The Era of Hard Work

Looking at Longquan Temple, Lu Dong thought that the last time he came here, the temple was still the same temple, but at that time, Longquan Temple was resplendent and magnificent, and the park management office hired professional monks to worship Buddha and chant scriptures, Qingzhaoquannan and surrounding areas, came to offer incense and pray There is an endless stream of people, worthy of the four words of exuberant incense.

It seems that there are some people who are not particularly rich, and come early on the first day of the Chinese New Year to spend a lot of money to buy incense sticks.

As the so-called grand events depend on temples, even though Qingzhao once lacked an overall tourism plan, it still attracted a large number of people with the spring water and Li Qingzhao's name.

The current leaders are ambitious and want to use Qingzhao's human and natural resources to do more articles.

It is certainly a good thing for Qingzhao to have a unified plan for its future development.

Lu Dong and Lu Zhenfei went to see Professor Fan together. Although Professor Fan admired Lu Zhenfei very much, and Fan Qingshan was in the middle as a bridge, but everything was different. If you want to get Professor Fan to recommend it, you must first get his approval.

Qualifications are also required for the maintenance of ancient buildings, but qualifications are not natural, but acquired through accumulation or other aspects.

According to Professor Fan, there are two oldest houses on Lujia Old Street that are seriously damaged. Lujia Village Construction Engineering Co., Ltd. will restore and repair them, and he will see the effect.

It is impossible for Professor Fan to destroy decades of reputation because of favors.

"What are you looking at?" Song Na stretched out her hand and waved in front of Lu Dong.

Lu Dong said, "Look at Longquan Temple."

Song Na deliberately asked, "Want to be a monk?"

Lu Dong said casually, "No one accepts a flower monk like me."

Song Na smiled: "You are not Monk Hua."

Lu Dong raised her chin: "I have found such a flowery wife, what is it if she is not a flower monk?"

Song Na lowered her head and opened her mouth, making a gesture to bite Lu Dong's finger. When he withdrew his hand and was about to come out from the spring road, she said, "Help me down."

"Don't move." With great strength, Lu Dong hugged Song Na's waist with one hand, and directly moved her to the steps to sit down. The steps were not clean, and there was nowhere to put Song Na's bare and wet feet.

Lu Dong hurriedly sat beside her, asked Song Na to put her feet on his lap, opened Song Na's bag, found a pack of tissues, and took it out to help Song Na wipe the water off her feet.

On the ten toes, the fingernails were dyed bright red, Song Na asked, "Does it look good?"

"It looks good." Lu Dong carefully wiped off the water on her feet.

Song Na propped her hands behind her, her heart was full of happiness, and she didn't want to move: "You can help me put on my socks and shoes, will you?"

Lu Dong picked out thin short socks from his shoes, imitating Song Na's tone of teasing him a while ago: "Your Majesty, just tell me."

Song Na couldn't help laughing, watching Lu Dong help her put on socks and shoes, the more she watched, the more she felt that Lu Dong was more attractive.

The two got up and found that they were separated from the main force, so they were not in a hurry. They went to the opposite Longquan Temple for a walk. The temple was dilapidated, and the golden body of the Buddha statue was painted mottled. To maintain the relationship, simply don't let people in.

Going out of Longquan Temple, and further north is called Shuyu Spring. This spring water has a long history, unlike Mo Spring, which only appeared in the 1960s. It is said to have a history of more than a thousand years.

It is precisely because of Shu Yuquan that Qingzhao dared to argue with Quannan plausibly when he was fighting for Li Qingzhao's hometown.

Li Qingzhao has "Shu Yu Ji" alive, and Qingzhao's experts determined that her former residence is on the bank of Shu Yuquan!

Very strong, reasonable, and convincing, much stronger than Quannan's reason for contention.

After all, Shu Yuquan is a fame passed down from generation to generation, unlike Moquan, a newly opened drill fountain in the 1960s.

Li Qingzhao's hometown is in the two-in-one scenic spot, except for the spring water, which is the most worthwhile scenic spot.

Lu Dong and Song Na were mixed in the crowd and came to the entrance of this Song-style building. On the gate was a plaque of "Li Qingzhao Memorial Hall" written by Guo Moruo, and there was a couplet inscribed by him in front of the hall.

"The former residence of Shuyuquan by the Qingzhao River is deep in the weeping willow; the literary talent in the Jinshilu of Shuyu Collection has the legacy of the master."

As soon as you enter the main entrance, there is a bronze statue of Li Qingzhao with a normal height ratio, which is similar to many bronze statues of women all over the country.

Song Na looked at it and said, "I wanted to take a photo, but forget it."

Lu Dong dragged her to go inside: "There are so many people, it's hard to take pictures."

Behind the bronze statue is a screen wall with the inscription "A Generation of Poems", and below it is Li Qingzhao's "Like a Dream Order", which is on the Qingzhao Tequ wine box produced by Qingzhao Winery.

"Last night, the wind was drizzling and the rain was heavy. I slept heavily and couldn't get rid of the alcohol. I tried the man with the curtain, but the crabapple remained the same. Do you know, do you know, it should be green, fat, red and thin."

This poetess is famous for her good wine, so Qingzhao Winery took advantage of the opportunity to use it as a trademark.

Li Qingzhao's hometown occupies a very large area, with several courtyards, and one of Li Qingzhao's most famous poems is engraved on one of the stone tablets.

Song Na read softly: "Be a hero in life, and a hero in death. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong."

