Wang Yue did not include it in the account at that time, but asked Nanguo Chuwen to convene the singers, dancers, musicians, etc. in the original Jiyi Doctor's Mansion to train these girls, and prepare to form a literary troupe.

This matter has been some time, and today I happened to arrive next to the slave labor camp, so I summoned Nan Guo to see it, asked a little, and also made some other arrangements, after all, the performance form in this world is still relatively simple, staying at the level of "elegance" in the upper society, and it is far from the elegance and vulgar appreciation and various forms required by his political announcement, which are obviously not what those singers, dancers, and musicians can teach.

There are some things that he must be involved in.

Previously, singers, dancers and musicians trained their acting abilities a little for the former ladies.

Nan Guo Chuwen got up and arched his hand and said: "Back to the son, since the last time I got the order of the son, the villain immediately followed the son's arrangement, because the daughters of the Ji family are all the daughters of everyone, and they have studied Yale, singing and dancing since they were children, and they are very skilled, so they learn very quickly, and there are some people who don't need learners." ”

"A few of them weren't even below the singers, dancers, and musicians who taught gagaku. ”

After a slight pause, he suddenly said to Wang Yue with a smile that all men understand: "Son, since they joined the art team, their lives have greatly improved their food, clothing, and their main family members have also benefited from being the foremen in the slave labor camp, so they don't have to work so hard and live a better life." ”

In this regard, the girls of the art team are deeply grateful for the kindness of their sons, and they only hate that they have no chance to repay it. ”

Wang Yue listened, knowing the meaning of the so-called repayment, he was noncommittal, but he stared at Nan Guo Chuwen deeply, and said: "Mr. Nan Guo has a good complexion recently, and he wants to be able to reconcile diet and yin and yang, but his body is a little weak, and my son thinks it is better to control it." ”

Nan Guo Chuwen's face jumped, obviously thinking of something, and said in horror: "Childe, childe, the art team is the forbidden side of Childe, and the villain will never dare to beat their idea, it's just, it's just..."

He glanced up at Wang Yue, bowed his head and said, "It's just some women in the slave labor camp... Childe, the laws you issued are related to slave labor camps and slave management, and the villains have carefully read them, and they have never violated them at all, let alone forced anything because of their favoritism. ”

Wang Yue said: "My son just reminds you, there are some things that you can take care of yourself, don't make any trouble in the slave labor camp that can't be cleaned up, otherwise, if the labor is worried about this son, hehe." ”

"It's... Yes, the villain must carry it clearly, definitely. Nan Guo Chuwen let out a big sigh.

"Alright, I'll put that aside. Wang Yue thought for a while and said, "Regarding the matter of the slave labor camp and the art team, in terms of what is happening in the slave labor camp at the moment and your report, in general, you have done quite well. ”

"If that's the case, then do it. ”

"However, the matter of the art team, after the arrival of all the personnel of the Japanese prince Linan Manor, I should appoint a special person to manage it, and occasionally guide it regularly, although you are not in charge, but you must cooperate with the assistance from the side, and there must be no mistakes. ”

"It's... Be. Nan Guo Chuwen nodded again and again.

"You can step down. Wang Yue said lightly, Nan Guo Chuwen nodded, and hurriedly retreated and left.

After going out, he carefully closed the door again, but the barracks were shabby, and even if it was closed, there was still a chill coming from the cracks.

Wang Yue breathed coldly, and suddenly felt a chill permeate his whole body.

"The wind is blowing, and there is a cold snap from the north, and there may be snow. ”

He slowly stood up and walked out of the barracks.

This cold snap made him realize the feeling of winter very clearly, and if he calculated it carefully, according to the Taiyin year of this world, this month is already the twelfth lunar month, and after a while, it will be the New Year when it is converted to the earth in the past.

Winter will also come in spring.

However, it seems that there is no New Year in this world, and because this place is biased towards the north, the wheat planting time is about autumn, not spring plowing and autumn harvest, so the world does not pay attention to the transition of the year.

In other words, it doesn't matter if the New Year is not the New Year, the Spring Festival is not the Spring Festival.

But for Wang Yue, this is something imprinted in the depths of his memory, which makes it important.

Because on this day every year in the past, he would feel that time was flowing very clearly, and then tell himself that another year had passed, he was one step closer to death, and there was less and less time left for him.

It was a feeling and a mood that is difficult to describe in words.

It felt as if a Grim Reaper was following after him, approaching step by step, the scythe already swinging high, ready to swing down, creating an immensely strong sense of urgency that urged him to move forward, forward, and forward again.

What's even more terrifying is that once a person reaches the age of thirty, time seems to pass faster and faster.

Often unconsciously, it is a year or two, looking left and right, many elders in my memory are getting older day by day, unconsciously their hair is gray, their backs are also rickety, their bodies are getting shorter and shorter, and the incomparably low aura of death that permeates their bodies will become heavier and heavier.

At some point, these people were sent away one by one, permanently disappearing from the world, and finally only existed in people's memories and gradually faded.

At this time, the sense of urgency is stronger than the New Year, and Wang Yue will remind himself that if he can't live forever, he will be like all mortals in the world... From birth, it is destined to end in tragedy, and from this I will remember an essay I read when I was young.

The essay said that a reporter interviewed a sheep herding baby.

The reporter asked him what he was doing with sheep, and the sheep herding baby replied that in order to make money, what did he do when he made money? Marry a daughter-in-law, what do you do when you marry a daughter-in-law, give birth to a child, why do you have a child, raise a child and let him continue to herd sheep... In the essay, the reporter finally concluded that the local villagers were ignorant and backward in education.

In short, it is the appearance of the sheep baby and similar crowds who are stupid, and most of the people who read this article will take the sheep baby as a joke.

Even, Wang Yue was one of the people who watched the joke at that time, but the reporter's words were right... It's just that over time, he gradually tasted different flavors in it... From the history of mankind, no matter who he is, whether he is an emperor or a general, no matter how much wealth he has seen, no matter how much he has done, no matter how great things he has done, in essence, what is the difference between them and the sheep herding baby?

Isn't it that work, marry a daughter-in-law, have children, raise children, children work, children marry daughters-in-law, children give birth to grandchildren, raise grandchildren, grandchildren work and marry daughters-in-law, and the time is almost up, and you kick your legs or have an accident before you have time, and there is nothing?

Throughout the ages, what mortal has been an exception?

In the face of time and life and death, who is particularly qualified to laugh at the sheepherder?

"Childe. "General. Seeing Wang Yue walk out, outside the door, the arch guard Si Zhangde and the Huaibo priest arched their hands.

Wang Yue nodded, thinking about the past, but he also breathed a long sigh of relief, at this moment, his divine position is condensed, the path has also begun, and immortality is already under control, but this year is a good year, but it is just not as urgent as in the past.

The path of immortality is attained, but there is still the strength to defend the path and walk on this path to create an infinitely glorious future.

There have been thousands of years of Shinto in this world, but I don't know how many gods have died.

"Childe, but what do you have to order?" said Zhang De cautiously after saluting.

Priest Huaibo also said: "General, you don't have to come out, if there is anything, just call us inside." ”

"It's fine, just come out and take a breath. Wang Yue shook his head and was about to go out for a walk, but suddenly remembered something, and said to the priest Huaibo: "You send a message to the monarch of Tao Guo for this son, and ask him to borrow your lord's remote image spell tomorrow, I have something important to discuss with him." (To be continued.) )