"How can you say that you have no clothes, and you are with the Son! Dear Prince Ling Ping'an: Imperial Veterans Affairs Administration, thank you for your contributions to the nation's veterans! The money you donated has been entered into the special account for the placement and maintenance of veterans of the Federal Empire, and you can log on to the official website of the Federal Imperial Veterans Affairs Administration to track and check the purpose and details of your donation in real time......"

"I wish Childe a happy Winter Clothes Festival!"

Look at the text message that has just been sent to your phone.

Ling Ping'an scratched his head: "Time actually flies so fast......"

Today is October 1st, Winter Clothes Day.

The tradition of the Lao Ling family is that every year on the Winter Clothes Festival, half of the year's field rent and land output will be donated to the Federal Imperial Veterans Affairs Administration.

This is the rule set by the ancestor who returned from the Southern Zhou Dynasty.

In this regard, Ling Ping has no opinion.

Because he is a gentleman.

A gentleman doesn't say anything, so money is a bastard!

And before the spirit is at peace, no one cares.

Because the ancestors of the Ling family have been high-level intellectuals for generations!

That is, it was not until Ling Ping'an's generation that this record was ended because of the crotch pulling of mathematics, physics, and chemistry.

High-level intellectuals, on the other hand, enjoy state allowances.

Even if they don't have a copper plate in their pockets, they can still have no worries about food and clothing.

Ling Ping'an crossed Erlang's legs and leaned back in the chair.

"Winter Clothes Festival......" he thought, "I'm going to buy some paper clothes and quilts, and go burn them for my parents......

The Winter Clothes Festival is a very important holiday in the Federal Empire.

After the founding of the country, Taizu issued an edict to designate it as the 'Memorial Day of the Fallen Martyrs/Martyrs of the Dead'.

Every year, a grand official memorial ceremony is held.

The folk are even more lively.

Every family will go out to worship their ancestors!

As soon as he said go, Ling Ping'an stood up and took the key with him.

Then beckoning to his pet, the little one jumped up from the counter and jumped in front of him: "Let's go!" ”

Ling Ping'an walked out of the door, pulled down the roller shutter, and locked it.

Most of the shops in the streets and alleys are closed.

Everyone went out to worship their ancestors.

Ling Ping'an picked up his cat and walked to a shroud shop at the corner of the street.

"Uncle Yang......" he shouted to an old man who was in the store, with his back on his back, and was fiddling with paper clothes: "Please prepare a few sets of couple clothes...... Another set of mandarin duck quilts...... In addition, the banknotes issued by the Bank of Heaven and Earth come on a few bundles! ”

"Okay!" The old man, who was carrying his back, turned around and nodded with a smile.

He carried his back to the shelves, and quickly prepared everything for Lingping.

Then, he wrapped the paper clothes and quilts into a paper bag and covered them with seals.

Then he put several stacks of thick, beautifully printed 10,000 yuan bills from the Tiandi Bank into a bag.

"How much?" Ling Ping'an asked.

"One hundred!" The old man laughed.

Ling Ping'an nodded, took out his mobile phone and scanned it, completed the payment, and then carried these things, walked to the side of the road, and stopped a taxi: "Master, Jiangcheng Federation Imperial Meritorious Personnel Cemetery!" Thank you! ”

The driver laughed when he heard this: "Okay! She put the watch up: "Jiangcheng Federation Imperial Meritorious Personnel Cemetery ......"

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, turned his head, and looked at Ling Ping'an: "Gongzi is a descendant of meritorious heroes?" ”

Ling Ping'an nodded.

The driver was in awe: "Thank you for your dedication and contribution!" ”

Ling Ping'an smiled, and listened to the driver's master: "Childe? Today, all institutions in Jiangcheng City are organizing memorials in the cemetery! ”

"A lot of big people have gone!"

"I heard that even the Governor of Quang Nam and the Speaker of the Quang Nam Qing Doctor Council are here!"

"Such a big battle?" Ling Ping'an raised his eyebrows.

"Not really!" The driver master is worthy of being a know-it-all, and he said quietly: "I heard? It is among the descendants of our Jiangcheng heroes that there is a real dragon! ”

"These guys? are all rushing to be 'filial sons'...... Hehe......"