Lu Dong focused more on the building itself. This place is better than Longquan Temple. All the courtyard houses have doors, but many places are also in disrepair.

Song Na pulled Lu Dong forward and asked, "Why do you only look at buildings?"

Lu Dong said in a low voice: "The county needs to be repaired, and the head of the county government personally promotes it. The construction company in the village wants to try it."

Song Na glanced at the weeds on the roof: "Can you take it down?"

"I'm doing work." Lu Dong didn't need to talk to her: "The county wants to hire Professor Fan as a consultant."

Song Na understands, with Professor Fan around, she probably has a better hope

Lu Dong added: "Nowadays it's hard to find professionals in this line of work. I heard from Fifth Grandpa that last time the repairs in the county were guided by experts, and they were done by random people. Everyone was not satisfied."

The two of them came to the northwest corner, where there was also the Xin Qiji Memorial Hall, not too big, just three main rooms facing south.

This place was just built a few years ago. It is said that the dispute between Li Qingzhao and Xin Qiji's hometown has long been settled, and there is no need to build a memorial hall for Xin Qiji on Qingzhao's side.

In fact, it is also a manifestation of the dispute. Quannan has built a memorial hall for Li Qingzhao in Baotu Spring, saying that Li Qingzhao is from Quannan after all.

According to Qing's understanding here, Quannan wanted to use this method of constant dabbling to make changes to the established conclusions, and quickly built a memorial hall for Xin Qiji accordingly.

The meaning is very clear, as long as you rob Li Qingzhao from me, I will rob Xin Qiji from you.

In the words of the leader, this is a major event that affects one million people in the county, and there is no room for carelessness!

Leaving Li Qingzhao's hometown, I looked at Shuyu Spring along the spring pool, and Lu Dong looked east. There was an open space in the southeast. Yesterday I heard Fan Qingshan mention that a giant statue of Li Qingzhao was going to be built in the county. it's here.

Since there are historical and cultural celebrities, we must play this card well.

On a stone arch bridge, Li Wenyue and Yuan Jing walked towards each other. The two were holding hands, but when they saw Lu Dong and Song Na, they suddenly let go of their holding hands.

Song Na winked at them: "I've seen it all!"

Li Wenyue didn't speak, Yuan Jing just laughed.

Lu Dong La Songna said: "Go ahead, we will go first."

Song Na said: "These two, I'm still embarrassed."

Lu Dong specially warned: "They have thin skins, so you should stop making fun of them."

Song Na couldn't help laughing: "We have thick skins together."

It was approaching 11:30, Yuan Jing called, and everyone returned to the main entrance of the park to gather and go to a nearby hotel for dinner.

During the meal, it is inevitable to talk about the plan after graduation. Most people's goal is to enter the public sector and hold a solid job.

This is also the preferred choice of Qingzhao college students.

After eating and chatting for a while, the big guys dispersed, Yuan Jing took Song Na to her store in the commercial street to buy things, and Lu Dong drove Li Wenyue back to Lujia Village.

When passing by the gold and silver shop in the county, Lu Dong stopped to go in and bought a small silver ingot as a small ornament.

Walking back, Li Wenyue opened the box and asked, "Why are you buying this?"

Lu Dong simply said: "Heidan's birthday is coming soon. When I celebrated my birthday, she spent a lot of effort to get me a rare style of Brother Zhu from someone else. I just wanted to give her something special."

Li Wenyue said directly: "Are you sending a silver ingot? Dongzi, I didn't mean you, it's a bit vulgar."

"I thought about it for a long time, but I didn't think of anything good to give black eggs." Lu Dong drove out of the county, speeding up a little: "Last time I saw Lord Zhen Ding at the head of the village. Didn't he go to the market for cast aluminum pots and pots? , Now that the village has money, this business is over, so I set up a stove to help people recast gold and silver jewelry, and I plan to get a silver bracelet with my own hands and give it to Heidan."

Lu Zhending's family has been doing similar business. The brass safety buckle that Lu Dong gave to Heidan was just "given" to Lu Dong. Lu Dong also asked Lu Zhending to check it, and then he was sure that it was made of brass.

"This will work!" Li Wenyue admired Lu Dong, Heidan and Dongzi are really a perfect match, they treat each other wholeheartedly.

Lu Dong said: "I have made an agreement with Grandpa Zhending that the furnace will be opened tomorrow. I am not good at craftsmanship, so I have to ask him to help check it."

Li Wenyue put away the small silver ingot: "Grandpa Zhending's craftsmanship has been passed down from generation to generation, so there is nothing to say!"

Lu Dong asked, "What are you doing these two days off? Aren't you going out with Yuan Jing?"

"I won't go." Li Wenyue was in front of Lu Dong, feeling better: "From tomorrow, I will go to the factory to help, and I will go out with the third grandfather to run clients."

He thought of something, and told him, "Dongzi, I...cough, tell Yuan Jing, don't tell the people in the village."

Lu Dong agreed: "No problem."

Li Wenyue explained: "I'm still in school, so it's hard to say, what will happen after graduation."

Lu Dong suddenly remembered the situation in Yuan Jing's family, but it was not good to pour cold water on Li Wenyue, and Yuan Jing's family might not object, so they didn't say anything in the end.

At the intersection of Luozhuang, Lu Dong went to the excavation site to take another look. The management here was much stricter than before, and Ma Ming had to come in person to lead him in.

Not to mention anything else, because we paid special attention from top to bottom, and there were armed police patrolling the excavation site.

This is enough to deter many people with bad intentions.