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But it was not as difficult as he thought. After only a while, the few empresses surrendered.

It made Zheng Lang laugh and cry.

My son traveled thousands of miles and my mother was disturbed. This sentence is most suitable for the Zheng family. However, before I left, the seven empresses were all busy, from luggage to daily necessities, all prepared. Looking at the items like the mountain, Zheng Lang felt a sweat and said, "Auntie, second lady, third lady, fourth lady, fifth lady, sixth lady, seventh lady, could I move my entire family to Tokyo City?"

Liu Niang and Qi Niang were also funny, so they chose the choice and brought a lot of luggage.

Two fur clothes, three or four sets of changing clothes, and a bed of Khitan blankets were afraid that when you stay in the inn, the inn would be simple and freezing Zheng Lang. Two hot pots, more than a dozen must-read books, stationery utensils, some paper, and pianos. Some money is the most tiring. A piece of money is a thousand copper plates, and a dozen pieces are very heavy.

Looking at the copper coins, Zheng Lang also smiled bitterly. Such a heavy copper plate is worth only one cent on the market. No wonder since the Han Dynasty, some illegal merchants have ignored national laws and destroyed the copper coins for profit. They cannot bring them. This trip is a bit expensive and will be conspicuous. So they brought a few ingots of silver. However, they had to pay taxes when entering the city, and they would suffer losses when exchanged, but they were helpless.

There are also gloves, leather-made small four-corner cushions, washing supplies, etc.

It's not over. This trip will take several days. Lao Song, who is driving, also has to bring some luggage, and Sier who is accompanying him, also has to bring his luggage.

Seeing Si'er excited, Liu'er gritted her teeth and lowered her head without saying a word.

Zheng Lang patted her and said, "Liu'er, you are getting older, Sier is still young."

Winter is coming, and I have to warm my bed every night. This is to go outside, not at home, so it is not very convenient for Liu'er.

Liu'er blushed and she said softly: "Here."

After several empresses and instructions, Lao Song drove his car and left Zhengjiazhuang.

Sitting in the car, Sier asked with anticipation, "Dalang, what will Tokyo City look like?"

"Just imagine the enlarged Zhengzhou City."

In this era, Bianliang was amazing, whether it was more than one million people or more than two million people. Under the crude census policy, even Master Bao might not be able to figure it out. But its scale, population density and prosperity must have surpassed Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty.

It’s a pity that it will not be like Chang'an, where all nations come to pay homage and worship.

But what is it in Zheng Lang's eyes? I have seen big cities with more than 10 million people. Will I be impressed by the two million people?

Song Bo felt that Zheng Lang's words were very strange and just laughed.

The ox cart got on the road.

If you ask about the best road in the world, there is no doubt that there are two avenues from Bianliang to Luoyang, from Bianliang to Yingtian Prefecture, east and west. There are many pedestrians, passenger travelers, merchants, and various cars, large trucks, flat trucks, also called pirate trucks, which can be used for more than twenty donkeys or mules, and there are also many goods, most of which can reach dozens of stones, which is larger than the loading weight of agricultural tractors. There are also flat-headed cars and wheelbarrows. Occasionally, you can see caravans carried by nobles with double wheels, double shafts and curtains, as well as housekeepers with curtains. The latter two cars came, and most people took the initiative to get out of the way. The people on the car were either rich or noble, and they could not afford to be offended.

Sier asked again: "Do you want to change the thermos?"

Fill hot water in advance and keep it warm in a blanket.

"No," Zheng Lang shook his head. These decades happened to be warm winter. The weather was very warm in winter, and sometimes snow did not even fall. This was a bit troublesome. The people were also looking for a moderate drop of snow. When quilts, crops were not easy to freeze to death. The snow water melted into the cold air deep in the soil, and could kill insects, as well as the snow water brought by melting. It was not good to not fall snow, so the emperor led the people to pray for snow.

It won’t work to bring the people of the entire Tokyo city with Qi Xue!

But for passers-by, it was a good weather. As the winter solstice was about to come, there was no snow in Zhengzhou yet. Only on the grass on both sides of the avenue, you could see some silver frost, like white sugar and powder, sprinkled all the way to the sky.

I looked at the scenery quietly, without thinking, and even the various classics I have learned in the past two years have not been moved.

