In the court, when mechanization was still in dire straits, pipes were being laid in Changpingli. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Water no longer exists in modern times, and has not even been heard of, but it is brought from Yanquan Mountain, which is highly respected by the locals of Nanjing. Nowadays, Nanjing is talking about a "favorite Yanquan beauty", it is necessary to know that although Nanjing is not the spring city of Jinan, there are a lot of springs outside the city, but nowadays people love Yanquan alone, it is not unreasonable.

Yanquan is so sweet that Meng Yue thinks it's too wasteful to flush the toilet. But there is no reason to lay two pipelines, without him, it is too wasteful. Lu Kunlang and Lu Chuying discussed with the craftsmen and several other families in Changpingli for a long time, but to no avail.

Lu Chuying came to ask Meng Yue, who happened to be tired of painting and was sitting on the side and resting without knowing what to do: "Nian Nian, what do you think?"

Meng Yue: The contradiction between direct supply of mineral water and urban water supply, modern people do not have similar troubles.

"The amount of Yanquan is not abundant, not enough to supply the whole Nanjing for drinking, not to mention the whole Nanjing for the time being, only the inner city. Meng Yue said, while not putting down the cotton in his hand, thinking about how to increase the blood absorption of cotton, and in addition, what to use to dress the winged little angel. Can't leak the bottom, can't leak sideways, and have to be tightly pressed without deformation or displacement, when Meng Yue created the little angel, he simply had to kneel down for the person who invented the little angel.

It's just a sanitary napkin, and there is so much knowledge, it's simply unscientific!

Lu Chuying: "What are you thinking, you don't even hear me when I speak." ”

Meng Yue: "Oh, sir, tell me again, I was thinking about something else just now." ”

Seeing Meng Yue put down the things at hand, Lu Yingcai said again: "Yanquan has a lot of water, if it is only for drinking, not to mention the inner city, even the outer city can be supplied." But if you have to take a shower and flush the toilet for other purposes, it will definitely not be enough. ”

After thinking about it for a long time, Meng Yue shook his head: "No, Yanquan is beautiful, let her stay in Yanquan Mountain." We have to find a water source that has enough water and will not dry up for 1,800 years. ”

"For example, the Yangtze River ......"

"Yes. "The current Yangtze River is not the modern Yangtze River, the water in the Yangtze River is extremely clear, and the people living by the water still drink the water from the Yangtze River. In the early years, Taizu, who was worried about five hundred years later, protected the water source and popularized science over and over again for the government and the opposition.

Of course, the waterworks still have to be built, and Meng Yue will not dare to enter the river water without filtering and clarifying. The water supply station that undertakes the water supply also needs to be built, but these traversers Taizu have all taken care of their hearts, and they don't need Meng Yue to worry about it anymore, just build it according to Taizu's manuscript.

After Lu Chuying got the answer, she left, leaving Meng Yue to continue to hold the cotton and think about the little angel's question, the little angel was tired, she painted, and when she was tired of painting, she pondered the little angel. In short, she arranges her time to the full, so that she doesn't let herself have too much time to think far, mainly because she wants to cry when she thinks about it, she doesn't like others crying, and she doesn't like her own crying.

"Miss, Miss Sang from Delin's class is here. ”

Miss Sang refers to Sang Rong, the daughter of the head of Delin's class, Sang Rong came for her father, who was inconvenient to enter Meng Garden, and asked Meng Yue when she saw it: "My aunt, your first book is right, and if it's not right, my father must be crazy." ”

Meng Yue felt like he was being urged by the editor: "It's okay, if it's not right, your father will go to the city gate and shout that he knows who the drummer is, I dare to be inappropriate." ”

"That's good, not only our Delin class is waiting for Miss Meng's picture books to be unboxed, Mr. Chen is also waiting for your picture books to write a book review, and I will talk about your book in the first session next year. In addition, you don't have a name in this book yet, hurry up and take a name, Miss Meng, the New Year is coming soon, how about I let my father and Mr. Chen Kefu have a stable New Year without hurrying or getting angry. "Sang Rong is urging Meng Yue to mature, and the routine of urging the draft is there when you open your mouth, and there is no repetition at all.

"How about you say it's called Taizu Secret History?" can't blame her, the name last time was taken by Wang Li, this time she really couldn't think of a name, she just said it in passing, and she didn't plan to call it this at all.

As long as you write it out quickly, Sang Rong, who doesn't dislike it no matter what the name: "Very good, vulgar is elegant." ”

Meng Yue: I'm talking nonsense, won't this be eaten by river crabs? Or do you mean that the river crabs of the Ming royal family don't like to eat this!

In fact, Meng Yue told Sang Rong to think about it again, however, the manuscript was given to Sang Rong, and before she could think about it, Delin's class was in a hurry to rehearse the play. No matter what Meng Yue thinks, anyway, Delin's class is like playing chicken blood, arranging "The Secret History of Taizu".

Emperor Xuanqing, who was anxious, was so easy to break for two days, and when he heard that his favorite troupe was unboxing, he was silent, and he didn't inform anyone, so he led the guards and personal supervisors to the Delin class to visit the class. When Emperor Xuanqing arrived at the Delin class, the head of the Sang class was angry and smashed a handful of peanut shells at the stage to stage Taizu: "I see that you are not playing Taizu, but the second ancestor, hurry up and give me a good time to ponder." ”

Emperor Xuanqing: "The rehearsal of the new drama is not going well!"

"No, I'm annoyed to death, the horn of Taizu in "Boudoir Order" is the sound of the jade tide, what is it like, but it's a pity that the sound of the jade tide is cold, and the throat is a little tight when it is cold, otherwise there is the sound of the jade tide to arrange "The Secret History of Taizu", how can there be so many things. The head of the Sang class should be someone in the class, and he didn't look up, so he answered casually. After all, in the unboxing scene next year, there are many boys guarding the door, and no one wants to break in.

Emperor Xuanqing didn't wait for leisure, he sat down, and the inner supervisor served tea intimately, and Emperor Xuanqing took a sip of tea and said: "The sound of the jade tide can't sing in the cold, isn't there often a cloud?"

Although the Delin class is one of the best opera troupes in the entire Ming Dynasty, there are also Chang Baoyun, who can't invite characters, and is respected as the grandmaster of Yue Opera when he is alive. ”

"You don't have to be Jinshan Yinshan, go and send a letter to Chang Baoyun, ask him to come to Delin's class quickly, don't say anything else, just say that the drummer has a new book, and Delin's class is scheduled to perform next year as an unboxing play. ”

Only then did Master Sang withdraw his gaze from the stage and look at Emperor Xuanqing: ......

The head of the Sang class bowed deeply, and Emperor Xuanqing waved his hand and said: "Sit, you hold on, you can't sing the drama on the stage." I rarely loose for two days, so I should listen to the play, not only do I love to listen to the play of Chang Huyun, but I also love the play of the Delin class. ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty. The Sang Ban Master bowed again, but he didn't dare to sit on an equal footing with Emperor Xuanqing again, so he moved a pestle to sit, and he was very reserved at first, but the more he sang on the stage, the more the Sang Ban Master couldn't stand it, so his throat grew again. The peanut shell should be thrown away, the saliva should be sprayed and sprayed, and the peanut shell that he ate was not enough, and finally he touched a few handfuls of peanuts from Emperor Xuanqing's hand and smashed them up.

Emperor Xuanqing: It's time to smash.

#桑班主: You may not believe it when you say it, but one of our Delin fans is the emperor#

#常抱云: You may not believe it when you say it, that emperor loves to watch Taizu's drama the most#