Mu Qingyun also came up with such an idea on the spot.

She has been lazy these days, watching videos and watching movies is quite happy, but the feeling of watching movies by herself and sharing them with many people is very different.

There is a multimedia studio in the villa, as well as a private cinema.

Mu Qingyun plans to use the simple mode of his virtual projector to directly play various videos and open a movie theater to see if he can make 'money' in this way.

Like a virtual image, in the eyes of the people of the Daxi Dynasty, it is everything that happens in front of the eyes of a real person, and many people actually dare not look at it.

There were rumors before that if you offend the gods by looking at them a few more times, it will bring misfortune to the family.

Nowadays, if you put a movie, under the pretext of a photo stone, you can tell the audience that this is an image left by these people, that is, a moving painting, not a real person, maybe there will be more people willing to watch and discuss.

Mu Qingyun occasionally thinks about it, a long, long time later, if this paragraph is recorded in historical classics and can be passed on to future generations, I don't know what the world will say?

"Hmm."

It doesn't seem like much.

At least one-third of the historical texts she translated were stories of God.

It is also because most of the places she translates are excavated from strange ruins, which are already related to God in history.

She thought silently about her dreams.

What about the gods and demons who have left no scars in her world? Those gods and demons are human beings who have technology that humans are far from being able to comprehend today.

People in this world can't understand virtual projectors.

They also can't understand why the 'gods and demons' can turn the world upside down and make the end of the world come in the blink of an eye.

Mu Qingyun sometimes rejoices that she has not been able to comfort herself since she was a child.

For this kind of fatalistic theory related to the life and death of all mankind, she does not entangle, does not suffer, and does not embarrass herself, she does what she should do.

She will do her best, and if she can finally get a good result, then everyone will be happy and everyone will be happy.

If you can't in the end, you have no regrets and no shame.

August 21, fine.

Today is the singular, and it is also stipulated by Mu Qingyun, the first day of class for children.

The people who came to the class were all villagers near Roaring Spring Mountain, homeless people, and children from Zhuangzizhong's own family.

On the side of the homeless settlement, the black-faced uncle frowned and tied the little boy who was only up to his waist, and while tying it, he hummed impatiently: "It's not my species, you have to let me take care of it, rotten egg, you have entered the fairy's fairyland, you kid can change your stinky temper, don't do it at every turn, be polite to other children." ”

Although the tone is very fierce, what he says is really for the child.

"The fairy gives you food, drinks, and clothes, and you are obedient, and you can do whatever you want, do you understand?"

The kid nodded.

The black face looked at him carefully, and was quite satisfied.

After a few days, this kid has grown a lot better, his little face has grown a little flesh, there is light, and his eyes are a lot darker.

"Also, a cup of goat's milk a day is raised like this, and you can't raise it anymore, so you are worthy of those sheep?"

Blackface rolled his eyes.

Fairies are very good to the children in the homeless people, in addition to eating along, they also have a separate nutritional supplement, a cup of goat's milk every day, plus an egg, a piece of meat, regardless of whether it is fish, pork, or chicken, in short, there is meat.

Blackface hadn't eaten a meal of meat for almost six or seven years, and the cubs could eat it every day as a homeless person.

After a while, Uncle Wang of the settlement called for a gathering, and the rotten egg finally looked at the black face, showing a little timidity on his face.

The third prince happened to see it and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, I'll be here later." ”

The first class, a group over 12 years old, a group under 12 years old, he was assigned to the responsible kindergarten group.

The black face pushed the child impatiently: "I'm afraid of a ghost, where did you run away with that ruthlessness on the road?" Hurry up, go to the line. ”

The rotten egg snorted and chirped, and whispered: "Can that be the same?" ”

In the face of a person who may take his life at any time, can he have the same attitude as a person who is given food, clothing and education? He's not stupid.

A group of children lined up, all dressed in identical linen blouses and trousers, and the same black cloth shoes, all of whom looked identical at first glance.

If you look closely, you can still tell the origin.

The most lively and clever are the children on the fairy Zhuangzi, the gait of walking, the spirit of speaking, it is different when you look at it.

The children of the villagers are also healthy to watch.

The homeless people are from worse backgrounds, and most of them are silent.

As soon as they entered the gate of the villa, everyone was silent, and even the footsteps were a little louder, and the children's hearts were pounding.

The rotten eggs are also nervous.

The third prince also walked with the team, and his task was to read out the classroom discipline to the children for a while, and after a class, he also had to control the children not to fight, run, jump, climb, smash windows, and pay attention to safety.

“……”

He just didn't understand, why did the fairy think that these little things dared to play around in the fairy's territory? And smash the windows?

Even if he is a prince, he can't dare!

All the children were led through the courtyard adorned with bright orbs, through the door, into a boxy room surrounded on all sides by mirrors.

As soon as I entered, the room automatically went up.

Everyone held their breath for a moment, and many children turned pale and trembled.

The third prince hurriedly said: "Children, don't worry, the elevator we are taking now is also a mortal thing, if you study hard, maybe in the near future, you can also build such an elevator." ”

He followed what he had learned during the past few days of training, and tried to make his voice soft and sweet, so that all the children could understand his tenderness.

As soon as the elevator opened, the third prince arranged seats for the children, told everyone to put their schoolbags at their feet, put down the small desks, and take out pencils, erasers, notebooks, and so on.

"Today we learn the common sense of the Daxi Dynasty, the course written by the Qingyun Fairy, and the little assistant AI is responsible for the interpretation and explanation."

The three princes smiled hard and memorized the lines sentence by sentence, "There are two classes, each class is forty minutes, and there is a ten-minute break between the two classes, if the children want to go to the toilet or drink water, please raise your hand, I am today's teaching assistant, Xiao Chen, Uncle Xiao Chen and other uncles and aunts, I will assist everyone to complete the study together." ”

The multimedia conference room was silent.

In the private room upstairs, Mu Qingyun looked at the surveillance with an embarrassed face, and looked at the third prince and didn't feel that it was strange for the child not to reply.

Soon, the course began.

The third prince also looked at it with full attention.

In fact, what is taught today is really just ordinary common sense, he knew it when he was five years old, but when the big screen lights up and the sound of music comes out, he is still full of interest.