After leaving Zhengzhou City, it is not far from Tokyo City, but it is getting darker.

The sky was short, so I had no choice but to find an inn to stay in.

Zheng Lang asked for two guest rooms, and he and the little girl were alone. He went out, unlike at home, who could go back after warming up the bed, and he would just let him go. This is also the reason why Zheng Lang did not bring Liu'er. This little girl probably still has a shadow in her heart. If she squeezed together, she would be careless when she sleeps at night and touched some forbidden areas, she would not be able to shout.

Sitting at the table to read a book, washing your feet and going to bed for a while.

Sier was not sleeping, her eyes flashed in the darkness, and suddenly hugged Zheng Lang and said, "Da Lang, I want to give birth to a child for you."

Zheng Lang sat up suddenly, sweating a few drops of his forehead, and said, "Si'er, you are only eleven years old, what are you thinking about?"

"I just want to."

"What are you thinking! Didn't you see the eldest lady of the Cui family?"

"But his little lady is good."

"I just said a few words and I know that they are good?"

"Is that good, I look good, better than that Jiang Xinger."

"Well," Zheng Lang was a little suspicious. However, I think it's good to catch up with Jiang Xing'er's appearance, but I don't know how this woman is. Alas, even in the Northern Song Dynasty, it was difficult for this man and woman to communicate, and marrying a wife was like gambling.

But in just a moment, I hugged Sier and fell asleep.

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After entering Tokyo City, Zheng Lang was also shocked even though he had seen too much prosperity in his previous life.

The first is the wide Yu Street, which is eight miles long and two hundred steps wide, which is about three hundred meters. Standing on this side of the street, everyone there was faintly looking at it.

Then there is developed business and entertainment. Needless to mention the location of those red lights, let’s talk about tiles and tramways. In broad terms, those red lights also belong to tramways, but this is a narrow term, referring to pure entertainment venues and non-colored ones.

There are also places in Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty. There are only places in Pingkang and other yards. Tokyo city is located in the east, west, south and north of the north. Large-scale ones include Zhongwa, Riwa, Sangjia Wazi, Zhouxi Wazi, Zhoubei Wazi, Zhujiaqiao Wazi. Some tiles can accommodate more than 50 huts of large and small trunks, and thousands of people can go in to enjoy it. There are also many types of entertainment performed in the tiles, such as zaju, puppet show, movies, acrobatics, scattered, history books, stories, stories, stories, learning, jokes, dance music, music, palace tunes, drum lyrics, singing and earning, selling prostitutes, singing, co-shen, martial arts, etc.

Some programs are something Zheng Lang has never seen before in his two lives.

Sier even entered the Grand View Garden like Grandma Liu, opening her mouth wide and staring everywhere in a daze.

Zheng Lang mainly watched zaju. It cannot be called opera. It is in the transition stage of dance music to opera, which consists of singing, dancing, music, teasing and acrobatics. The first zaju that I watched was "Mulian Saves Mother". This zaju almost completely became an acrobatic performance, resulting in incoherence in the front and back and incomplete story. He frowned, and no matter what, he would not be interested in improving it. People in the Song Dynasty liked it.

I watched several other zajus. In addition to acrobatics, singing and dancing, there were also dialogues. Four or five people painted their makeup, dressed up as ancient people, and rapped. They could only be said to be the prototype of opera, and they were still far away from real opera. I walked around and even watched the lively Xiangguo Temple.

The winter solstice is coming. The Song people attach great importance to this festival, also known as celebrating the New Year. Even the court must prepare many rituals, including the suburb worship ceremony. Among the rituals of the Song Dynasty, this ritual is very important. In fact, it is a small Fengshan, and its solemnity is far beyond the annual New Year's Day ceremony.

Since he is here, Zheng Lang definitely doesn't want to miss it.

At this moment, he suddenly heard a message that the little emperor in the palace suddenly announced that he would lead all civil and military officials to Huiqing Hall to celebrate the birthday of the Empress Dowager, and then to Tian'an Hall to receive court.

"The official family is so filial," sighed the old man who was talking.

But Zheng Lang felt a little "cat" in his heart. Something big was about to happen, so he sat there in a daze. When he returned to the room, sighed for a long time, he suddenly said to Sier: "Get the piano!"
Chapter completed!