Ling Ping'an listened and laughed.

But? That's the way the world is.

No one asks if you are poor in the downtown area, but you have distant relatives in the mountains!

In the past? So now? I'm afraid it will be the same in the future.

However, Ling Ping'an became curious and asked, "What big people have happened in our Jiangcheng City?" ”

"Then I don't know," said the driver...... "Maybe ...... Is it probably the descendant of a certain meritorious person who has entered the list of cabinet ministers recommended after the general election? ”

"No wonder!" Ling Ping'an nodded.

Cabinet Ministers......

That's a big man in power!

Even if it's just to get on the nomination list, it's a great thing.

The people below heard the wind and burned the cold stove in advance? Totally understandable.

……………………………………

Jiangcheng Cemetery of Meritorious Personnel.

A grand memorial? It is being held in front of the 'Monument to the Meritorious Martyrs of the Federal Empire' in the center of the cemetery.

Hundreds of officials, aristocrats, and representatives of industry and commerce? Everybody wears plain clothes? Take off your hat and bow your head? Facing the high monument, pay a silent tribute.

An old scholar who has retired is in front of the monument, trembling with a page of paper, reciting the memorial text.

In his subdued recitation.

A salute roared.

Soldiers dressed neatly, carrying wreaths one by one, presented to the monument.

Then bow and salute, turn and retreat.

He Rourou stood at the end of the crowd, her head bowed, wearing a plain white dress and a small white flower.

Even so, her brilliance is still difficult to hide.

Even on such occasions, there are still people who can't help but look back.

"Who's that?"

"I heard it was from the Lion City......"

"Three Buddhas?"

"...... right"

In these whispers, He Rourou remained motionless.

She knew that such an occasion was solemn.

Especially for someone like her, you can't go wrong.

Because, just before the crowd, the general of the black-clothed guard was also mourning in solemn silence.

That's the real powerhouse.

Even from a distance of dozens of steps, He Rourou could clearly feel the surging spiritual energy on this general's body, as vast and deep as the sea.

Just feeling it, He Rourou seems to be facing the mountains and looking up at the stars.

Gives birth to a feeling that is unattainable.

This is the strongest of the transcendent beings in the world.

The general of the Black Guard.

One person can suppress the peerless powerhouse of a country!

Feeling his majesty, He Rourou sighed secretly in her heart: "Sure enough, it is worthy of its name!" ”

She had already come into contact with two Blackguard generals.

The last time Situ He made her feel like she was facing the abyss, and she couldn't watch it.

And this one is as deep as the sea, immeasurable!

And that's just their usual state.

The appearance of being in a relaxed state.

Once you get your hands on it, go all out......

I'm afraid that even if those divine consciousnesses attack with all their might, it will be impossible to defeat such a human being.

for they have stood on the dividing line between man and God.

"No wonder the black-clothed guards can make this huge country and the gods of the world bind their hands, and the demons are called ministers......"

She sighed.

Bow your head deeply.

…………………………………………

The taxi quickly arrived at the square in front of the cemetery.

Ling Ping'an pulled over and got out of the car, paid the fare with his mobile phone, and then walked over with his pet and today's sacrifice.

The square is full of all kinds of luxury cars.

Although Ling Ping'an didn't know any of them, he couldn't tell the bells and whistles.

But he knows that each of these luxury cars is probably a limited edition of more than a few million.

"Little River City...... There are so many rich people......" he shook his head and sighed.

Continuing forward, the parking lot in front of the cemetery is full of state official cars.

Ling Ping'an walked to the door, took out his documents, verified it, and entered the cemetery smoothly.

Along the road of the old year's memorial, he walked smoothly to the tomb of his parents.

As usual, this year, state workers have already come to pay their respects.

In front of the tomb, there are burned paper ashes.

Ling Ping'an put his pet on the path next to the tomb, then picked up a tool placed next to the tomb and cleaned it up.

Then, he sat down in front of the tomb and looked at the blurred photos of his parents.

"Daddy...... Mother ......" He used the wine he brought to toast the two old men: "I'm coming to see you again......"

"Today is the Winter Clothes Festival, I'm worried that you don't have any new clothes to wear underneath, and you don't have a new quilt to cover ......"

