This song is the same as Li Shutong's "Motherland Song", but the rhyme and rhyme are different. The original words are not very rigorous, so Zhao Chuanxin changed the words before and after without permission, and the effect is not bad.

Zhao Chuanxin has always dealt with things rather than people. It doesn't matter if he is cool or not, the songs are good. His voice is less transparent and more heroic, and his songs are full of national dignity and the honor and disgrace of a great country.

It matched the background of this era. Li Shutong couldn't help but high-five, and the passengers around him were mesmerized.

There is already a lack of entertainment, and the train journey is even more boring. Someone sings and is so impassioned. What are you waiting for if you don’t applaud?

When the song ended, there was a wave of applause.

"Okay, one more!" Zhao Chuanxin and Li Shutong pressed their hands together, "Low-key, everyone should be low-key and reserved..." Li Shutong "..." He thought for a while and said, "This song is not suitable for guitar playing and singing."<

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"It's okay, I'll play "Peasant" for you again!"——We met and drank until we were drunk, and talked about it in detail in the wind and rain.

Right and wrong passed by like smoke, and laughter and tears seeped into the old well... I am Cao! Li Shutong was dumbfounded, "Is this in Cantonese? A song composed by you?"

"Ah." Speaking of shame, Zhao Chuanxin looked at the five continents and four oceans, and there was no one like him. "Yes, I did it. I just came up with it."

"..." Ning An's face was full of admiration. As expected of Mr. Zhao, Yun Wen and Yun Wu. Miao Cuihua took Zhao Chuanxin's arm and forgot to put it down.

Li Shutong didn't believe it... amidst the bursts of guitars and singing, the journey was not lonely. Rather than teaching Zhao, it was better to say that Li Shutong himself became more and more transparent as he talked. By the time he arrived in Fengtian, he was actually able to play the guitar.

Very slippery.

It was necessary to change trains in Fengtian. Zhao Chuanxin asked Ning An to take the rice to Qianmi Mountain, while he took Miao Cuihua to get on the train first.

More and more people boarded the train in Fengtian to go to the capital. They were bustling with people from all walks of life, and the train station was crowded with people.

Zhao Chuanxin was a tall man. He was protecting Miao Cuihua with one hand and pulling her to both sides with the other hand. "Hey, eh, do you have the quality? Why are you squeezing? Get out of the way, otherwise you will be better-looking..." He roughly pulled her away.

Separate.

Li Shutong hid far away, wishing to find a fast lane to get on the bus. With his reserved temperament, he really couldn't do such a shameless behavior as Zhao Chuanxin.

Miao Cuihua wears a thick but well-fitting shirt, overalls, and a hard-brimmed boatman's hat.

She looked at Zhao Chuanxin's arrogant behavior with a smile, but she felt a sense of security. Zhao Chuanxin had always been like this, and she was used to it.

Others complained, but Zhao Chuanxin ignored them. In front of him, there was a young man in his early twenties wearing a silk mandarin robe and a melon skin hat with a piece of jasper inlaid in the center of the hat.

He brought three followers, one of whom also led a horse. Those who can transport horses on the train are generally those with a bit of energy.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand and pulled, "Are you being ethical? You are leading a horse at a train station. It's really unreasonable." The young man turned around in shock, and was pushed aside by Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin walked in front, followed by Ning An who was leading the horse, hanging Li Shutong from a distance. The young man saw that the other party was also leading the horse, and the horse followed Zhao Chuanxin step by step. It was obviously Zhao Chuanxin's.

, it will disappear immediately.

Reading La, why are you holding a fucking horse, and you have the nerve to talk to me? His entourage was angry first, and was about to get angry at Zhao Chuanxin, but was stopped by the young man.

The young man shouted to Zhao Chuanxin, "May I ask, can this horse be sold?" Mi Shan was among the horses, just like Zhao Chuanxin was among the crowd at this time. He was too tall and stood out from the crowd.

It was hard not to attract attention. Zhao Chuanxin turned around and bared his teeth, "Listen to my brother's advice, you can't control my horse." The entourage finally couldn't help but said, "Bold, who are you?" Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes.

"Go away, I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." The attendant wanted to speak, but the young man stopped him again.

