Chapter 2272: The Secular Cause in One’s Heart

"On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the Lantern Festival, everyone will go to the village to watch the performance. Don't send me off, go back!"

The team left the village, and the people followed behind to see them off. Xiao Han kept crying.

Li Yi didn't use a loudspeaker, he just shouted at the top of his voice. There were few people, so shouting would be enough. Using a loudspeaker would be disrespectful.

The people still followed behind, everyone wiped their tears, reluctant to leave.

"Go back quickly, don't cry, are you seeing me off or attending the funeral? Yu Lin Feiqi, stop them for me."

Li Yi had no choice but to ask Yu Lin Feiqi to take action and stop them. Otherwise, you are going to send me back to Li's village? Then I will send you off again?

Yu Lin Feiqi smiled and stood in a row, blocking the villagers.

"No more sending off, let's go to Li's village on the Lantern Festival."

Murama saw that he really couldn't send them off all the time, and shouted!

The villagers' mood improved again, yes! We will meet soon, Li Dongzhu invited us to celebrate the festival.

Song Jing and others envied, if officials could be like this, the Tang Dynasty would be safe!

The people don’t just send you off casually. If you don’t get their approval, they won’t care about you.

Song Jing felt this the most. No one saw him off when he left the Guangzhou Governor’s Office.

When they knew he was going to the court to be the prime minister, the local organization said they would erect a monument of love for him.

So he didn’t want it. That monument of love was not the local people’s recognition of his ruling, but the local officials’ flattery of his power.

If the people don’t have you in their hearts, what’s the use of a monument of love?

Look at Xiao Yi again. No one said they would erect a monument of love for him, but he had a tablet of longevity for him, even if they used mosquito coils to show it in summer.

The monument of love is placed outside, and you may not even look at it when you pass by.

The tablet of longevity is placed in the main hall of the house, or in the main position, and you can’t help but look at it.

Today, the villagers are bidding farewell to His Majesty and Xiao Yi, and it has nothing to do with me and others.

If His Majesty and Xiao Yi don’t come, it will be different if I, the prime minister, come to the village.

There may be more etiquette, which seems very solemn, but there is a distance between the villagers and me. Prime Minister! Such a big official, he has come to our village, no one should talk nonsense or say the wrong thing.

If it were Xiao Yi, Li Dongzhu is here! The people laughed and the children cheered.

If I had a conflict with Xiao Yi in the village, I guess the people would shout "Protect Prime Minister Song" and gather around.

After the people dispersed, I fell to the ground with a swollen nose and face. I was lucky that my arms and legs were not broken, and I was lucky that I didn't die.

And Xiao Yi only needed to stand there and watch, without moving, and someone even brought tables and chairs and snacks and tea.

Thinking of this, Song Jing urged his horse to Li Yi's side.

Li Yi also rode a horse and looked around. Is there anyone coming to assassinate? My target is so obvious.

"Xiao Yi, how will Luoyan Temple be dealt with in the future?"

Song Jing felt cold and windy, and he was high on the horse.

"Old Song, go to the car! You are uncomfortable with the wind, your body functions are declining, you are prone to colds, runny noses and tears."

Li Yi talked about health first. Look at you, you are sick, and I have to treat you again.

The last time you had a histamine reaction, it was me who did it myself.

"Don't be afraid if you wear a mask." Song Jing waved his hand. He was indeed wearing a mask.

But he was wearing a mask with cartoon patterns. This was prepared for children. He was an adult, didn't he feel small?

Li Yi looked at it and suddenly remembered his own time, the epidemic.

Everyone wore masks, and finally found that fewer people caught colds, which was obviously to deal with the epidemic.

When everyone wore masks, they found that masks also had a warming effect, and even relieved rhinitis.

So more than 70% of people got used to wearing masks, and the number of people with colds decreased significantly.

When there was no epidemic, many adults and children went to the hospital in winter to catch a cold and get intravenous drips.

With the epidemic, the number of people with colds dropped sharply.

All those who opened clinics said that life was difficult!

Generally, people who come to get an IV drip don't wear masks, or wear masks with their noses exposed.

Some people feel difficulty breathing and expose their noses, while others show their personality. I wear a mask out of helplessness, and I expose my nose as a form of resistance.

So most people who go to the doctor for a cold expose their noses, and even those who are infected by the epidemic are like this.

"Hehehe!" Li Yi couldn't help laughing, and quickly restrained himself: "It's mainly the venue. I don't expect the temple to make money."

"If it doesn't make money, I believe you will leave it unused?" Song Jing asked.

"The temple fair will provide performances at the venue, and then folk art will be arranged, that is, performances by people like the opera. There are many forms, and I will bring them out later."

Li Yi did not hide it, he wanted to hold a temple fair.

Later, he would bring out Huangmei Opera, Peking Opera and other opera programs, including Errenzhuan, drama, opera...

"That's great." Song Jing didn't understand it very well, and just thought it provided a stage for people like the opera to perform.

Li Yi thought about it, and suddenly sang in his throat: "Singing folk songs, singing here, there is 'live', there is 'live'."

Song Jing: "..."

"Singing folk songs, singing in the east, there is 'live' in the west, there is 'live' in the west, the spring river is beautiful..." The little robots sang together.

"Old Song, it's all kinds of performing arts, reflected in the temple fair, people like this. For example, I'll change it, the moon on the fifteenth day, rises in the sky"

Li Yi said and suddenly sang again, but the resonance position was different.

Some of the little robots immediately said: "Why are there no clouds next to it..."

The other part of the little robots sang in two parts: "Clouds"

Song Jing felt relieved in an instant. He looked at the little robot and asked, "How can you do this?" I only have one in my yard. Can you push a few more back?

"Look, even in temples and monasteries, people are talking about temple fairs. Why not say temple fairs and monastery fairs? Because the people have awe in their hearts, and Chinese civilization has a positive position."

Li Yi discussed ideological issues with Song Jing, which the prime minister must know.

When the people talk about temple fairs and community plays, even if the venues are temples and monasteries.

The temple is for worshipping ghosts, and ghosts are also ghosts. The souls of one's ancestors are still ghosts.

Community is a question of venue, a simple explanation of the evolved sacrifice.

As he sang about the meeting at Aobao, Aobao is a large and obvious signpost, which is called Aobao.

It's just like driving on the highway at an intersection to go to other places, there is a sign, Aobao.

Everyone has to find this place to go to the next place conveniently. Otherwise, the grassland is so big, and I don't have a satellite positioning system. What should I do if I go the wrong way?

People on the road may not be in the same group, nor may they all come from the same direction.

Aobao is a service area. Come here to rest and follow the arrows to go there.

The song of meeting at Aobao is taken from local ethnic groups.

It is about men and women from different tribes. Everyone needs to travel, or even trade. Hey, let's do it here.

Men and women from different teams and tribes meet here, but they can't add each other as friends to have more contact in the future.

Cherish this moment, sing and dance. Under the light of the bonfire, the night is beautiful and people are even more beautiful.

This is the meeting at Aobao. People on the road from various places come to the same service area, and men and women in a hurry talk and chat, right?