Chapter 822: The Last Song

At that time, he also experienced the scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow.

But what was more at that time was not the beautiful scenery in the cold winter, but the severe cold brought by the heavy snow.

It seems that he has forgotten the beauty of snow.

"De Cao, are you homesick?" Mr. Pang De asked softly after taking a sip of tea.

"Well, a little bit!" Sima Hui said truthfully.

"What does it mean to be a little bit, homesickness is homesickness!"

Mr. Pang De frowned, feigning displeasure, and said softly: "According to the school system, winter is a holiday. If you want to go back and have a look, go back and have a look. Meet old friends and catch up on the old days!"

Sima Hui gave Lord Pound a look: "Do you want me to take you with you?"

Mr. Pang De smiled: "Those who know me are also moral."

no way!

The North Country in Ye Feng's poems is simply a beautiful picture.

Such beautiful scenery is a fatal blow to anyone, it is so tempting!

Lord Pound said, I can't resist it!

"How? Is it okay? If it's okay, let's leave tomorrow, and come back after playing until the beginning of spring, and it won't delay the start of school."

Lord Pound's eyes brightened, and he began to seduce Sima Hui.

Sima Hui thought for a while: "Okay! I really want to go home and have a look. By the way, we will also go to the Yellow River and the Northland, so that we can see the scenery of the Northland!"

Duke Pound was overjoyed: "It's a deal, I'll send someone back to pack things!"

Jiangdong, Chaisang.

A wine shop.

"Our Majesty really deserves to be a noble scholar in the world. This poem is simply amazing!"

"That's right! I've lived in Jiangdong for thirty years, but I haven't seen any snow at all. It makes me want to go to the north to see it."

"If you want to go, I want to go too, or let's go together, anyway, you have nothing to do when you are free."

"I'm fine, you guys are going to be taken to the north, and I want to go too!"

Everyone looked at you, and I said a word, they were all talking about the snow scene in the Northland.

Anyway, it is very convenient now, with the opening of sea freight, the electricians only need to carry a boat, and they can float to the north, and they can also go to Mount Tai by the way.

"Hey, how is your party going? If we have a lot of people going, we can split the money a bit. It will be very convenient for us to stay together or play together, isn't it?"

"It sounds good! Separate the money, not only will you spend less, but you can also be with you. It's a multiplicity of things. I want to go. Does anyone want to go?"

"I want to go too!"

"I am coming too!"

"I am coming too!"

"Don't leave me behind!"

After a while, seventeen or eight people signed up.

The person who took the lead rolled his eyes: "Just right! I have connections, maybe I can get a boat. After I negotiate the price, let's go on a trip to Mount Tai together."

"Can!"

"no problem!"

"Then you have to hurry up, it will be December soon."

Beside him, a man dressed as a scholar leaned forward: "My friend, I am a student of the Academy, and I also want to see the scenery of the Northland. Can your boat take me?"

The man agreed: "Yes, as long as you can pay the money."

The man was overjoyed: "No problem! I'll go back and tell my classmates, there must be many of them wanting to go!"

Mi Fu.

Mi Zhuduan sat at the head, holding "Wearing the World", reading it with fascination.

Although he is a businessman, he also likes poetry and songs very much, otherwise he would not be able to teach such a girl.

"Brother!"

"Brother!"

A voice came from outside.

Mi Zhu raised his eyes and saw that it was his younger brother Mi Fang who entered the room: "What's the matter? But what happened?"

Mi Fang shook her head, and said softly: "It's nothing serious, but my brother found a business opportunity!"

Mi Zhu smiled lightly: "Oh? What business opportunity?"

Mi Fang was in high spirits: "Brother, should you know that in "Morning to the World", His Majesty improvised that poem about snow in the palace examination?"

Mi Zhu nodded: "Of course I know."

After finishing speaking, he casually threw "Chaowen Tianxia" to Mi Fang: "Look, I was reading aloud for my brother just now, it's so beautiful!"

Mi Fang was overjoyed: "Brother, my brother's business opportunity is related to this poem."

Mi Zhu felt puzzled: "Oh? Tell me!"

Mi Fang opened her mouth and said, "Brother, there are many people in the south who want to enjoy the snowy scenery in the north. Before that, there were people who wanted to charter a boat. Can you use the resources in your hands to take these people for a while?" Circle, charge per head."

The more Mi Zhu listened to it, the more he felt that it was feasible. He nodded humbly: "It's good! You have to implement it as soon as possible. Let's try to make it an industry, and we can do it every year in the future!"

Since then, the embryonic form of tourism was born!

Night Breeze might never know.

A piece of poetry and prose he wrote, in this era, has actually spawned an industry.

The oldest tourism industry!

However, although he didn't know this time, he could clearly feel that the number of people visiting Mount Tai had increased a lot recently.

This not only means that his articles have a strong appeal, but also means that the living standards of the common people have improved to a higher level, no longer limited to the problem of food and clothing, but thinking about the construction of a higher spiritual civilization.

This is a symbol of the improvement of comprehensive national strength!

Of course, not only ordinary people came to Mount Tai, but also generals and military advisers stationed everywhere.

Most of them have their own houses in Mount Tai, and even if they don't, there are luxury post houses for them to live in.

When we finally met, it was a long time of bragging and farting, pushing and drinking.

In the post house.

The generals sat together.

Zhang Fei toasted one by one, and none of them would be left behind. After a while, he poured all the generals with all kinds of meat and eight vegetables.

Ma Chao hiccupped, turned his attention to Zhang Fei, and teased, "Third General, you are His Majesty's adopted brother. Don't you know what it is that His Majesty called us back this time?"

Pang De took a sip of the wine himself: "That's right, I'm staying in the Western Regions, do you know how many eyes are watching us there? If it wasn't for Wen Ruo to go back, I really wouldn't dare to come back easily."

"You're afraid of a bird's egg!"

Zhang Fei stared with tiger eyes, the size of a cow's egg: "The pigs and dogs from the Western Regions come to beat them if they have any breeds. The third grandfather is still worried that there is no reason to send troops to beat them fatly. He dares to try a hair!"

"Hahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter.

"Yide, drink less!"

Guan Yu stroked his long beard with his hand, and said calmly: "You have already drunk a lot, be careful that you won't even be able to go back to your own mansion later, your habit of beating people after drinking, I don't know if it has improved a bit after so many years. ?”

Said softly to Zuo Manchong: "General Guan can rest assured about this, our three generals have long since lost this habit, although we still drink well, but without me here, we will definitely be able to return home safely."