Zhao Chuanxin turned to Ning An and said, "Put the horse on the train and come back quickly."

"Yes, sir." At first, the young man thought that Ning An was disguised as a man, and thought that the two women he brought with him were so beautiful, one was charming and the other was elegant.

As a result, when Ning An opened his mouth, his voice was a little thin, but also had masculine characteristics. The young man was confused. Is this a boy or a girl?

The trains are divided into first class, second class and inferior class. The lowest class is similar to the business and economy class in later generations. The lowest class carriage is closest to the front of the train because it is steam-powered and needs to burn coal.

So the wind blows along with the coal dust, and the smell when entering the carriage is like sour vinegar. There are so many people, and it feels as stuffy as a coffin.

Fortunately, on this train, the lowest-class carriages carry cargo and horses. Naturally, Zhao Chuanxin and others took the first-class carriage.

The "luxury" car was in the last section. And the young man with the entourage was also in this section. After getting on the car, by coincidence, the young man sat next to Zhao Chuanxin.

It can only be said that at this time, even the rich people could enjoy limited high benefits. There were only a few windows in the first-class carriages, so how much choice did they have?

Ning'an placed the horses, and almost the young man's entourage returned to the carriage. Soon, the train started moving.

The young man didn't seem to give up, and asked Zhao Chuanxin across the aisle, "Sir, are you really not going to sell your horse? I am a good horse person, and I will never let it be wronged." It can be seen from this.

People really love horses.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his neck and hummed with his eyes closed, not bothering to pay attention to him. The scene was very awkward for a while. The young people looked at Zhao Chuanxin, Li Shutong, Ning An and Miao Cuihua looked at the young people. The two groups stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

, only Zhao Chuanxin wanders outside.

Miao Cuihua elbowed Zhao Chuanxin. Zhao Chuanxin opened his eyes and said helplessly to the young man, "You just don't listen to advice. If you ride that horse, it will lead you into a ditch."

The young man did not feel dissatisfied and said, "I saw that although its hooves and crotch are thick and its head and neck are not flexible, its body is extremely light. It should not be hot-blooded, but it has a sensitive temperament. It has a wide head, but it is extremely fast. This simply goes against the rules."

The rules of horses are extremely abnormal and unbelievable." Zhao Chuanxin doesn't know how to read horses. He can tell the quality of a horse just by riding it and running around for two times.

Listening to what this young man said, it was clear and logical, and he listed the characteristics of Mishan one by one. It was really not nonsense. It seems that there are indeed two brushes.

Mi Shan has the characteristics of drafting a horse, and is surprisingly strong. On an ordinary horse, Zhao Chuanxin can even pull the horse down by grabbing its ears, but it would not be possible for Mi Shan.

A horse kicks a person with its hind hooves, while an ox kicks it sideways. Therefore, stand on the horse's head, not its tail. If a person overturns the horse, it sounds nonsense, but in fact, Zhao Chuanxin is not the only one who can do this.

At all times and in all countries, there are many people who can do it. The reason why Mishan is flexible and fast is not at all due to his own ability, but to the elastic boots on his four hooves that Zhao Chuanxin prepared for him.

It speeds up, saves effort, and has strong bounce. But what about Mishan's character... Zhao Chuanxin just feels bad. To describe it as a sensitive character, Zhao Chuanxin feels it is inappropriate.

Despicable is an appropriate description. He said seriously, "Have you ever heard of a celestial horse? My horse is a celestial horse. How can you, a mere mortal, control it? So I advise you to give up on this idea." Young man.

His entourage sarcastically said, "If it is a Pegasus, then aren't you a mortal?" Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully, "You still have vision. I was extraordinary when I was born. It is said that the divine light room is full of light.

Purple air descended with nectar in it, big stars fell to the ground, and the fragrance lingered around the beams for three days. Crows circled in the sky, and owls came with letters. When I was born, Po Wen exclaimed - This son has a majestic appearance and extraordinary bones.

Top. My ambition is so bright that no one can fathom it. When I was three years old, I could chant poems and compose poems. When I was five years old, I gave up literature and joined martial arts. I could bend a bow and shoot arrows. When I was ten years old, I could carry a cauldron. When I was twenty years old, I could carry a cauldron.
Chapter completed!