"I brought some ...... to the second elder"

He picked up the paper bag, put it in front of the tomb, and said, "Do you see it...... This is the latest trendy couple clothes and mandarin duck quilts! ”

As he spoke, he picked up a lighter and lit the paper packet.

Flames rose and smoke filled the air.

Meow!

The kitten on the side of the road barked softly.

Ling Ping'an glanced at it, laughed, and then chatted with his parents: "Second elder...... I'm a failure in business......"

"It's been a long time since I had a guest......"

"What about writing books...... It seems that the results are average, too......"

The last time I tested the water, I pushed it down, and a total of less than 800 collections rose.

This week, it's simply streaking.

He understands that the website must be profitable.

He's used to it, too.

Anyway, writing books is a hobby.

In front of his parents' mausoleum, he opened the conversation: "In two weeks, I have to go to the imperial capital......

"The second elder also knows...... I have face blindness...... I really can't tell the difference between beauty and ugliness......"

"But...... This is not filial piety, there are three nos, and the queen is great! ”

"Not really, I might be able to make do with it!"

Life is in the world, and many are unsatisfactory.

Even Li Taibai and Tao Yuanming, who are admired by Ling Ping'an, are the same.

Mr. Taibai, the Ming Dynasty distributed a flat boat, but he also had to be a staff member, and his daughter dispersed and came back, but he often had a headache for his shy wallet.

Tao Yuanming didn't bend his waist for five buckets of rice, he wanted to avoid the peach blossom spring, find his ideal country, and write down his words for returning, but after all, he still had to face the reality of firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

How can peace of mind be an exception?

He is no exception.

He knows this.

After all, to live in the world, you have to be limited by the world.

Fortunately, materialists never worry about these things, nor do they complain about these things.

Materialists will take the initiative to face these problems with optimism and find ways to solve them.

Ling Ping'an picked up the wine glass and gave the second elder another glass: "Today's Winter Clothes Festival, the second elder puts on new clothes and goes out for a walk......

"Hmmm......"

"I also have some dating funds for the second elder here!"

He picked up the stacks of banknotes from the Heaven and Earth Bank, picked up a lighter and lit it.

The pen and paper burned slowly, and the breeze blew through it, making it burn more thoroughly.

After burning the banknotes, the task of Lingping is complete.

He doesn't believe in demons or gods.

Coming here to pay respects is purely the result of tradition and cultural influences.

Confucius said it well: Respect ghosts and gods and stay away.

Some of these traditional things are inferior when they are near, and disrespectful when they are far away.

It is necessary to keep a moderate distance.

"Let's go!" Ling Ping'an greeted his pet.

The little one immediately followed in the footsteps of his master.

Meow!

It quickly ran to the front.

Ling Ping'an laughed.

One person and one cat, soon walked out of the cemetery, he went to the door, looked and found that there was no car, so he took out his mobile phone and called an online car-hailing.

Picking up his cat, he quietly crouched down in a waiting seat in front of the parking lot and waited.

The waiting seats are all without backrests.

So, he leaned lightly against the body of a small listening car behind him.

His cat, very sensible, lay in his arms, rubbing against his arms.

It seems to be a little afraid of the cold.

………………………………

Lu Bo took the key and walked out of the cemetery.

He let out a long breath.

"The old man asked me to come to this kind of place to blow the cold wind...... I really don't know what to think......"

"I don't want to come back next time!"

The memorial ceremony, nothing good.

Everyone stood stupidly.

The only thing that can be regarded as interesting is that there is a beautiful and cold woman in the memorial crowd.

Thinking of the woman, Lu Bo sighed.

"Damn! Such a beautiful woman is actually a rich woman! He became depressed.

For him, this is undoubtedly bad news, because it means that he may not even touch it.

After all, he has learned to smash with money over the years.

As for other skills?

I'm so sorry!

Thinking like this, his heart was on fire.

Because he can imagine that such a woman will definitely fall into the hands of those dignitaries.

Thinking of that cold-eyed and tall woman, she was actually under someone else.

And he was very angry, and his temper was short.

"Damn! Damn! Damn! He cursed and pulled out his car keys.

Press the button.

