"Kangxi."

Jiang Yi did not hide it from Mr. Chen.

"Well, it's time to meet the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty for a while."

Mr. Chen looked solemn: "Many of the disasters of China are inseparable from many decisions made by the Qing Dynasty. I hope you can change Kangxi."

"Change Kangxi?"

Jiang Yi was puzzled.

"The root of disaster has existed since the founding of the Qing Dynasty. Only Kangxi and Yongzheng in the early stages were able to solve the problem of literature and martial arts, but Yongzheng was too short for the time being, and only Kangxi had the ability to change."

Mr. Chen reminded: "It is very difficult to change him, and I hope you can do it."

"Of course, there are some things that cannot be changed. If you need to fight, you don't have to hold it in."

"What happened today really made me very happy. Christmas should be like this."

Old Chen smiled sincerely and said, "You are doing a good job. I have been praising you more than once when I look for these old brothers."

Jiang Yi was praised by his ancestors and was very happy. This was far from the feeling that money could bring him.

He smiled and looked at Old Chen and said, "In the eyes of my younger generation, Christmas should be changed, called Huasheng Festival."

It was just a joke, but Mr. Chen thought about it and then replied seriously: "This idea is good and worth considering!"

"???"

Jiang Yi looked at the old man's serious attitude, wouldn't he really have to do this, right?

Could it be that the night of New Year’s Eve is the time when Huasheng Festival is born?

Isn’t the feeling of expectation coming?

The old man is awesome!

Jiang Yi seemed to have seen Brown Rice’s popularity look furious!

After another greeting with Mr. Chen, Jiang Yi became more determined to talk to Kangxi.

It’s time to add a small class to go back, so try to determine the general direction tonight!

The two walked towards the monument again.

When he walked to the side, Jiang Yi saw that Mr. Chen's steps suddenly stopped!

His hands trembled violently, and he didn't know what he saw, tears flowed out in a flash!

Jiang Yi looked along his vision and saw that an old principal didn't get a fruit knife from somewhere, and was cutting frozen potatoes with great difficulty.

Mr. Chen’s box was not passive, and these frozen potatoes should have been brought by some teachers from the school themselves.

Obviously, they also plan to let the children try these hardships!

Under the steps, many students were voluntarily lined up one by one, chewing the broken potatoes in their mouths!

"Huh, it's so cold..."

“It’s so unpalatable!”

"Is this what my ancestors ate back then?"

A little girl started crying on the spot, feeling that it was unimaginable. When she looked at the monument, her expression became more respectful.

"For the best of you, my ancestors!"

The little girl bowed to the monument again, and this time, her tears could no longer be stopped.

She saw Mr. Chen who had arrived under the monument and rushed over with a "Woo!": "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Seeing this, Mr. Chen felt mixed emotions. He squatted down immediately, hugged the little girl, and responded affectionately: "Oh!"

"Grandpa is here!"

Old Chen was shivering, his wrinkled hands carefully wiped the little girl's cheek: "Child, don't cry."

"Grandpa, thank you for your hard work..."

The little girl cried bitterly, tears soaking Mr. Chen's shoulders.

Mr. Chen hugged her with great care, but he didn't dare to force his hands.

He wanted to get up and hug the little girl higher, but he found that he had just moved the frozen potatoes and had no strength anymore.

"Grandpa, I'm old after all. In the past, my grandpa could even pick up the little waste birds, but now I can't do it anymore. I can't even hold a little kid..."

Mr. Chen said helplessly.

"Grandpa is not old, grandpa is young all his life!"

The little girl said sweetly.

Old Chen patted her head affectionately, let her go, looked at the students queuing up and said, "Children, you don't need to endure this hardship..."

"What I want to eat, grandpa, remember the bitterness and sweetness!"

"Yes, we all lined up to eat!"

"We can also endure the hardships our ancestors can endure!"

There are many students at all stages queuing up.

Some people learned that the school actually brought frozen potatoes, and felt that this was simply formalism. Can you still change your past mistakes after eating some potatoes?

But after hearing the old man's words, many people decided to give it a try!

Some bitterness is something you can stop eating, but you can’t forget it!

That night, the lights under the monument were particularly bright.

Nympho

At night, eleven o'clock.

Jiang Yi bid farewell to Mr. Chen, returned to the villa, and began to think about Kangxi's dialogue.

According to the usual question-based thinking expansion method, Jiang Yi took out the Gulou notebook and expanded the idea on paper.

"What kind of person could Kangxi be?"

"Which period of conversation with Kangxi can help the ancient and modern world learn more from it?"

"What are the merits and demerits of Kangxi need to be promoted and judged?"

"What should we see and change?"

After this question, Jiang Yi combined historical facts and listed many solutions, and then carried out exclusion methods to continuously explore the optimal solutions.

What is presented to the audience may not be the best and most satisfactory, but it must not be secondary.

This is his usual policy, and it must be worthy of everyone's time every issue.

So, how to design is the best?

At one o'clock in the morning, Jiang Yi's notebook was already densely filled with three pages. Many of the ideas were drawn by him, and many of them were marked with "√".

"This is the case for now!"

Jiang Yi kept these in his heart, then tore off the paper and rushed into the sewer pipe.

Nympho

The next day, 10 am.

The sun shines slightly into the window and spreads on Jiang Yi's face.

A phone call woke him up.

"I'm still the boy I used to be..."

"Hello?"

"Jiang Yi, has the ninth period been set?"

Chen Dafa's voice rang on the phone: "The rehearsals of the Spring Festival Gala have already begun. If the station is worried that time is too tight, there will be no chance to rehearse in the collection of China."

"The suggestion of the station is to either wait for the Spring Festival Gala to be broadcasted next episode, or the ninth episode will be broadcast soon. I want to ask what you think?"

"There is still some time left for the Spring Festival Gala. I can wait, but the audience can't wait."
Chapter completed!