Kexin: …
Okay, you win.
In the end, they set the price at sixty-six, which sounded right to me.
When passing by the Xianmiao Square, Chai Kexin took a look and looked surprised: "It's only been a few days since I last saw you, and there are so many people here?"
Shao Zhu also looked over and smiled: "Well, the temple is almost completed now, and the surrounding shops have been set up. Many caravans have settled here, so naturally more people will come here."
Chai Kexin blinked and said softly, "From this perspective, it should be quite nice to celebrate the New Year in Fenghe County."
Then she saw that there were a lot of people gathered in front of one of the shops.
Chai Kexin was quite curious: "What's that selling? Whose caravan owns it?"
Shao Zhu took a look and replied, "Oh, that's what Mr. Gong's men hired to sell through a caravan."
“…Why hire someone?”
"Because as managers, they shouldn't be opening a store there, and as immortals, it's not appropriate for them to sell things there." Shao Zhu thought for a moment, "Teacher Gong said that this is called a backdoor listing, which complies with market rules."
……All right.
At this time, I saw someone leaving happily with something in his hands.
Among the things they were holding were window decorations, couplets, and some exquisite little dolls.
But these things are different from ordinary ones.
Usually, door gods are placed on doors during Chinese New Year, but the stickers they held showed a familiar image.
It was clearly the Peng Lang wearing a safety helmet that Mo Fuzi had painted before!
The couplets he held no longer had auspicious words like "May the whole family be happy and prosperous", but instead -
Chai Kexin narrowed her eyes, pushed up her glasses, and muttered, "Time is like water in a sponge. As long as you are willing to squeeze it, there will always be some."
Shao Zhu didn't need her to ask and said directly: "This is what Mr. Lu Xun said. It is absolutely true. He is not lying."
Chai Kexin was a little confused: "Why do we have to write this in the couplet?"
Shao Zhu replied, "Perhaps for the people here, the words of the immortals in the fairyland are more useful than ordinary auspicious words."
Chai Kexin pointed at the figurines that were either clay or dough figurines and asked, "What about those little things that look like us?"
Shao Zhu smiled and said, "Teacher Gong said she's discovered that the indigenous people love to worship Langyun, and they'll try their best to get some items back for worship. Each item is quite valuable. Instead of letting them pirate it, why not release the genuine product? We can use official channels, purchase it legally, and it will also help her students gain experience. It's a win-win-win situation."
But Chai Kexin stared at it for a long time before whispering, "Is this the surrounding area?"
"What?"
"Those are banners, those are light signs, and those are figurines."
Shao Zhu was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses. Hey, it seems to be true.
Is this fan economy?
Looking at the hot scene over there, the two looked at each other.
At the same time, I saw admiration in the other person's eyes——
Teacher Gong is worthy of being a teacher of business, she knows how to make money!
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