"On the 15th day of the first lunar month, everyone goes to the village to watch the performance. Stop sending it, go back!"

The team left the village and the people came to see each other off, and Xiaohan kept crying.

Li Yi didn't use a loud horn, and shouted at the top of his voice, "There are few people, just shout, and using a loud horn will make you disrespectful."

The people were still following behind, and everyone wiped their tears and couldn't bear to leave.

"Go back quickly, stop crying. Are you going to see you off or to attend the funeral? Yulin Feiqi stopped me."

Li Yi had no choice but to ask Yulin Feiqi to take action and stop him, otherwise you would send him back to the Li family village? Then I will send him to you again?

The Yulin Feiqi stood in rows with a smile, blocking in front of the villagers.

"I won't give it to you. On the Lantern Festival, let's go to Lijiazhuang."

When the village saw that it was impossible to send it all over, he shouted!

The villagers are in a good mood again, yes! We will meet soon, and Master Li invites us to celebrate the festival.

Song Jing and others envied that if all officials could do this, the Tang Dynasty would be in peace!

People don’t just see you off casually. If they don’t get their recognition, they don’t care about you.

Song Jing felt the most deeply about it. No one gave it to him when he left the Guangzhou Governor's Office.

When I learned that he was in the court and became the prime minister, the local government organized it and said that he would erect a monument of love for him.

Therefore, he didn't want it. The monument of love was not the recognition of his rule by the local people, but the flattery of local officials for his power.

If the people don’t have you in their hearts, so what if they erect the remains of love?

Looking at Xiao Yi again, no one said that he had a monument of love for him, but there were tablets of immortality worshipped, even if it was expressed in summer with mosquito coils.

The Monument of Love is placed outside and may not even look at it when passing by.

The tablet of immortality is placed in the main hall of the home, or in the main hall, and it is impossible not to see it.

Today, the villagers say goodbye to His Majesty and Xiao Yi, which has nothing to do with him and others.

If Your Majesty and Xiao Yi don’t come, you will be the prime minister and you will be able to go to the village, and you will be sure to be different.

Maybe there will be more etiquette and it will appear very serious, but there is a distance between the villagers and themselves, the prime minister! What a great official, when he arrives in our village, no one can talk nonsense or say the wrong thing.

If it were Xiao Yi, Master Li is here! The people are smiling and the children are cheering.

If he had a conflict with Xiao Yi in the village, the people would probably be surrounded by shouting "Protect the Prime Minister Song".

After the people dispersed, they fell to the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face. Their arms and legs were not broken, and they were lucky. Not dying was the blessing they had been asking for in eight lifetimes.

Xiaoyi just needs to stand there and watch without moving, and someone even brings tables, chairs, snacks and tea.

Thinking of this, Song Jing urged the horse to Li Yi.

Li Yi was also riding a horse and looking around. Is anyone coming to assassinate me? My target is so obvious.

"Xiao Yi, how to deal with Luoyan Temple in Houluo?"

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

"Old Song, go to the car! If you feel uncomfortable, your body function will decline, and you will easily get cold and runny nose and tears."

Li Yi first said that he is healthy. You see, you are troubled and sick, and I will treat you again.

The last time you had a histamine reaction, I 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 wore a cartoon mask, which was prepared for the children. He was an adult, didn’t he think it was small?

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

Everyone wore masks, but in the end they found that fewer people caught colds, obviously to deal with the epidemic.

When everyone wears masks, they find that masks have a warm effect and even relieve rhinitis.

So more than 70% of people get used to wearing masks, and there are a lot of fewer people with colds.

When there is no epidemic, many adults and children go to the hospital in winter, catch a cold and get intravenous injections.

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

Everyone who opens the clinic says that life is hard!

Generally, those who come to get an IVF do not wear a mask, or wear a mask to expose their nose.

Some people feel that breathing is difficult and their noses are exposed, while others show their personality. I wear a mask and I am helpless. My nose is exposed.

Therefore, most people who have a cold have exposed their noses, and even those who are infected by the epidemic are also exposed.

"Hahaha!" Li Yi couldn't help laughing out loud, and quickly restrained: "It's mainly the venue, and I didn't expect to make money in the temple."

"If I don't make money, I will leave it alone?" Song Jing asked.

"The temple fair provides performances at the venue, and then folk art will be arranged, which is performed by people like Liyuan. There are many forms, and I will take them out later."

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

Later, he will take out Huangmei Opera, Peking Opera and other opera programs, including Errenzhuan, drama, opera...

"So good." Song Jing didn't understand very well, and only thought of providing a stage for people like the pear garden to perform.

Li Yi thought about it and suddenly sang in a loud voice: "Sing a mountain song~ here~ sing~ 'live' over there, 'live' over there."

Song Jing: “…”

"Sing a mountain song~ Sing the east and the west and the west, and the spring river is so good..." The little robots sang together.

"Old Song is a variety of performing arts, which are reflected in temple fairs. People like this. For example, if you change another one, the moon on the fifteenth is rising into the sky."

Li Yi suddenly sang again as he said that, but the resonance position was different.

Some of the little robots immediately: "Why are there no clouds and colorful..."

Another part of the small robot sings in the second part: "Yun~Cai~Yo"

Song Jing felt in an instant, and he looked at the little robot, how could you do this? There is only one in my yard, can you push a few more back?

"Look, even in temples, everyone is talking about temple fairs. Why not say it is temple fairs and temple fairs? Because the people have awe in their hearts, Chinese civilization has its right position."

Li Yi and Song Jing discussed ideological issues, and this prime minister must know.

The people say it is temple fairs and social dramas, even if the venues used are temples and temples.

The temple worships ghosts, and ghosts are also ghosts, and the souls of one's ancestors are still ghosts.

The society is a matter of venue, and it is a simple explanation of the evolution of sacrifices.

As he sang about the meeting of Aobao, Aobao is a big, obvious sign of direction, which is called Aobao.

Just like driving on the highway to the intersection of another place, there are marks, Aobao.

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

There may not be a group of people traveling, nor can they all come from the same direction.

Aobao is the service area. Come and rest and follow the arrow instructions to go there.

The song of meeting Aobao is based on local ethnic groups.

It is a different tribe of men and women. Everyone needs to rush to go, even trade, hey, let's just be here.

Men and women from different teams and tribes meet here, but they cannot say that they can add friends or something to get in touch with each other.

Cherish this moment, sing, dance, and under the bonfire, the night is beautiful and people are even more beautiful.
Chapter completed!