Doodle! Doodle!

A luxury car in front of the parking lot lights up.

He walked over, opened the door, and sat in the driver's seat.

"Find a place to vent your fire!" He thought: "I heard that recently, a group of red-haired ghost girls came to the Qiuyuan Villa in the center of the city......

"There seems to be a ...... of a ruined aristocratic family among them"

He licked his lips.

Qin Lu's red-haired woman was once a commoner consumer on the Imperial Fengyue Field.

But in recent years, with the development of the animation and game industry, these women, who were once rarely patronized by the upper class, have slowly become popular.

Thinking about this, he was itching, so he kicked the accelerator.

Bang!

The front of the car hit a waiting seat in front of it.

There seems to be a person sitting in that seat?

Lu Bo was slightly flustered, and after thinking about it, he still stopped the car.

After all, this is a cemetery of meritorious personnel, and the cameras do not know how many.

You can't run if you run.

Don't say it's a rich second generation like him.

Even the descendants of the powerful nobles can't run.

It's going to be bad if you run!

No matter how much money you have, it's useless, you have to go to prison obediently.

"What bad luck!" He complained.

All you have to do is pull out the key, pull open the door, and pull out your wallet at the same time.

Fortunately, he has money, a lot of money!

That's a good thing!

In particular, he had already seen the man who had been hit by his own car and had already stood up.

He didn't seem to have anything wrong with him, just a little dust on his body.

Lu Bo laughed.

"Poor sour!" He said to himself.

That person, the clothes and pants he was wearing all over his body, I don't know if there were two hundred yuan, and even the reward he casually gave to the turtle prince in Fengyue Field was more than that.

But on his face, he still showed a false smile.

The Federal Empire has been in the past three hundred years, and if there is anything, it has taught these sons and brothers.

Well, this thing must be - something that can be solved with money, and it is better not to think of other ideas.

So, he walked over.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

The other party raised his head, looked at Lu Bo, and shook his head: "It's nothing......"

"But ......," he said, "be careful when driving!" ”

"Public safety should be watched!"

Lu Bo listened, frowning.

Grass!

Actually posing in front of me?

He took out his wallet, pulled out a stack of hundred-dollar bills, and threw them over.

One by one, the banknotes are thrown directly on each other.

"Tell you to pretend?" Lu Bo thought: "Kneel down for the master!" ”

He loved it.

I like to look at others, in front of money, bend my knees, and pick up the bills one by one.

That made him feel like he was superior!

And this man ......

This young man will certainly be no exception!

After all, his handful of bills is in the thousands!

Worth a month's salary, right?

However, this amount of money is only enough for him to pour a glass of wine for a beauty in Fengyue Field.

That's the gap!

The gap in status!

The gap in life!

It's an absolute resource gap!

So, Lu Bo curled his lips slightly, and he said with a smile: "Pick it up!" ”

"This is my compensation for you......"

He likes it.

It gives him pleasure!

There is nothing that makes him happier than smashing people with money.

The other party didn't seem to understand.

He frowned, patted the dust on his body, and asked, "Your Excellency, ......"

"Have you ever heard of a ......"

"A gentleman doesn't eat what he eats!"

He's serious, serious.

Lu Bo laughed: "Yo! Or a gentleman? ”

"But you...... Is it worthy of a 'gentleman'? ”

"Poor bastard, but you are not qualified to be a gentleman!"

It's a fact!

Facts since ancient times!

A gentleman, such as cutting, such as learning, such as grinding.

That's beautiful jade!

When will the common people, the toiling people, also be worthy of being called 'gentlemen'?

Those who can be gentlemen, whether in ancient times or now, are all people who are rich in learning, have thousands of wealth, hold the power of the world, and are drunk and lying on the knees of beauties!

Only those characters are called gentlemen!

As for the ...... in front of him,

Cheap clothes, cheap glasses, cheap shoes, cheap inches......

Well......

The cat in his arms may be worth a fortune!

Cat?

He laughed.

"Sell me your cat!"

He took out his checkbook: "You can make a bid!" ”

He wants to use the ability of money, so that this poor sour understands what luxury is.

When he gave in, knelt down, and was defeated by the ability to make money, he was deprived of his hope.